From Nada

BismIllah arRahman arRaheem

Wassalat wassalam ‘ala ashraf al mursaleen, Sayyidina Muhammad, wa’ala aalihi wasahbihi ajma’een.

Ya Rasul Allah,

Why am I so lonely and so angry?

Why am I dissatisfied and looking for someone to blame?

Why do I worry and resist?

Why do I feel stuck and like I’m on autopilot?

Why is it so hard to stay silent and not hurt others?

Why is it so hard to be consistent? To act and not react?

Where is my sense of urgency? What am I waiting for?

Is my heart dead?

Oh Mother….love me. Take away my pain.

Oh Father….raise me. Rid me of these bad habits.

Oh Teacher…find me, guide me.

Oh Doctor….heal me from these diseases.

Oh Friend….take my hand. Stay with me.

Ya Rasul Allah…I need you.

From Maisarah

BismiLlah ar-Rahman ar-Rahim,

Dear Prophet Muhammad, may Allah’s peace and blessings be upon you eternally.

I have been a Muslim my whole life. Alhamdulillah. Believing in God and you as His Prophet is at the essence of our faith.

And yet. I never knew you. You were not a part of my life. I uttered words of belief, but they were hollow. I did not love you.

In one of the halaqas, a question was posed. “What was the turning point in your relationship with the Prophet (saws)?”

I did not have an answer. Did I have a relationship with you? I was not sure.

There was an aching. A longing to understand. What would that look like, to have a relationship with you, the best of creation? I yearned to know.

And in Rabiulawwal of this year, God sent me people. People who love you. Attending mawlids from across the globe, the love in their hearts reached mine.

As I stood in front of my computer screen, singing and praying and crying, I realised.

This was my turning point. This was the beginning of my relationship with you. Never before had I experienced such joy.

O the joy! How can after knowing you, can we feel anything but joy? You are the light. You are the sun. Radiating it’s rays of warmness into our cold and needy hearts.

And in addition to the mawlids, I experienced salawat. One of my teachers prescribed a certain amount to be read during the month of Rabiulawwal. It seemed impossible to me, and I almost dismissed the idea entirely. But out of love and respect to her, I tried.

It was actually painful in the beginning. It didn’t come easily. But with every salawat I recited, it was as if I could feel a layer of rust being peeled off this hardened heart of mine. I persevered. And after some time, I felt it. Peace.

O the peace! Such peace, that gave me such conviction. Whatever trials this world may bring, there is solace in remembering God and remembering you!

I am only beginning to get to know you. But now I know that I love you. And I know that your love for me is infinitely more than I could ever imagine.

I cannot imagine my life before knowing you. Before loving you. How did I get up each morning? How did I feel any happiness?

Every day I thank God for you. The bringer of joy and peace, to our hearts much in need.

From Fadil

Letter to the beloved

Carbon Paper

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Ya Rasululllah I am writing this letter on this tablet called heart with the pen of love and ink which never dries, your pen by which you taught me, you took me from coldness to warmth, from darkness to light, from anger and bitterness to love and mercy, when your name is mentioned I get a rush of energy in my chest and when I think of you I think Pure, Selflessness with no worldly attachments.

I love you more than 26 letters can express that is why

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I long to meet you in the next realm,

to be together with you by your side, you said that those who believe in you without seeing you are your brothers, I believe in you like the trees are green and the sky is blue and the rain is wet and the sand is dry that surely with full certianty you are the truthful and the best of creation.

On the day when the souls will be returned to their Lord if you do not see me at the right place by Allah you will ask your Loving Lord to come and get me, it is a promise given to you by Allah the Majestic, The One who never breaks his promise.

Maybe the true extent of our connection cannot fully be expressed that is why

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From Kayria

Bismillah,

My dear Beloved Prophet Muhammad, peace and blessings be upon you,

The journey of writing to you has been nourishing and heart opening. The first time I attempted to write to you I felt in my heart that it was an odd thing to do. Everytime I tried to write down a sentence I would not find the words because I felt that whatever I wanted to say you already knew. You were able to see what was inside my heart though physically there seemed to be no logic to that, but spiritually it made sense very clearly. God Almighty gave you the vision of seeing into our souls. Though I still wanted to attempt to write to you again, I loved that feeling of knowing that you already knew what I wanted to say to you. It affirmed in me the belief that nothing could stop your love from reaching me so long as I was open to receiving it. Your love was not bound by space, time or any wordly dimension. It existed in the realm of the souls.

To be honest this is not what I intended to write to you about. My intention for this letter was to write about how I imagined my meeting with you in paradise to be like. I will share with you how I imagine the scene of when we finally reach the gates of the glorious gardens that we have been promised by Allah swt.

Bismillah.

As the gates opened I felt a wave of beautiful, peaceful and joyful warmth rush through me, not because of what was now only steps ahead of us but because you were holding my hand. As we walked to our neighbourhood I admired the dazzling beauty of paradise from the reflection in your eyes as I felt no need to look anywhere else. We arrived to our neighborhood and entered the shared garden that connected our homes. Every time I opened my mouth to say something, you would turn to me and gave me your full attention as if all the wondrous beauty around us had disappeared and it was just you and me. The beauty of your character, which was so much more beautiful than what we knew about you in the previous life, would melt my heart and leave me with no words to say. When I regained my ability to speak I couldn’t get past the words “I love you”. When I uttered the first syllable of the phrase I was thinking I would follow it with an explanation of how much you meant to me. But by the time I reached the last syllable I felt like I had to say it again and then eventually I’d feel like I haven’t said it enough. “I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you ya rassul ullah”

