ولا تحسبن الله غافلا عما يعمل الظالمون إنما يؤخرهم ليوم تشخص فيه الأبصار

[Do not think Allah is unaware of what the unjust do; He only respites them to a day when the eyes will fixedly stare in terror.]

There isn’t a day that passes when I don’t feel this wrenching pain deep inside my soul, every time I pick up my phone and scroll through my feed. There’s so much injustice, so much inhumanity, so much indescribable ugliness that fills every spot of this world. It kills me to realize that my heart can’t take it while I’m only witnessing it through videos, pictures and words. It kills me that this is someone’s every day reality, and that when it gets too much, they can’t just choose to put down their phone. But when I do, I think about how our ummah keeps going through one trauma after the other, on so many sides of the world, and there’s a little part of me that feels grateful it’s all happening to people of faith. People who’ll only rise up strongly after every attempt to bring them down. People who wholeheartedly believe in God, His justice, and His never-ending mercy. I keep thinking there’s so much about this world we wouldn’t have survived had it not been for the fact that we know He exists. That He’s watching. That He knows it all, and that He’ll never allow those murders to get away with their actions without witnessing a day when they’ll be held accountable for it all, when they’ll feel sorry they did it all, and when they’ll only wish they could go back to fix it, yet it’d be too late. I feel grateful that I get to come across such a consoling verse in the middle of all the heartbreak, and can only really pray I could stay on the right side of the truth, until we make it to a better place. A place where we no longer get to feel the pain of those everlasting wounds. I can only pray we make it to Jannah, so we’d reunite with all those who’ve lost their lives, all their loved ones too, and give everyone the warmest group hug that would ease all this pain. One day.