The last line gave me goosebumps!
“I remember listening to a woman who became Muslim tell the story of how she was forced to leave her homeland and family, even a two-year-old daughter, her firstborn, who had been the joy of her life, because her life and safety had been jeopardized so severely after accepting Islam that her only option was this or remain and die. When she returned years later to see her child, her daughter didn’t even know who she was. Later, the woman was granted asylum in America, where she met a Muslim man to whom she had been married now for over thirty years. The couple had two teenager daughters with whom they were constantly arguing and a twenty-five-year-old son who was married but had left Islam.
When asked how she copes with these struggles, she said thoughtfully, “I think of it as a lesson to learn from. With young children, you carry them for nine long months, pamper them, and love them until it hurts, only to have them forget all about you if you can’t continue like this. And with the older ones who you raised through all the ups and downs, they won’t forget you. But, still, it’s almost the same. Because they’re sometimes so ungrateful that it was like you were never there.” She drew in a deep breath and then asked, “Isn’t that how we are with Allah?” – from the novel “Realities of Submission” by Umm Zakiyah
Ya Rabb! Give us emaan and tawakkul that never waivers. Ameen