Tuesdays are my long days. Wake up at 5:30 am. Usually get home around 6 pm. Around Zuhr my left foot started hurting. It was mild to begin with. By the end of the last lab of the day, I was limping.
Winter means, tall bulky boots. Praying maghrib was difficult. Got on the bus, switched over to the second bus. Phone battery was at 20%.
At this point, I’m thinking about how I will limp from the bus stop to home. It’s a 10 minute walk, and usually no trouble at all, but today, I could barely put my foot on the ground.
I should make dua that brother picks me up from the bus stop.
But my battery is dying.
I don’t even know if he is home yet.
By the time I get to the stop battery will be dead.
I have no energy to call him.
What’s the point of making dua if I don’t put in the effort.
You know what, going to make dua anyway, what harm can it do?
“Oh Allah, allow S to pick me up from the bus stop, ameen”.
And then I fell asleep. I woke to my phone ringing. It was mom, “Beta where are you, do you want us to pick you up?”
Alhamdulilah bro picked me up. So grateful. ❤
Sometimes it’s the small fulfilled prayers that increase your faith and reinstall hope.
God is the all-hearing, As Sami, Al Mujeeb.