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What ever storms may be weathered

What ever pain sears

How ever mighty the torrents that seek to drown

What ever darkness, how ever deep, that seeks to sink…

May we remember that the worst of storms had passed and the most turbulent of waves had crashed down into easy cascades of calm waters.

No matter the hurt we may bleed through, We’ll never know the pain that blinded better men of yesterday,

Pain so severe they couldn’t tell their left from their right…

Couldn’t recognize faces they had seen every other day for a lifetime.

That made their beloved city uninhabitable for the likes of Bilal bin Rabah…

We will never know the devastation of mourning Habibullah…

For there is no trial more devastating for his ummah than his death.

Whatever destruction happens in our day, may we not lose hope in Restoration.

‘Cause people of understanding have narrated, that each passage of time will usher fates worse than the last’s.

No matter the gloom that seeks to overwhelm

No matter the forces that attack

No matter the falsehood that spreads

No matter how much advantage the enemy appears to gain

Doesn’t matter how we barely seem to hold our own…

May we remember that Allah holds us down.

And truly, How many a mighty force had been conquered by a small one?

Isn’t Allah with the steadfast?

Even after the Apocalypse

Even after the Antichrist

Even after the world’s been wrecked with havoc unprecedented…

Still hope looms, because darkness is defeated

The Antichrist is killed

Injustices done away with

Truth wins and…

The Messiah, reigns

… By the Might of the Ever Mighty, The Absolute.

So hold on tight O you, to the handhold that never breaks, see how Allah rescues you. Your crisis isn’t worse than the Apocalypse we no doubt know will happen, neither is one command of His of less might or perfection than the other, no matter how grand the one may appear,no matter how the other, simple.

So how do you despair?