The comforter needs comfort

They say, “Write about what you know.” And I know pain.

I know what it means to be the strong one. The listener. The soft place for everyone else to land. The one who says “In shaa Allah” with a smile while quietly drowning inside. I know what it’s like to hold space for others while your own heart feels like it’s caving in. To be the comforter, the rock, the warmth, the one with the answers, until the weight becomes too heavy, and suddenly… the comforter needs comfort.

So when that happens, when it feels like the world is about to end…

Do you know Who you’re turning to?

You’re not turning to someone who may never understand.

You’re turning to Ar-Rahman, the One who knows exactly how much you carry and how long you’ve been carrying it. The One who sees the invisible wounds. The tears that never make it to your cheeks. The One who knows every time you swallowed your pain to show up for someone else.

When you feel forgotten, remember Yusuf A.S, forgotten by his own blood, left at the bottom of a well, but Allah was with his servant wasn’t He? He was never truly alone. And neither are you.

When you’re tired of waiting, think of Zakariya A.S, who asked for a child despite his grey hair and his barren wife. Allah, our Rabb, Ar Razzaq, the Bestower of Bounties, gave him Yahya. A prophet, gentle and beloved. Why? Because he asked with a heart full of hope and a tongue softened by longing. Ar-Rahman GAVE. Al Fattah opened this GATES. Ar Razzaq BESTOWED. He always does.

And when you’re drowning in guilt, remember Musa A.S who fled Misr after taking a life. Years passed. Yet Allah still spoke to him directly. Still chose him. That’s who Our Rabb is, Our Most Merciful Rabb, the One who sees what’s redeemable in you even when all you see is regret.

Think about Ibrahim A.S, tossed into fire by his own people. But before the flames could touch him, Allah said, “Be cool and safe. That’s what our Rabb does.

So dear comforter, helper, giver, Oh Al Baseer sees you. Ar Raqeeb is watching over you.

He saw Maryam A.S, alone under a tree, trembling with the weight of what she carried. And He sent comfort from the earth and from the sky.

He saw Yunus A.S, suffocating in darkness, and pulled him out…

He saw Ayub A.S, covered in illness, deserted by people, but still saying, “ Anta, Arhamur Rahimin - You are the Most Merciful of those who show mercy.” And He healed him. My Rabb. Oh my Rabb.

So cry. Whisper. Let the comforter be comforted.

Ask, like Hajar, who ran between mountains looking for help and was given the well of Zamzam.

You are calling on the One who placed a mercy within your heart so deep that others run to it for refuge. And now, it’s your turn.

To be the one held. To be the one loved. To be the one comforted by Ar-Rahman.

So ask.

And when you feel too empty to ask, just sit in His presence.

Because the One you are turning to…

Is the Source of comfort Himself.

لا إلهَ إلاَّ اللَّه وحْدهُ لاَ شَرِيكَ لهُ، لَهُ المُلْكُ، ولَهُ الحمْدُ، وَهُو عَلَى كُلِّ شَيءٍ قَدِيرٌ

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Fun fact, my plan was for this to be a lot darker but I’m so glad I decided to go in this direction. This is only but an ‘Arafa special. Please include me in your du’as.