Reflections on Mercy and Resilience

In the name of Allah, the Most Gracious, the Most Merciful.

Father Gasim.

How does a language I don't know at all

affect me this much?

Allah is the Most Merciful of the merciful.

This is how He touches the hearts of those He loves with the Quran.

But how do you know that I am merciful?

If you weren't merciful,

would you have taken that action for children in Gaza you never even knew?

When you told me an aneurysm had formed in your brain after that action,

the meaning of a verse actually came to my mind, but

I didn't tell you back then. In that verse, Allah, may He be

glorified and exalted, says, "What you deem bad may be good for you,

and what you deem good may be bad for you.

Allah knows, but you do not know."

And do not be sad about your illness,

my dear.

I'm not sad.

It always reminds me of Gaza. I carry Gaza in my brain

like a bullet, Meryem. Of Palestinian

mothers who lost

their children

I was always deeply moved by how they gave thanks to God.

How can they be so resilient, Meryem?

What's the secret to this?

I think I understand now.