Aug 13, 2023

You Stop Knocking


Some lessons you hear when you're younger don't land until life catches up. The words stay, but you still haven't lived enough to feel them. Then years pass, and one day everything finally makes sense. I had a moment like that recently. My mind keeps going back to an afternoon in Ustadha Amina's class years ago. She read us a piece of wisdom from Kitab Al-Hikam by Ibn Ata'illah and told us we probably wouldn't understand it yet. But she said we would, when the time was right.

The wisdom reads:

مَتى أَوْحَشَكَ مِنْ خَلْقِهِ . . فَاعْلَمْ : أَنَّهُ يُرِيدُ أَنْ يَفْتَحَ لَكَ بَابَ الْأُنْسِ بِهِ

"When Allah makes you feel distant or alienated from His creation, know that He actually wants to open for you the door of intimacy with Him."

Ustadha explained that when someone feels alone, or like a stranger even among our own friends, it's not a sign that something is wrong with us. Allah is the One who placed that feeling there to pull us back to Him. This kind of loneliness isn't there to break us from the inside. It's an invitation to turn toward Him instead of wasting it by drowning everything out. "Don't run to people first," she said. "Run to Allah first. Be happy with Allah. Truly."

I thought about her words again the other day while scrolling through my phone. We stay online all day now, but somehow we still feel unseen. All these group chats and notifications are going off, but we can sit there and feel completely empty. You know that feeling of standing at a packed train station. Surrounded by a sea of people, rushing past you, yet you remain almost invisible. Socializing starts taking up so much energy, and conversations that used to feel warm suddenly lose their life. Dealing with people becomes exhausting even when you don't hate anyone. We end up drained from pretending like everything is okay.

We often treat this restlessness with people like a problem that needs to be solved by finding better company. In Al-Hikam, this restlessness is understood as a signal. Scholars call this al-wahshi, a kind of wildness that makes a person feel like they don't belong. It's the opposite of uns, that deep sense of intimacy and belonging. Sometimes Allah uses al-wahshi to quiet things down so He can open bāb al-uns for us, the door of intimacy with Him. The word for human being, insān, shares its root with uns. Maybe that's why no amount of attention from other people ever fully settles us. If we try to satisfy that need entirely through other flawed humans, we end up feeling homeless. Allah pulls us back from the crowd through moments of rejection or sudden emptiness. He's clearing away expectations that were never meant to hold us. He wants us to stop chasing approval from faces that are as tired and lost as we are.

This isolation is a necessary stage for the heart to grow. I remember Ustadha describing how faith starts out like a small flame. When a fire is new and fragile, you have to shield it from the wind. You cup your hands around it, maybe even take it to a quiet corner, because a strong gust will kill it. That's what solitude sometimes is. Allah shielding a heart that's still too easy to put out. You're not supposed to hide forever. Once the fire gets big enough, the wind won't kill it anymore. It'll only make the fire grow. But you need that first bit of shelter.

And then, you go back.

You go back to people, but you carry a different kind of presence. You don't do good things because you're scared they'll leave, or because you're chasing a thank you. You do it like a mother who gets up early to make steamed bread for her kid. She's not even hungry for that food herself. She just knows her kid loves it. She might not have slept well, but she prepares it with care because the love she has for the child simply flows through her hands. That's how relationships change when the heart is full of Allah. You don't show up to take because you're already filled.

So when the people around you start feeling distant and nothing really lands the way it used to, it might not be something you have to fight. Let the silence hang there. Just sit for a moment instead of reaching for something to cover it up. That feeling of isolation isn't an empty hole you need to cram something into. It's more like a door that's been waiting for you to open it. And afterwards, you walk back into the world without needing to knock on every door, begging to be let in.
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Feb 24, 2022

The Vertical Escape: A Transit through the Year of Sadness

The Isra’ and Mi’raj did not happen when the world was applauding the Prophet ﷺ. It happened during the "Year of Sadness." It was God’s response to a heart worn down by loss, to a soul that felt the world slowly closing in. We are often so obsessed with "leveling up" in this crowded, material race. But the Buraq—that small, humble creature—teaches us a different lesson. To truly rise, you have to travel light. You have to let go of what keeps you tied down. Perhaps we fail to move forward simply because we are too attached to the noise of the earth.

