For the past few months, I have been reflecting on various things: my purpose, the kind of person I am, and my tawakkul in Allah's plan. I love everything about Allah, from His anger to His mercy. He is Al-Malik, and we are simply His makhlooq. We stand before Him with nothing, completely helpless and vulnerable, and we beg for His mercy. But the thing I love most about Allah is how kind and merciful He is, and the hope I find in His mercy after loss and betrayal.
I was reading about Aam ul-Huzn, the Year of Sorrow, when the Prophet Muhammad ﷺ went through the loss of his beloved wife Khadijah رضي الله عنها and his uncle Abu Talib. After that, the pressure in Mecca grew heavier, because he no longer had the same protection. The Quraysh became even more hostile. In that period, he went to Ta'if looking for support, but he was rejected. And still, he stayed patient. He stayed firm. His reliance on Allah did not change.
I also reflect on the Isra and Mi’raj: the night journey and ascension. For me, that story is a reminder of closeness to Allah amid hardship. I am reflecting on its meaning here, rather than claiming a precise chronology of these events.
But Allah did not only elevate him in the unseen. Allah elevated him in this world too. After failing to find protection in Ta'if, Allah opened a door from a place he did not expect. People from Yathrib, later known as Madinah, gave him protection, and that promise became the reason the Prophet ﷺ and the believers could leave Mecca and build a real community. The message started spreading beyond Mecca, and Islam moved from being something people tried to crush into something Allah established and strengthened.
This was a powerful lesson for me. Hardship need not be the end of the story. In my lowest moments, I try to turn back to Allah, ask for guidance and keep taking the means available to me. Patience, sincere effort and trust are part of how I try to face these moments.
Sometimes people will tell you, or try to make you believe, that what you lost was the best you could ever have. I have one question for those people: are you God? Did Allah reveal His plan for me to you? And then I asked myself: am I going to believe the words of those who once betrayed me, or the word of the One who carried me through every dark moment, the Most Merciful, the Most Forgiving?
I hold on to hope that loss does not close every path ahead. I do not know what comes next, but I can keep asking Allah for guidance and take care with the choices in front of me.
Trust does not mean abandoning sound judgement or accepting mistreatment without seeking help. I want to learn to be patient, protect my dignity and keep moving with sincere effort. I can leave what I cannot control to Allah without pretending that pain is easy.
May Allah bless you all.