Thoughts
Tuesday, March 2nd, 2004I use to write so much when I was a child, a young person afraid of my life and my world. My feelings were all scrambled and left me with an emptiness that I thought nothing would fill. I needed Him and I didn’t even now it, it scares me how I can hold on to Him with my soul and yet lose gripe from time to time. That’s the way it works though, no one is perfect. That’s what makes the Prophet so wonderful, he was. Trying to follow him in every way possible makes you like him. Makes you understand Islam and Allah that much more because he did, reading the hadiths and the stories of his life captures me. I remember when I didn’t know much about our beloved Prophet and I couldn’t really say that I loved him. I mean I am the type of person that can’t love someone just because. Not really feel for them unless I can see something in them that touches my heart. My mother told me to read about him and maybe that will change, so I did. Eventually… But As I read through the books of hadith my purpose was not to research our Prophet to love him. I just wanted to read some hadith, but I fell in love with him. His kindness and compassion and his knowledge was amazing. I became saddened that he suffered so much and had such a burden on him. May Allah reward our Prophet and his progeny! Ameen
