Humayd – My little and only nephew up till now. Two years of age. Masha’Allah! Alhamdulillah! Reminded me something very valuable today.
Lately, busy with University life and some extra evening classes there is barely any time to spend with this angel.
There was a time when I was completely free and could spend time with him. However, with university classes starting, a sacrifice was made i.e no longer hearing him shouting right from the entrance door BAA BAA BAA(calling out my name)when he arrives .
Nonetheless, finally managed to cushion with the thought of spending time with him in the evening. Well, life is not fair as many state. Ultimately, joint some evening classes thrice a week (a must thing). Quite bummed with this situation. Yet once again consoling myself with the thought maybe at least he would come on days when I won’t have evening classes.
Once again, I repeat life is not fair and cannot be perfect. Unfortunately, my sister would in fact come on these specific days that would clash with evening classes. Well she cannot adjust or live her life and schedule her work according to my life. Can she?
BUSY BUSY AS a BUMBLE BEE staying out of the house from 7:30am in the morning until 8:15pm means barely would I see him or hear his voice. Slowly and gradually, the acceptance was made and reality check was done that I won’t see him at all. Cox she would then leave for her home around 8:00pm and on the way pick her husband from work.
Besides, there was this fear within. Seeing him less often meant probably he would forget me. He is a child right? Yah! He forgetting me worried my poor nerves most. On the other hand, his love for me would decrease also worried me. Hence, would then make a point to try to make ways to meet him. Go out of the way just to spend time even if it means sacrificing afternoon naps of half an hour to one hour depending on the situation of middle stop over breaks at home.
However, today or rather tonight around 8:30pm reaching home quite late from class once again distressed by the thought of not seeing him. I announced my presence.
And believe it or not he had not yet head home. Immediately, he left his mother’s arms and rushed towards me crying out loud repeatedly
“Hiba Khala! Hiba Khala”
And he hugged me ever so tightly that I could just respond back to him with the same affection of tight hugs and of course smooches. It seemed as if we had not seen each other for ages. And lo! Tears began to cling on the eyelashes. Surely, the fears were just internal fears… fears that we have of our own which in reality do not exist.
Continuously replaying this incident reminded me of this hadith:
“Umar ibn al-Khattab said, “The Messenger of Allah (saw), was brought some captives and there was a woman among them who was running about. When she found a child among the captives, she took it, brought it close to her, and suckled it. The Messenger of Allah (saw) said, “Can you imagine this woman casting her child into the fire? We said, “No, by Allah.” He (saw) said, “Allah (swt) is more merciful to His slaves than this woman to her child.”
It is just the thought that a woman hugging a child with so much affection and Rasullallah (saw) compares this with Allah’s Mercy! Who is so Kareem and Raheem! To whom we barely turn to. Who just asks us just to come an arm’s length and He would come at a fathom’s length. If we would go to Him walking, He would come to us in speed.
Where can we find such a Raab? Who is ready to accept us in whatever Haal (state) we are in? No matter how many sins we have committed. Still, He is ready to accept us. No matter if we barely remembered Him.
It is narrated in one of the other hadith that Allah (swt) rejoices more in the repentance of His slave than one of us when we find our lost camel in a desert. (Gist)
Again, many a times we have heard that Allah(swt) loves us seventy times more than a mother.
Then again, Allah says:
“O mankind, what has deceived you concerning your Lord, the Generous”
(Surah Al-Infitar, Ayat 6)
He is At-Tawwâb, The Acceptor of Repentance. Let us not get caught up in the whisperings of Shaitan for His Mercy and Love is vast. Even beyond our imagination.