A love letter to my Rabb,

Dear Rabb*,

It is with a heavy heart that I write out these words to You. Humbly, I hope that my ink will not dry out in the process, for I do not know how many words it would take to express the depths of my sorrow.

My Rabb, Your Perfection takes my breath away. I see it manifested everywhere, in everything, every way. In the flowers blooming, I see Your promise of new beginnings. In the rain that falls, I see how You never fail to replenish my soul. In the sunset, I see the beauty of Your plans, and in the sunrise, I see the hope my heart sips from Your love. In the moonlight touching my skin, I feel Your mercy and forgiveness.

And which of Your Signs could I possibly deny?

For every Sign is a reminder to my soul, of the reason I am here, now. For the reason I am breathing, for the oxygen entering my lungs, diffusing through my veins. Ya Allah, I see it. My only reason for being here is You. I turn to You, my heart tainted with the darkest colours of the world. My head looks down in shame, for how could I face Your eternal Love? This Love that never ends, always waiting for me, for when my heart finally repents. I look down, for how could I look up, knowing I’d see the stars, and be reminded yet again of Your Love’s infinity? I look down, thinking that perhaps it will avoid me of being reminded of the shame I feel. For everywhere I look, I see Signs of You. And these Signs remind me of how many times I’ve failed to show my love to You.

But here I am, being naive again. For I look down, and I see the grass. I see the soil their roots dive into, the way each leaf grows perfectly. I see the ants walking upon them, knowing where they’re going, what they’re doing. And it all becomes so clear.

My Rabb, You are always there. It is me, who forgets. I forget Your perfection. Forgive me, for this imperfection. I am deeply flawed, yet You accept me. I am constantly in search of You, yet You are constantly there. I call, and You respond. I cry, I feel shame, I fear, I doubt. And You, You respond.

Which of Your Signs could I deny? After all, these words flowing from my pen, form a Sign in itself.

My Rabb, these are my words to You.

Forgive me, Ya Allah! My sorrow often blinds me. But in the end, I do.

I do, love You.

Sincerely,

your servant.

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*Rabb : (Arabic: رب) is often used to refer to God in Arabic (Allah) as the "Lord" or "master".