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“He who does not thank people, does not thank Allah"

A saying of the Noble Prophet Muhammad Peace be upon him.

It is from this principle that all our thanks our issued, for in essence, to thank another being is thanking God Almighty for having blessed the help of that human come our way.

In these months a lot of people have helped me in a lot of ways.

I cannot even begin to count the number of times that people have raised their hands in blessed gatherings to pray for me. I sit in silence at times thinking how I will ever repay those who have recited so many many many prayers for me.. and continue to do so.

I think:

Soon I will be out of this ‘state’ and into the next phase of my life. How in the world will I ever comprehend the favours of so many people: most being strangers?

What if I am never in contact with these people ever again in this life? Will I ever allow myself to forget these people? And what they did for me?

What follows is an attempt at recalling some of those beings. It includes people from different lands and faiths, and even no faiths. I do this in the hope that it serves as a reminder to me when I do finally recover my health. My regrets that I cannot mention everyone and I hope they will forgive me for this.

This is no doubt going to be very lengthy and has taken me many weeks to compile, but I assure myself that those mentioned here are only a tip of the iceberg – God Almighty sent plenty of people to help me this time.. but I know not everyone likes to read books, so this is the best I could economise.

And how could I forget the ones who travelled to the Holy Cities of Mecca and Medina and remembered me in the Sanctuary?

I want to thank the one who made me breakfast and saw me as his 3 year old little girl again, and the one who massaged my arms as she did when she was bathing me as a new-born.

How can I forget the one who called me before 9am one morning upon seeing my website down and asked me if I was OK. Telling me to get out of bed and how I had inspired him throughout these years that he had been my manager? Thinking that we share not the same faith, why did he tell me about the Mercy of God?

How can I forget her, who brought me back the ‘Hand of Fatima’ to wear on my self from her trip to North Africa; as she was so worried about me and wanted me to be safe? Or the ones who sent me Prayer Books to read to keep myself protected?

How can I forget the ones who made me laugh? And there were so many people who brought so many tears to my eyes and pain to my stomach as they told me their jokes. There were those who mocked my camels in cyber-world and others who phoned me and had me in stitches about random bits they had come across. And others still who went whirling away to bring back joy without even knowing that their remarks or actions were actually aiding my recovery? They never will realise how difficult it is to put a smile on someone’s face – and that they are capable of it.

How can I forget the one who told me that although things are strange at the moment, everything would ‘reveal’ itself soon? Or the one who told me that eventually this will come to an end?

Or the ones who sang to me? Not only the therapeutic Burdah, but also songs to cheer me up including the “Blue Sky is Blue”.

How can I forget the ones who text me late at night as I felt the total absence of any being from my being? She who reassured me of the Presence of God though her own circumstances are much worse than mine.

Or the sweet couple who said I could call them anytime between 6am to 1am as they only needed 5 hours to sleep. Considering I had never met these two wonderful people who live in my city, how do I ever re-pay them for giving me their time to ask my many random questions?

How do I repay the one who used his work time to telephone Help & Support organisations for me as I was so distressed I couldn’t even dial a number? Or the ones who scribbled down on a piece of paper what herbal remedies I should be taking, as they sat in the row of seats behind me whilst we watched ‘Rumi And The Wings of Love’ in July.

How can I forget the one who told me that although there are worse trials people are undergoing in the world, that I shouldn’t feel bad as this is what my being can cope with at this time? And to know her child heard me speaking to his mother throughout his stay in the womb, and her constant reminders that all will get better.

How do I repay the one who answered my question without knowing; as I asked God Almighty one cold March night: “where are my angels?” This Teacher reminded me, as we sat in his gathering: “the angels are here.” Will he ever know what impact those words had on my being? To receive comfort in those “early days”.

And what about the Teacher who called me whilst I cried and told me that tears are from Heaven: and to cry as much as my heart allows for this is Mercy descending. Replying that “a new world will be created for you” as I told him how I see the presence of a dark grey cloud hanging above my world.

How can I forget the one whose second child died from a genetic disorder and weeks later she held my hands and prayed on top of them for healing? Or the Teacher who is a descendant of the Prophet of God who made me hold his prayer beads and read a prayer. Who told me, when I gave him a little plant that it was the best gift he had ever received.

Or the one who took my faulty laptop to fix and returned it resurrected before the weekend was over all for free?

How can I ever forget those who scribed for me, and then typed whatever it was that I needed? Will they ever realise how much they empowered me by being there to do the simplest of things I could no longer do?

Or the one who washed my hair as it was too difficult for me to use both hands to reach my head? How she would make me laugh by pouring the water over me and occasionally making me taste the shampoo. Then mum would come upstairs to see what the fuss was all about followed by Curly who would assist in the hair-wash too.

How can I forget the teenager who emailed me and told me how myself and other artists had inspired him and his search for the Truth? And how he dedicated his final-year art project to me and another artist. Does he realise how happy and worthy that made me feel?

And the one who emailed to tell me my website had been hacked?

Or the one who took me to the hospital twice - blonde hair and blue eyes.

Or the one who scribbled ‘Get Well Soon’ on an invoice as I ordered something from his website. And how he scanned a chapter of the Burdah for me and emailed it to me. Does he realise how much it means to me that he took his time for me? Amazing as another person brought a copy of it for me later on.

How can I forget the one who helped me to a seat when I entered late to watch ‘The Alchemist of Happiness’ and stood in shock since I am scared of darkness? Unable to keep my balance in the dark, wearing my sling and feeling like a 7 month baby who has been forced to stand alone.

Or the ones who held the doors open for me in so many places at so many times? Will they ever know how pleased I felt at that moment because I knew there was no way I could physically open that door?

How can I forget the one who told me that our limbs are like angels? Will he ever know that after he said that to me I conversed with my limbs and kissed them, and wept for how I had (mis)treated them all this while?

The one who brought me a camel from Istanbul.

The one who sent me packets of balloons.

The one who brought Lilly into my life.

The one who sent me ‘Gifts For The Seeker’.

The one who did some embroidery for Tranquilart.

The ones who brought me perfume.

The one who had Shaykh Hamza Yusuf to sign a book for me.

The one who had Shems Friedlander sign a book for me.

The one who brought me a cushion to rest my arm whilst I attended a 2 week course as she knew I couldn’t carry one.

The ones who carried my shopping.

The ones who brought me a huge bouquet of flowers as I had arranged the ‘Manchester Caravan’.

The ones who emailed me and encouraged me to partake from the world.

I only wish to God Almighty that I was able to express my gratitude to them in a better fashion. I regret I am unable to give anything to these people in return, a mere acknowledgement from the depths of my heart, soul and mind is all I can offer.

All I could say is Thank You and May the choicest of God Almightys’ blessings be with you and your loved ones. And may I never forget your favours. Ameen.

With Love, Peace & Prayers for all
Bint-eh Adam
September, 2005.

*The artwork was sent to me recently by Kelly Crosby [IzzyMo] - Thank you xx

# posted by Daughter of Adam @ 8:14 pm