My Dear, Beloved Prophet:
السَّلاَمُ عَلَيْكُمْ وَرَحْمَةُ اللهِ وَبَرَكَاتُهُ
On writing this letter to you, I had placed profoundly high expectations for myself. I wanted to produce something so exceptional for you to be made aware of, with such unreasonable beauty, gratitude, and acknowledgement to you, that, perhaps, I could almost begin to touch the bubble of happiness that you, Oh Prophet, may procure from my letter.
It wasn’t until I sat down to begin my letter that I realized how stunning my writing may appear to me, yet would inevitably be flawed in the eyes of a flawless creation like you. This worried me, and for hours, because who- with the support and the encouragement to write to you- wouldn’t give to ensure that one’s own imperfections would lay concealed while being granted this opportunity to acknowledge your beautiful self?
But ٱلْـحَـمْـدُ للهِ, all praise due to our Creator, I thank Allah سُبْحَانَهُ وَ تَعَالَ for showing me that I do not need to be perfect. I do not need to conceal certain parts of me while highlighting others. I should not require myself to go searching for something in me to appeal to you, when all I need is everything I have. This process, writing to you, has made me realize the value of simplicity, that there is no need to make something so easy, difficult.
You were, and are, the very manifestation of simplicity, and to you I thank for allowing me to learn this for myself in a matter of a couple of hours spent thinking about you. Thank you for so graciously watering the parched plants of my mind, and allowing for them to grow endlessly, uncontainably, and rooted from my heart and soul; thank you for showing the youth in Islam how to be the bold light in the midst of today’s darkness. Thank you for allowing me to be me.
I hope to personally experience your radiating warmth and geniality in Jannah, إِنْ شَاءَ ٱللَٰه.