There was once a man
Who was despised by the people around him.
They beat him, imprisoned him, and threatened to kill him…
They were united in their hatred.
(The man did nothing wrong…if anything, he should have been loved. Let’s say his people loathed him because he would enjoin what was right in their corrupt society. Or his reputation of good character made them jealous. Anything that creates a picture of total injustice works.)
But it was ok with him,
Because he didn’t care about people’s approval.
His only concern was Allah’s approval.
While on the dirt floor of his tiny jail cell, wiping away the blood of his bruises, he would make his usual prayer;
O Strong One, give me strength.
O Loving One, love me.
O Source of Peace, give me peace;
That’s all I could ever ask for.
The man’s persecuters never stopped.
The kicks that they gave him only got harder, with time, and the stones that they threw at him only got bigger, with time.
Many years later, upon dying, alone, inside his jail cell, there was a smile on the man’s face…
Did the angel let him know?
Or, perhaps, Allah? Did he hear the words;
*”O (thou) soul, in (complete) rest and satisfaction!
Come back thou to thy Lord- well pleased (thyself), and well-pleasing unto Him!
Enter thou, then, among My devotees!
Yea, enter thou My Heaven”?
Something tells me that he did…
*Qur’an; Surat al-Fajr (the Dawn). 89:27-30