A Wish, A Dream and A Very Human Need
(Bringing Islam to the World One Concept at a Time!
Taking the Qur'an to Every Home and Heart that Needs It --
And which One Does Not?)
Things have reached a point when I cannot do many of the things that used to be child's play not so long ago. Cannot drive non-stop for 10 hours any more. Fear having to drive on sheets of ice, through driving snow, for endless hours.
Nor speak to an empty, and seemingly lifeless microphone, for hours on end, week after week, year after year. The heart, mind and body crave a live human presence.
Nor be able to write non-stop for 10 or 12 hours and churn out article after article on whatever topic at the drop of a hat.
But the old spark is still there. If there were a live audience, with some visible signs of life, maybe there is still enough firepower left for a speech or two.
And how wonderful it will be to share with others the amazing gifts the Qur'an bestows upon you every day.
And if I had the needed secretarial help, and the other needed resources, nothing but the best, for, this is Islam, maybe continue producing an article or two from time to time.
And deliver a speech or two from place to place.
Human heart is an incurable optimist. That is the testimony of the Qur'an. Albeit not in an entirely positive sense.
Yulhihumul Amal is how the Qur'an puts it. Deluded by senseless hope and empty optimism.
And it is a reprimand in fact. Meant for those who, instead of actively working to get to Allah, sit around, do as they please, and then "hope" and "expect" and "wish" everything will turn out just fine.
Both here in This World as well as in the Next World.
So, I keep hoping and dreaming and wishing that a day will still come when Allah will give me the resources that I need to be able to marshal all these support mechanisms and wherewithal, so I can continue to speak and write about, and for, Allah's Deen until the very moment when Allah's emissaries come to extract from a failing body that little gift that Allah breathed in Adam, Alaihis Salam: His Rooh!
Wa Nafaqtu Feehi Min Roohee.
What a glorious way to say goodbye to this temporary abode where Allah placed us all with the definitive mandate to fix it and manage it as per his commands and instructions.
It is called Dying in the Saddle!
Not given to all. But it was given to Abu Bakr and Umar and Uthman and Ali, Radiyallahu Anhum. And there is nothing wrong in wishing for it, even for ordinary mortals and worst sinners, is there?