Dear peace of my heart,
I have been waiting for this moment to come from the day I have held you in my arms. I still remember the look of yours when you first hold my finger, clinging onto the only soul you trusted back then.
Ever since you have entered my life dear Son, I have always tried to learn from you as much as I have tried to teach you what I had learnt from my father. You have been a good son and by Allah I swear that I will stand on the day of reckoning as a witness over your deeds and will testify that you have always been kind to your mother and me and for that I will pray that Allah rewards you justly.
You are a successful young adult in the eyes of the world and you might not need any advice from an old man like me. You have seen many more landscapes than I did and have achieved in this life many more accomplishment than I ever wished to dream. You have turned into gold whatever you have touched and for that you should always be thankful to Allah.
However, despite being a mature individual, one that knows how to sail oceans of life, there are many, many lessons of life that you haven’t learnt yet, for they are not lessons that one learns in an academic setting.
Life, my son, is not as relatable as it seems. You have been blessed to have parents that cared about you and a family that looked over you, that stood before you whenever a hardship would befall over you to protect you and your faith from temptations they could not have handled back then. You have lived amongst your parents, in a house that was blessed by the remembrance of Allah and that in itself, has enabled you to blossom the way you did.
You are now about to leave Home, in order to acquire further knowledge and there is not greater pride for your mother and I to have a son like you, a son that wishes to act upon the Prophet’s saying (pbuh) to seek knowledge from the cradle to the grave.
As you embark on this journey of self-discovery, your mother and I would like to give you a piece of advice:
A moment will come in your life,
Perhaps, more than once,
Certainly, often enough,
When you will be lost,
You will be battled,
You will struggle to navigate
In these seemingly Shoreless Oceans.
You will look for yourself and for your Lord
But life will seem to you
Like a desert devoid of any meaning.
You will often drown,
People will come and go,
You will be questioned,
You will be tired,
And more importantly,
You will tested.
Hardships are a reward from God
And only a manifestation of his trust
And while these hardships will befall on you
And you alone,
Allah in his infinite compassion
Will bless you with a light,
That will guide in the darkest of nights.
Whenever you find yourself,
Lost, battled, drowning, buried and forgotten
And see a shining face,
Whose mercy reminds of Muhammad,
A helping hand,
Whose secrecy reminds you of Ali,
A sincere eye,
Whose patience reminds you of Hassan,
A radiant smile,
Whose certainty reminds you of Hussein,
A silent worshiper,
Whose prayer reminds you Al Sajjad,
An enlightened scholar,
Whose knowledge reminds of Al Baqir,
A voice whispering you secrets
Whose truthfulness reminds you of As Sadiq
A calmness of being,
Whose forgiveness reminds you of Al Kadhim
An undying love,
Whose generosity reminds of Ar Ridha
A certainty in faith,
Whose piety reminds of Al Jawad
A light of guidance,
Whose clarity reminds you Al Hadi
A content soul,
Whose hardships reminds of Al Askari,
And most importantly,
If you ever meet a patience,
Whose destiny reminds you of Al Mahdi,
If you ever meet such an individual my Son,
Be known that you will have just met the greatest gift of God.
Do not worry about finding this soul my son,
For wayfarers in the path of God are always looking for one another,
When you will meet this sincere heart,
Be known that he will look for you as much as
You will have looked for him.
He will be pleased to be in your company
As much as you will be pleased to be in his.
You will both rise together,
Forever unveiling shadows
That separate you from reaching
The light upon light.
I was blessed my son to have met
Many of these souls in life,
Sincere lovers of the prophets whose
Morality have always reminded me of Allah,
And whose conduct has always reflected the Quran.
When you will meet such a soul my son,
You will ask yourself how to call it.
Society will tell you to call it a friend,
A neighbor, an acquaintance,
A companion, a confidant,
Schoolmate, a classmate,
Or a study partner.
But deep within yourself,
You will hear the voice of a Lady,
Whose utmost purity,
No shrine could ever withstand.
Az Zahra (pbuh) herself will speak to you
And will tell you,
That there is only once word
That unites in faith
All lovers of Hussein
Wherever they are
Whoever they are,
Whenever that is,
In the meantime,
In between time,
Forever and ever.
And the only word
That Allah himself has deemed
worthy to describe this bond
Is the word ‘Brother’
My only request regarding this letter, my dear son, is that you keep it with you and read it whenever you feel the need. And when Allah himself blesses you to become a Father, and your own progeny becomes as worthy as you are today, remember to teach them this truth, even if it is the last thing you will ever teach them.
I will leave you my dear Son, with these words of wisdom, hoping that you will meet in your quest, other sons of Zahra as you will come together and strive in the path of Allah while remembering The Hussain of your time.
Your loving Father,
I would like to dedicate this letter to all my brothers and sisters of the KLC family and more importantly to my esteemed teacher Dr Shomali whose dedication alone is an unspoken lesson of humilty. I have chosen the word ‘brother’ because it reflects better my own reality. However, ‘brother’ in this context is not restricted to the male gender as its essence can be found just as equally in sisterhood for sincere women wayfaring in the path of Allah.