I am driving…………and the rain is falling all around me, sometimes gentle, sometimes the drops join together to form an opaque wave on my windshield blinding me from all else, and sometime, it just comes at me enveloping me in my car like an undemanding, recurrent embrace.
I am thinking, of the rain and how it has always personified freedom for me. It has a way of stripping people of the fakenesses they cover themselves with (makeup, fake hairdos, ostentatious clothes) and reveal their true outer selves.
Rain is the mercy of Allah……I have always known that, however recently while listening to FH’s tafseer on Surah Al Araaf, it brought on a new significance and a warning.
Here is an excerpt:
One of the ingredients of the recipe of earning the Rahma of Allah SWT is to give zakaat. The nation that forbids zakaat; Allah SWT says he would completely stop the rain if it were not for the animals and the birds who are always in tasbeeh, unlike humans.
Rain……. I see my self, a child, biking with my brothers in calf deep water in the rain flooded lanes in Karachi. Schools are closed, and we are randomly going places. I see my self driving though the rain across the state lines with my mother on a sightseeing adventure.
I see a sheet of rain coming down and drenching me and the fresh graves of my son and his two friends. I see a father in a far away land, standing at his sons grave and thinking of his child’s hand in his, when they would walk to his school.
Through my windshield, I am sensitized to the fact that the raindrops are not falling randomly, and nowhere is this more apparent than on a two hundred mile drive. I see where the mercy of Allah has been graced upon consistently and I see flowers bloom wildly on the side of the road.
In other places I see the parched earth and low streams and abandoned closed factories. At other places I see roads flooded and traffic stopped.
Allah SWT slowing down man’s rampant desire for dunya forcing him to think and observe the beauty He (SWT) has created for us.
Nothing is random in the kingdom of Allah, and especially not where and when the rain falls.
I see each raindrop being carried down by an angel to the spot it is supposed to saturate……….and thus bringing with it the mercy of Allah.
And then as memory kicks in on the interstate, I invariably see my son and his two friends driving into the rain storm. Allah’s mercy surrounding them, embracing them and the angels removing their souls in that embrace, before any pain strikes. Allah SWT recalling them to be delivered to Him, enveloped in His mercy. And all the while the mercy of Allah rains all around drenching their soulless bodies with mercy, leaving them for us to retrieve and grieve.
“Drenched in His mercy” that is how that fateful afternoon was on July 13 2005.
This new perspective comes to me as I drive on the interstate through the blinding rain, listening to Sheikh Mokhtar Magroubi’s “Sciences of the Quran” and marvel at the fact that I had never thought of rain in this perspective:
“Allah’s mercy surrounding my son, Im and Ebad, drenching them in His mercy and then recalling them to Him wrapped in His mercy…………..”
Rain, Rain, rain ………………I will never think of rain again without thinking of His mercy.