Inshallah! Yes!! Some day

"The moment I go far from your grace, I get very lost. Everything just seems overwhelming," I said to my wise old teacher one cool morning. My heart felt heavy, like a sack of apples too big to carry.

He smiled gently and said, "Come with me."

We walked together to his terrace garden where the air was fresh and sweet. The sun was just starting to peek over the trees, painting the sky in shades of pink and orange. My teacher sat down, sipping his morning tea, and I sat beside him, watching.

A khadim, which is another word for helper, was watering the plants, caring for them like they were precious treasures. It was so quiet, except for the chirping of birds and the whisper of leaves dancing in the breeze.

My teacher said, "This silence, this is where you find peace. When it's just you, and your thoughts, and the quiet, you remember what's important."

I nodded, feeling the truth in his words.

"And solitude," he continued, "when you are alone, you're not really alone. You're with everything. The plants, the sun, the air—they're all with you."

That made me smile.

"Lastly," he added, tapping his heart, "dhikr. Remembering the One who made all this. It’s like saying 'thank you' with every breath."

I felt lighter, like the heavy sack of apples had been set down. I understood why he was always thankful, always smiling. And I started to smile too.