Everytime I go see a friend’s new baby, I have the usual wishes and prayers for them. That may they be a source of pride to his/her parents, that he lives a long happy, prosperous, successful, life, or that she is always safe and healthy. The duas are well-meaning, if a little generic.
Today as I sat at the funeral watching A’s mom try to bear the grief of losing her boy, I truly felt that the prayers I have been saying were not specific enough- that along with happiness and prosperity, we need something else, something that gives purpose to our time here- a kind of peace and strength in our hearts. Some kind of knowledge or affirmation that what we are doing is indeed important enough. So tonight, I pray for him who is gone, hoping that he has found his peace, and I pray for all the children of my people to find that peace and power in their lives because sitting there, it was heartbreakingly clear that you can have everything- loving parents, wondrous talent, many friends, an amazing future but still be incomplete because you haven’t found that peace. I hope Allah Mian pardons you and gives you what you couldn’t find here. Ameen.