Mariya put down the note and looked inside the binder. She sat up straight and as her fingers slipped within the crisp pages, she decided to be rather adventurous. “I wonder” she said… “I wonder what Name of Allah I will encounter today.” She looked at the binder full of Faris’s notes and closed her eyes. Slowly she slipped her fingers back into the binder and opened to a page. At the top of the page it read:
Al Fattah: The One who alleviates distress and resolves all difficulties. The One who grants success. The One who arbitrates with justice between opponents
Wow, I was in awe. Every problem I had was solvable, in fact thinking about it, every solution was within the hurdle. It was whether I was willing to see it or not. I continued reading…
”The One Who will judge between His Servants. The Judge Who, on the Day of Judgment will judge with truth. He will support those who were guided, and punish those who were in error. The One who opens the eyes [and hearts] of those who are truthful and sincere by His Kindness. He opens the doors of mercy and sustenance for His servants and provides them the means of attaining both the good in this life and the Hereafter.
The Most Trustworthy and Knowledgeable of His Judgment: He neither needs witnesses or investigations. He is the One who opens the gates of Mercy and sustenance to His creation. He is the One who opens their hearts to the truth and gives victory to His slave.”
As she read the meaning of the Name of Allah , her shoulders slowly began to fall and her head softly hit her seat. She closed her eyes and as her eye lids opened again, she was now sitting in her bedroom…
“Mum, I need some money – will you give me some?” She heard Faris say to their mother, in his usual harsh tone.
“Listen, I’ve told you Faris. If you’re going to go out and mess about, I’m not giving you anything.” Mum replied firmly a faint smile, though beyond this smile, deep down you saw a woman who was hurt. Hurt by the waves of life, just passing by – holding on to her faith.
“I need it Mum, come on don’t be like that. You know I don’t mess about. Listen Mum, I’ll be back soon.”
Faris replied, this time pleading. Mariya could picture her mum’s eyes nearing tears and it killed her to see her mum in so much pain, especially as she had invested so much time into Faris. According to Mum, he was their saviour, especially as Daddy had passed away two years ago due to the racial attack. However, her dreams seemed to fade by the day.
It was an all common scene in their house now. Faris had turned 21 and as he did, he entered into a new realm in life. Gone were the days when he would lie by mum and tell her how much he loved her. Gone were the days of Qur’an recitation and the smiles. Gone were the days when Mum would dream that Faris would revive Dads legacy… It was a distant dream for her now. After Dad passed away he had got involved with the wrong crowd and life turned upside down.
“I don’t want too… Please don’t make me come down.” She muttered under her breath… Dreading going down and meeting her older brother in an angry mood.
She wanted a way out… She wanted to find a door to a secret garden away from the pain, away from seeing her mother upset. She wanted to Allah to provide her with a solution and bring her brother back, especially after the pain of losing her father.
She couldn’t take it and her fear of facing him scared her. She wiped the tears from her eyes and remained in her bedroom making du’a that everything would be okay. Twenty minutes later, her mother gave in.
“Here have it… Just come back soon okay?” Her mother whispered, clearly tired of the arguing.
“Don’t worry Mum, I love you.” Faris replied, relieved by his mothers reaction. He walked towards the front door and then stopped, he glanced back and gave his mum a reassuring look and then headed out.
Back in her room, Mariya looked up at the poster in her room, it’s colours kept her engaged, but the words mesmerised her…
“Things aren’t always as they seem. Umm Musa was told to throw her son in the river, Yusuf was left for dead in a well, Maryam delivered a child alone, Yunus was swallowed by a whale, Ibrahim was thrown in the fire and Umm Salamah thought no one could be better than Abu Salamah. Yet look at how it turned out for them in the end. So don’t worry, Allah has a plan for you.” ~ Amatullah
And she closed her eyes for a second and smiled to herself… Suddenly she heard a voice and opened her eyes slowly…
“Sorry, I was in my own little world. Here it is.” She replied as she re-entered back into the train… As she looked back at the binder, she continued reading…
“AlFattah sends solutions when you least expect them, in fact Al Fattah sends solutions that exceed your expectations. To live with Al Fattah, one needs to approach Al Fattah with humbleness. They have to never despair the mercy of Allah and help others, so Allah opens the door for you.”
Wow! Mariya thought, Allah has the most beautiful Names. She looked around and noticed no-one was looking. She raised her hands and felt a powerful emotion inside of her. She started making her du’a…
“Bismillah walhamdulilah wasalatu wasalamu ‘ala Rasulillah. O AlFattah… Make things easy for me… Grant me a way out in a way I can’t imagine…”
She held on to the emotion for a few seconds and the tears began to fall. All the pain came rushing back. She opened her eyes hurriedly and looked around, as she wiped her tears; she regained her posture and made the du’a again and again… The Name of Allah gave her the solace she needed, desired and yearned for. And it can do the same for you…
[An excerpt from Falling in Love – A Journey with the Names of Allah]
Alima Ashfaq is the founder of I am Alima and hopes to transform it into the forefront of assisting women come closer to Allah (swt). She is the author of a number of publications, most notably Du’as of the Superstars.