A wali of Mine
It was a test I know, specifically designed for me. Whilst the physical pain of bruises have long gone with only scars remaining, the emotional pain still exists. It’s still an open wound. It is raw. Sensitive to touch. Often times I scream with pain especially when the horrific memories are triggered. Other times I cry and cry, warm, salty tears. They sting my cheeks menacingly. Be patient – beautifully — O Servant of Allah.
You thought you had a weak empath, a victim with no voice. Your whims and desires unleashed the monster in you. Someone who you could scare and bully into a submissive SILENCE. That night, you made manifest sinister intentions followed by devastating consequences. But My Lord unleashed the survivor in me. The sleeping giant had awoken. The warrior was ready to fight!
You forget, that the truth has been made clear – the criterion between right and wrong. And justice WILL prevail.
Abu Huraira (radiyallahu anhu) narrated that the Messenger of Allah (sallallahu alaihe wa-sallam) said: “Allah, the Exalted said… “Whoever takes a Wali of Mine an enemy, I will wage war on him; and My slave will not perform any act with which he draws closer to Me, more beloved to Me then when he fulfills what I have ordained on him; and My salve will keep drawing closer to Me by performing the Nawafil (voluntary acts of worship) until I love him, and when I love him, I will be his hearing with which he hears, his sight with which he sees, his hands with which he strikes, and his legs with which he walks; and if he asks Me, I will give him; and if he seeks refuge with Me, I will grant him refuge”. [Saheeh Bukharee]
I was never a match for you or your narcissistic inclinations. Physically you are strong. Mentally you are cunning. Emotionally you are bereft of any feelings. But spiritually I WILL race you with my good deeds, my noble deeds, inshaAllah! I WILL profit from my forced silence which will be deafening upon your ears. I will take my plight to The One who controls me and controls you, the King of all Kings, al Haqq.
That night, you beat me black and blue and semi conscious, left me to raise three young children in a foreign land with foreign laws. Little did you know that you abandoned me in my cave which became my solace, I retreated from the outside world and gained strength, courage and momentum. All I had to do was worship in order to secure my status of Wali and force you into a waging war…
Your show is over. Step down and move over. For now I am “Bravely Speaking, Daring Greatly!”