Mercy


How amazing it is to have a protector, someone who shields you, someone who knows you better than yourself, someone who loves you, someone who manages all your affairs,takes care of you, embraces you, someone who listens to your rambles everyday, someone who does things for you in ways you didn't imagine and when you look at how they've been there all along with you, you feel their warm hug.

That's mercy. Mercy that holds you while your broken, which sends people, things to remind you. Mercy that embraces you and tells you to trust. Mercy even though you were ungrateful. 

I didn't really get it the first time my teacher said, "Perhaps you don't have faith, because you don't see Him. Whereas I see Him everywhere, in very nook and corner of my life, even when my cookies turn out right."  But as every situation unfolded with me praying istikhara, I started to see Him too. Everywhere. In every text I received, every call, every person I met, the most silliest excuses people came up with,Alhamdulilah. All of a sudden the rejections didn't break me, the delays embraced me and I started finding comfort in them. He is my shield, my protector, my guardian, the best of companions and how foolish was I to turn to someone else.

 

 

 

 

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