It is so.....interesting (i don't even have a suitable word for it) that it has been two days that Musa has been asking me to read the same story. The story of the Prophet Ibrahim. And tonight, he asked me to read about the subsequent story, about Prophet Ibrahim and Ismail.
The first thought that crossed my mind,
"How could she (Hajar) trust in Allah so great? To be left in a barren valley literally in the middle of nowhere!"
Running in desperate distress, yet, was her heart full of trust? Did her trust in Allah never waiver?
And Ibrahim... Oh what a heart.
To be steadfast with such a hard decision, from leaving your loved ones and then to be instructed to slaughter (sacrifice) your own son...what kind of heart had he, to be so obedient? And what kind of mother was hajar, to have moulded Ismail to become such a man -a prophet-worthy of praise!
What kind of mother were you, hajar?
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