I am not sad
My dear, Allah. How wonderful You are. You have blessed us immensely, yet we
fail to thank You for these blessings. Despite this fact, You continue to bless
us every day, in so many ways.
O Allah, You are so Lovely. You guided us to the straight path and informed us
of the deeds we should perform in order to enter Jannah. However, we are so
imprudent that we neglect those deeds which will take us to Jannah.
O Allah, How is my daddy? He is well isn’t he? You have admitted my daddy into
Your Heavens, haven’t you?
O Allah! My daddy abandoned everything and sacrificed his life to glorify Your
Deen. He did not give priority to anything in this World; neither wealth, nor
property; as a matter of fact, he forgot about everything else and just
remembered that Islam should be superior on this Earth. O Allah! It is for this
reason that he used to tell us stories about Muhammad Qasim, about Mahmood
Ghazanwi, about Tariq Bin Zayyad and of Khalid Bin Waleed. Eventually, he too,
like them, raised arms against the enemy and continued to fight until the last
drop of his blood had spilt from his body. O Allah! Give my Salaam to my daddy
and tell him that his little boy is absolutely fine. O Allah, please also tell
him that his little boy kept the first fast of his life, during this Ramadhan.
Oh Allah swt! Tell my daddy not to be worried in our absence; the life of this
world is very short. Mummy says that the life of this world will end suddenly,
and then no mummy, daddy, brother, sister, son, or daughter will be of any use.
However on that day the Shaheed will be able to intercede for seventy members of
his family and lead them into Jannah.
O Allah! Tell my daddy that whenever mummy talks to me about him, she is very
sorrowful, but she gives me a lot of courage. She weeps silently, but has never
cried impatiently and uncontrollably. O Allah! Tell my daddy not to get
distressed. My mummy is very courageous. She earns a living by sewing clothes
and washing dishes for people in our neighbourhood. She sends me to school
during the day and to the mosque in the evening. At the mosque I learn the
Qur’an from the Qari. My mummy has never complained to anyone. Instead, at
night-time after finishing her work, she she tells me stories of bravery and
courage, as my daddy used to, and says I must avenge the killing of my daddy.
O Allah! Eid is near. The other children are going to buy new shoes with their
daddys’. They have had new garments tailor-made and have bought Eid gifts to
exchange with friends. Whenever I ask mummy to buy me some new shoes and clothes
she does not answer me. She just remains silent and goes into the other room.
Now I have stopped asking her. Maybe she has a good reason.
But Allah! Tell my daddy not to worry. Even if I do not get new clothes, even if
I do not get new shoes; so what? Eid is but a day, it will pass. Instead of
passing the day playing, as children do and instead of going to the markets, I
will spend it in the company of my mummy. Anyway, I am no longer a child. I have
matured. My courage and resolve are very strong.
O Allah! Tell my daddy that we are very happy. We do not lack anything. Just
tell daddy to remember us; and Allah, tell my daddy not to worry, as I no longer
cry.
There is no-one who will lovingly tell me off, there is no-one to play fight
with me, there is no-one who will pretend to be upset with me, but mummy tries
to ensure that I am always happy.
When I hear of the children of Afghanistan and Iraq, that their homes have been
destroyed and their parents murdered by the oppressors, I forget about my own
sorrows. I see their pictures in the newspapers; they sit despondently; some sit
on the rubble of their houses, some sit forlorn on the dead bodies of their
relatives. And that is why Allah, I would like you to tell my daddy not to
worry, because I am not sad.
Abdul Hameed Hamza
(Translated by Umm Rawhiyah)
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