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Imagine...
If he was here, our Beloved (sallallahu alayhi wasallam), how would things be?
Imagine living every second of every day of your life in the presence of Rasulullah, never feeling too far or distant from his blessed face. Imagine sitting in his presence, with his soft hands gently lifted to make dua to Allah for you. His blessed lips moving with words of remembrance of Allah, asking...rather begging Ar-Rahman to forgive you and to guide you. Ya Allah, bless (your name) and give (him/her) al-Jannatul Firdaws al-Aa'la.
Imagine coming home from that busy, busy day when the world seemed impossible to a peaceful serene gathering of the Sahabah and Rasulullah, sitting together in your very living room, reciting Quran and making dhikr.
Imagine praying Salatul Fajr in your backyard, under the coolness of the night, the wetness of the soft dewy grass pressed against your forehead as you prostrate in Sajdah. The sweetest voice you couldn't have ever imagined reciting your favorite Surah as the Messenger of Allah leads the Salah. Imagine eating a warm Suhur, reclining beside Rasulullah on a floormat, trying to capture in your mind an image of his face, struggling to remember his every gesture and evey movement.
Imagine a day with the Messenger of Allah. SubhanAllah.
Imagine living every second of every day of your life in the presence of Rasulullah, never feeling too far or distant from his blessed face. Imagine sitting in his presence, with his soft hands gently lifted to make dua to Allah for you. His blessed lips moving with words of remembrance of Allah, asking...rather begging Ar-Rahman to forgive you and to guide you. Ya Allah, bless (your name) and give (him/her) al-Jannatul Firdaws al-Aa'la.
Imagine coming home from that busy, busy day when the world seemed impossible to a peaceful serene gathering of the Sahabah and Rasulullah, sitting together in your very living room, reciting Quran and making dhikr.
Imagine praying Salatul Fajr in your backyard, under the coolness of the night, the wetness of the soft dewy grass pressed against your forehead as you prostrate in Sajdah. The sweetest voice you couldn't have ever imagined reciting your favorite Surah as the Messenger of Allah leads the Salah. Imagine eating a warm Suhur, reclining beside Rasulullah on a floormat, trying to capture in your mind an image of his face, struggling to remember his every gesture and evey movement.
Imagine a day with the Messenger of Allah. SubhanAllah.
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