When the Prophet ﷺ led the prayer at Baitul Maqdis, it wasn’t about authority. It was about connection. It was a moment where history held its breath, showing us that we are part of a long, unbroken chain of light. Gathering in the dust of the earth before ascending to the stars reminds us that our journey isn't about escaping our past, but about carrying its truth into the heavens.

But the part that truly stays with me isn't the ascent. It’s the return. After reaching a proximity to the Divine that words cannot touch, he chose to come back. He came back to the friction, the mess, and the cruelty of this world. He did it out of pure mercy. And he brought back Salah—not as a heavy obligation, but as a daily escape. A place where you can finally turn the world’s volume down. Every time we step onto the mat, we are reenacting that celestial journey. It’s our chance to drop the heavy things and let the heart breathe again.

In the end, this journey isn't about leaving reality behind. It’s about bringing the perspective of the sky back down to the pavement. It’s realizing that while we walk on this earth, we do not belong to it. We have the capacity to survive our own years of sadness every time we pray and remember that the horizon is not the end. We are just travelers in a temporary skin, and we have been given a map so we never forget how to rise.


A distilled reflection from Shaykh Abdal Hakim Murad’s session last night.

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Jul 14, 2013

My hot chocolate went cold

It’s almost midnight, and I’m supposed to be cramming for finals. My desk lamp’s still on, and I’ve been sitting here forever staring at my laptop. Somehow I ended up on YouTube, watching this talk by Shaykh Abdal Hakim Murad about Al-Ghazali. And everything stopped. Whatever I was trying to study didn't even matter anymore.


He talked about Sabr and Shukr. Patience and gratitude.

I used to think patience was only for the big hard moments. Like losing someone you love, or trying your hardest at something and still failing. To me, it was something you turned to when everything was falling apart. I never saw it in the small boring stuff like waiting ages for a bus, or sitting through a class where you feel out of place, counting every minute until it ends.

But tonight, I heard it differently. Shaykh Murad explained how Al-Ghazali taught that patience is like the head of your faith. If you lose your head, the rest of your body’s useless. It’s a constant battle inside yourself, against your own desires.

Sitting here with my messy desk and piles of books, I can feel that fight happening right now. Part of me wants to stay put and focus, but my hand keeps reaching for my phone. It’s hard to sit quietly, especially after spending the whole day dealing with stinging words and cold shoulders. I pick up my phone to check anything, anything at all, just to keep my mind busy. I don’t know what’s wrong with me tonight. I can’t focus on anything for more than five minutes, and I don't even know why.

We’re always told freedom means getting whatever you want, satisfying every little desire that comes up. But he said real freedom is actually being able to say “no” to your own nafs. And it made me wonder how much time I waste doing things that don't even matter.

When Shaykh Murad talked about Shukr, I started wondering how many things I take for granted without even noticing. He brought up ghaflah, this spiritual sleep where you enjoy a blessing and forget who gave it to you. Earlier today all I wanted was to come home. Now I'm back in my room, door locked and safe. I got exactly what I asked for. Allah gave me this so I could rest my mind. But instead of being grateful, somehow being alone makes me feel restless. I keep picking up my phone just to stop myself from thinking too much. I’m taking every bit of comfort for granted, and forgetting the One who kept me safe and warm tonight.

But he said gratitude isn't just saying thank you. It's what you do with what you've been given. That really got me thinking. If I have eyes, what am I using them to look at tonight? If I have this quiet time, why am I wasting it for no reason? I always feel like I need something to distract me, even though most of the time it doesn't even make me feel better anyway. 

Earlier this week I watched another talk by Shaykh Hamza Yusuf where he mentioned qalbun saleem. A sound heart. For some reason that phrase keeps coming back to me tonight. It feels like exactly what I'm missing. But I’m obviously looking in the wrong places. Maybe it starts with learning to be content with simply remembering Allah instead of wasting hours online and feeling worse afterwards.

My hot chocolate’s gone cold, by the way. I made it like an hour ago and completely forgot it was even there.
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