Journey of the Night Series

A Place where the Heart Longed

Growing up,

I used to see my mum making a lot of Ibaadah.

Almost every time she's in her corner,on her prayer mat,doing one acts of worship or the other.

I used to ask why does mum like that corner so much that you could not wait for her to finish.

You would rather leave her there and do whatever you needed to do.

She trained us to do whatever she was doing, but being young girls,we would do them in haste so we could have time to be idle .

Sometimes, she would punish us to redo whatever acts of worship we did in haste, but on some other days,maybe she didn't know we did them in haste,she would leave us.

Then, I would ask myself, "Is this woman not tired?"

“Is she not bored?"

The moment I check on her,she's performing one act,the next she's performing another.

Then I will be forced to ask "Mum,are you not done?"

Now,

I grew up to experience why mum used to be in her corner, on her praying mat performing one act or the other.

It's truly a place the heart longed,

Leaving that place is like leaving your comfort zone.

The moment you leave is the moment you longed to be there.

It feels more surreal during the night prayers when you feel your lord has come down to the last heaven to hear you.

What a servant of the most high you are.

UR♡

Jazakumullahu khayran for reading UR'S Journey of the Night Series.

Till I write to you again,

I leave you in the care of my Lord.