So many years ago this journey began, and all along the way breadcrumbs were left for me, like so much foreshadowing. How deeply overcome I was tonight, sitting quietly in a dark room, whereupon I chanced on an old album by the gospel sextet, Take 6, and like Proust’s madeleine, I was transported back to when I was just a young man, more a boy in reality, and how this album, amongst all my others, would comfort me so and bring me only what I could now articulate as yaqin and sakinah: certainty and tranquility. How moved I am by my Lord’s plan: how His mercy has always been present; how He has always had a plan. I have no words to properly convey the emotional feeling I just had but I felt compared to share it, for my cheek is still wet (I sobbed like a newborn!). And this lyric still fresh in my mind, more than twenty five years ago:
Whether a garden small,
Or on a mountain tall.
I am reminded here of Allah’s words in the 45th chapter, al-Jathiyah:
فَأَمَّا الَّذِينَ آمَنُوا وَعَمِلُوا الصَّالِحَاتِ فَيُدْخِلُهُمْ رَبُّهُمْ فِي رَحْمَتِهِ ۚ ذَٰلِكَ هُوَ الْفَوْزُ الْمُبِينُ
“As for those who were secure in faith and did right actions, their Lord will admit them into His mercy. That is the Clear Victory.” (Qur’an, 45: 30)
This journey, this thing called Islam, is simply amazing. My only lament is not being able to articulate it with justice. Despite that shortcoming, I invite any and all seekers to truth to join me on this sojourn.