“No one truly believes until he wishes for his brother what he wishes for himself.”
I’m happy today and I’ve been happy for the past couple of days now, so happy, in fact, that the smile upon my face which has not abated yet. What could make a man so happy, you ask? Easy, I say to you: it’s those unforeseen happenstances authored only by God Himself, the finer things life which He proffers unto us out of His Grace and Mercy; those things that make you stop, reflect, and breathe a sigh of relief to relinquish the day’s consternation; those things the that rekindle the dying embers under the heart, reignite the inner light within us, the light bent towards God and purpose, the one so easily extinguished. They usually come in the simplest of forms but eschew the insouciance and negativity thrusted upon us in living in the modern, sometimes heart-breaking world with gusto and ease.
So, you inquire, what was it then?
A few days prior, I received an unexpected call from a good friend of mine who I haven’t seen in years. The call came while I was driving from my apartment to the gymnasium here in Charlotte one afternoon. When I took a gander at my vibrating phone, I saw my friend’s name, and I immediately felt remiss and embarrassed because I had been meaning to call this brother since my return from Turkey – that and I forgot to call or text him for Eid ul-Fitra; and yet, here he was, ringing my phone as if he was telepathic. Subhan’Allah, God has a way of connecting people beyond even their own comprehension.
Anyway, to make a short story even shorter, the brother called me just to let me know that his du’a of some years had finally been answered, more or less. He had been in a crappy situation for quite some time and when I could remember, I offered up some du’a on my friend’s behalf as he is my brother in Islam and because Prophet said, “No one truly believes until he wishes for his brother what he wishes for himself,” the Muslim version of Golden Rule. After years of supplication accompanied with appropriate action, al-hamdu’ilah, his prayers were answered. I don’t want to divulge this brothers identity nor his situation as I like to retain the anonymity of my confidants. But really, the identity of the person and the reality of the situation isn’t my focus here: you could put anyone’s name and their situation and I reckon the focal point wouldn’t change a nanometer; it lies in the answered prayers and supplications: When he told me about the (almost) resolution of the problem and thanked me for my prayers, I couldn’t help but smile, and I’m still smiling, days hence.
My mother, may God have mercy on her soul, used to say, “The Lord may not give you what you asked for, but He’ll give you what you need.” I think I’m going to Islamize this Southern bezel of wisdom it in the following manner: “Allah may not give you want, when you want it, and how you want it, but He’ll answer you’re du’a, perhaps not in the way you were expecting, but He’ll answer it nevertheless.”
Maybe my formulation isn’t as succinct as my mother’s, but it still drives the point home: never underestimate the power of sincere supplication accompanied with appropriate action because God does answer them, maybe not in the way you had in mind, but He answers them.