My earliest gaussian-clear memory of asking my mother about powers of the Higher Power as it may be, was after I saw this TV series called “Out of this World”. It was about a girl whose father was an alien and she had the power to stop time. To the me of that time it was the coolest most amazing gift ever and I asked for it with most heart I could. I vaguely recall making my index fingers meet horizontally a couple of times (her mode of stopping time) after that to see if my “prayer” had been answered.
“Did you know whatever you want comes from Allah Mian?” asked my mother once, when I think we sisters wanted something and we had been told no. If memory serves correctly it was a Wendy house, elaborately made of wood at the time we lived in Qatar. We used to drive past that big toy shop and see it all beckoning and lovely in the window. “So we should ask Him and not you?” I clarified, a tad confused. “Will he tell you to get it?” I needed to know the logistics.
Fast forward to more years later when I asked my mother if God gave us whatever we wanted if we asked for it hard and true, even if it seemed impossible. I suspect, though I am not too clear on the details now, that some kind of heart matter was involved at the time. “Well, she said, weighing the response and trying not to smile, “if He thinks that’s the best you should have then yes He will eventually give it to you”. It was a committed non committal answer that made my conversations with God become more personal and what I think was a pivotal point in how I evolved in my connection with Him.
My system of belief has always been an almost childlike one- simple and straightforward. Maybe that is how I was initially introduced to religion and spirituality but the lesson has stuck. I shy away from the complications and aggressive status updates that are abundant and toxic now and I am interested more in feeding that part of me that applies the faith factor to living life as best as we can.
September 12, 2010. The day after Zo died. Ruby, my wonderful, loud, warm, and somewhat exasperating doctor, came in to see me. She was exuberantly dressed in a bright saree, with big earrings dangling from her ears and cheerful red lipstick. It was the day after Eid and the flurry of celebrations for us by then had turned into a flurry of arrangements for Zo’s janaza. I was sitting in my room, waiting to be called to go to see Lily in the NICU for out few hourly visit. “You asked for perfect healthy babies, Sara” she told me, “and He always grants your duas no matter what. The only thing we can’t imagine is how He will do it so that it is the best way possible for us, and for that we must trust Him.” I don’t think I understood the full import of the words back then but they have come to revisit me many a times since then. It was probably the best and most comforting thing I had heard in those few days . It was true, I have it in my journal also from the night before I had them. The prayer for them to be perfect. To not suffer. I actually did not say I needed them both with me. Not in so that many words.
(Zo, from the day she was born.)
So after all this, what do I ask for? I still ask for it all of course; all that He wants to give me. And then I pray for the strength to be able to deal with it all because, us human beings, us tiny specks of dusts in the vastness of life, we have no idea of how much we can get if only we knew how to ask it right. One of the hardest things to practice has been to try to curtail what I think I want for myself, with the knowledge that what He may have in store will be better than my wildest imaginations. To leave it upto Him is both easy and really difficult, so I always put in a side note now, of what I would like it to be, and could He please possibly make THAT the best thing for me. After all, we control freaks are hard to subdue.
12 thoughts on “What do you ask for?”
I so needed to read this. Thank you so much for writing this Sarah. Having recently gone through a miscarriage, for the first time in days I have felt something reach me.
Again, thank you so much.
😦 hope you are feeling better. it does get better with time and conversation waisay, and slowly you are almost normal. If not normal. Hang in there.
I always wonder are we supposed to word our prayers exactly how we want things to be for us.. He knows what is best, therefore he will give us for is best for us. But then again how you also mention it here, if we had asked differently does it make a difference to what we finally get.
I have realized life is not always fair, and good things do not necessarily happen to good people. In the end I just pray to have the strength and patience to be able to deal with what comes my way, I’m really not sure what to ask for anymore.
And thank you for posting the photo, can’t imagine how hard this decision must have been for you, but it means a lot that you shared with your readers.
btw, just noticed the ticker on the right.. 3 more days! Wow, time flies. All the best to you and Lily 🙂
I think you have to find what works for you really and makes sense at the same time. 🙂 Thanks for the wishes and seriously, time really does fly!
Sara your words give me so much inspiration that I can’t describe it in words. Just read your last 2 or 3 entries as well. I love how all of those heartbreaking emotions encompass so much spirituality as well. Life is tough but it’s so temporary. That’s one thing which gives me the strength to live through it.
I just realized you are right – the last few entries have been a funny sort of mood 🙂 I think processing happening.
Also, on a separate note isn’t Lily too young to go to school already? Why do we want our kids to grow up so soon? 😦
Hope you and your family is doing well 🙂
I have had this conversation with myself plenty of times. Shes 2 in a couple of weeks so by “normal” standards, yes. They seem so small but I think it does them good.
to start school*
Thank you for this beautiful blogpost. I think I needed this reassurance today! God bless you!
You made me burst into tears. I asked for something in my prayers a few days ago, didn’t get it, and for a moment I thought I had somehow made my dua foolproof you know. But that’s not how it works. Your post was beautiful. I love my mum very much but we have more words that make the other suffer and less of those that comfort. I love your eloquent way of expressing things. You are a soft kind whisper in the back of my head. Not a voice in my head though, because you don’t post frequently enough for that, 🙂 I think you’re an amazing person. Your posts never fails to restart some part of my machinary. Thank you for sharing your braver experiences. God bless you.
Its easier to somehow hurt when hurting than fix- isnt it? Glad reading this was able to help. I think when we write we are more honest and clearer about who we are- if only to ourselves. Hope you are feeling better.