As we walked to our neighbourhood I admired the dazzling beauty of paradise from the reflection in your eyes as I felt no need to look anywhere else. We arrived to our neighborhood and entered the shared garden that connected our homes. Every time I opened my mouth to say something, you would turn to me and gave me your full attention as if all the wondrous beauty around us had disappeared and it was just you and me. The beauty of your character, which was so much more beautiful than what we knew about you in the previous life, would melt my heart and leave me with no words to say. When I regained my ability to speak I couldn’t get past the words “I love you”. When I uttered the first syllable of the phrase I was thinking I would follow it with an explanation of how much you meant to me. But by the time I reached the last syllable I felt like I had to say it again and then eventually I’d feel like I haven’t said it enough. “I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you ya rassul ullah”

We arrived to our neighborhood and entered the shared garden that connected our homes. Every time I opened my mouth to say something, you would turn to me and gave me your full attention as if all the wondrous beauty around us had disappeared and it was just you and me. The beauty of your character, which was so much more beautiful than what we knew about you in the previous life, would melt my heart and leave me with no words to say. When I regained my ability to speak I couldn’t get past the words “I love you”. When I uttered the first syllable of the phrase I was thinking I would follow it with an explanation of how much you meant to me. But by the time I reached the last syllable I felt like I had to say it again and then eventually I’d feel like I haven’t said it enough. “I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you ya rassul ullah”

Alhamdulilah for the gift of being able to write to you. Alhamdulilah. I truly cannot wait to be reunited with you in paradise oh Prophet Muhammad, peace and blessings be upon you. Please visit me in my dreams many times. May God’s peace and blessings be upon you.

With Love,

Kayria

From Anna

Ya Rasul Allah!

Forgive me!

Forgive my arrogance! My ignorance!

Forgive me for staying behind

Hiding in my comfort-zone

For being such a coward.

Out of shame of myself

I try to keep out of your gaze

To disappear in the crowd

Knowing your honest, caring gaze

Will require of me a deeper sincerity

And commitment

To stop excuse myself

To step out of myself

To step up and become a better version of myself

Full of self-doubt

I hold myself back

I held myself back

Ya Rasul Allah forgive me! For my hiding! For not meeting your kind and caring gaze! For not meeting up to carry on your noble heritage, hiding behind bad excuses. But if I am not worthy of being called one of your followers, why do I even call myself a muslim?! Ya Rasul Allah forgive me! Ya Allah forgive me…

I ask Allah, The Most Merciful, Who know all my flaws, and Who keep pouring His Rahma over me, and His creation nevertheless, I ask Him to give me the courage to meet your gaze from now

To search for it

To hang on to it

To honour you properly

And to carry your noble heritage with grace and sincerity!  

May you forgive me

May you look at me with kindness as I stumble ahead

To become of your sincere followers, with the mercy and help of Allah, the Most Generous.

From Aya

Dear beloved Prophet of Allah… peace be upon  you!

It has been a long time I gave  you news of my delightfully ever-changing world. I would love your insight and feedback about my perspectives, so that  it may be enriched with yours as well.

Well, my noble friend, it is my first winter being spent outside of Canada. And what a winter it’s kicked off to so far! We are nearing the end of December and I have yet to see  a single snowflake. In a way, I am relieved to be away  from months and months of icy snow. And yet, it makes me value it all the more; over here, people pray for a little bit of rain. By the grace of God, earlier this week,  it poured like a waterfall for a full day and night.

There is a sort of enchantment that  creeps up on you the longer you stay  and live here. Seven months have already flown by… that’s more than  half the year! The new  few will be a whirlwind, I am hopefully sure.

Dear Prophet – I feel so honored to be in the land of Israa and Mi’raj.  I feel like, somehow, I am privileged to be here. Yes! Despite the ugly, unjust, ongoing occupation, and despite many folks’ protesting here  that  I made a crazy decision by choosing to try living in Hebron — despite it all,

it is a privilege indeed. Suffice for me that  you and other  esteemed prophets once left behind your footprints here.

God’s  land is vast. This journey across different lands has given me confidence that

I can adapt anywhere I want to, so long that  I put my mind to it. It’s also validated for myself that  adapting to different circumstances need not mean  changing or limiting who I am, nor what I firmly  believe it.

Just as His earth is vast, so I have found  are minds. In Palestine, like anywhere else, you will find limited minds… but also, and more thrillingly, you can find vast  minds bursting with creativity and hope.  You will also find a variety of hearts; those which are sadly constricted and dull…and, much more common, hearts full of wonder and love of life, even in spite of death.

Dear precious Prophet! Here I am, rambling on about findings I am certain you have long known before me in the most  noble of minds and hearts. How I wish I could experience all I am experiencing with you.

Until next time, o’ Beloved.

Take care,

Aya

From Zeba

Letter to the beloved

You are the first and You are last CHOSEN ONE

It was YOU who is the reason for our existence

It was YOU who told us the meaning of LOVE

We don’t know for how long OUR LORD saw YOu and YOU saw HIM

It was HIS love for YOU that HE Wanted to show us Who is HIS BELOVED and Why we have been Created

It was YOU who want us to know Who our LORD is,how LOVING HE IS

It’s a love story which starts from HIM to YOU encompassing

YOU Were given treasures of both worlds but you chose to sacrifice it just for the sake of our sins to be forgiven By our Merciful LORD

You came with words(my ummati,my ummati,my ummati)

You spent all your life saying (my ummati,my ummati,my ummati)

And veiled from this world saying (my ummati,my ummati,my ummati)

Till the day of judgement you will be saying (my ummati,my ummati,my ummati)

Your intercession will set all us free

Your love will take us to our ULTIMATE goal

Oh our beloved Sayyidina MUHAMMAD

We sacrifice everything for you

No one can love us the way YOU do…

YOU ARE THE ONLY BELOVED because YOU ARE THE BELOVED of OUR LORD

May peace and blessings be upon you