All Were Delivered All the voices have hushed to a whisper now. The sounds have slept. I rest here in the cocoon of my heart, Waiting for its’ deliverance. They made you think your pain was small. Small to Him… Because it was small to them. Your pain is not small to Him. Your insignificance is in front of Him—but not to Him. You are insignificant before Him. But you are not insignificant to Him. My deliverance will come. He never left any of them in this state. Not Musa, Muhammad, umm Musa, Maryam, Ayoub, Yunus, Yusuf, Yaqoob, Ibrahim, Ismael, Hajar, Aasiya, Nuh. All were delivered. My deliverance will come. This pain is not small to Him. The pain of one woman was not small to Him. The emptiness of one woman who had put her child in the river, was not small to Him. The pleads of one woman who was being tortured, was not small to Him. The complaint of one woman to the Prophet (pbuh), was not small to Him. The broken heart of one woman who had lost her son, was not small to Him. The desperation of one woman, who bore the pain alone under a tree, was not small to Him. His deliverance always came. He never left any of them in this state. -Yasmin Mogahed
Posted on: Mon, 02 Sep 2013 16:12:00 +0000
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