Recently, I met an older auntie from the Houston Muslim community. I’ve known about her for awhile and have been looking forward to meeting her. Decades ago, she lost her first husband and child due to a tragic accident. “It was instant”, she told me. “It happened, it was over and I was fine. But I really don’t know how that was even possible.”
I can’t imagine what it must feel like to receive a call and being told that your spouse and child had just passed away.
But still, I smiled at her, knowing all too well the confusion that came along with the feeling of being “fine”.
And so I shared my story with her, briefly. And at the end of it, she winced and asked me : “So you had to watch him slowly die and now you’re a single mom.” As if she couldn’t imagine having to go through that ordeal.
At the end of that conversation, I think we were both overcome with emotions. I just hugged her and told her that jannah awaits.
We always think that the grass is greener on the other side, but sometimes, the rocks are rougher too. We all have our struggles and our triumphs. But if they don’t humble us and make us grateful, then what will?