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How would you define love as a feeling or act. What does being in love feels like?
More precisely what does the word “مُحبت” means to you?

How would you define love as a feeling or act. What does being in love feels like?
More precisely what does the word “مُحبت” means to you?

*Part 1*

I’ve been thinking about Tawakkul lately.

One thing I’ve noticed is that whenever someone is exhausted from making the same du’a for years, they usually hear one of two responses.

1. “If it isn’t happening, there must be khayr in it.”
2. “Just have tawakkul. Everything is in Allah’s hands.”

Neither response is wrong. But when you’re the one who’s been waiting for years, they can feel incomplete.
Because sometimes the question isn’t *whether Allah is in control*. We already know He is.

The question is:
How do you actually practice tawakkul when nothing seems to be changing?

That got me thinking about something that happens every single year on this planet.
“Migration”

Millions of birds, fish, turtles, and animals migrate thousands of kilometres for food, safety, and survival.
Take the Arctic tern. It travels tens of thousands of kilometres and somehow returns to the same nesting grounds.
How?
Allah created birds with remarkable abilities: they can sense Earth’s magnetic field, they use specialized proteins in their eyes to aid navigation, and their nervous system helps them orient and fly incredible distances.

Yet even with all of that;
They still have to leave the nest.

That reminded me of the hadith where the Prophet (pbuh) said:
“If you were to rely upon Allah with the reliance He is due, He would provide for you as He provides for the birds: they leave in the morning with empty stomachs and return in the evening with full stomachs.”

Notice something beautiful.
The Prophet (pbuh) didn’t say the birds stay in their nests waiting for food.
They fly.
They don’t know where every worm is.
They don’t know every gust of wind they’ll face.
They don’t know exactly how the day will unfold.
But they trust the One who does.

Maybe that’s what tawakkul really looks like.
Not demanding to see the entire road before taking the first step.
Just taking the step Allah has already placed in front of you.
Maybe our own “migration” looks different.

-The one waiting to get married wants to migrate from single life to married life.
-The couple praying for children wants to migrate from husband and wife to parents.
-The person applying for jobs wants to migrate into a new chapter.
-The one waiting for a visa wants to migrate to another country.

In one way or another, we’re all waiting for some form of migration.
Perhaps this season of waiting isn’t proof that Allah has abandoned us.
Perhaps it’s the season where He’s preparing us before the journey begins, just as He prepares migrating creatures before they leave.
Tawakkul doesn’t always mean you’ll immediately receive what you’re asking for.

Sometimes it means trusting Allah enough to keep flying, even when you can’t yet see where the journey ends.

*This isn’t the end, there’s more to it, that I’m still writing, will post it after you guys have read this, will post it as part2, and thank you! if you’ve come this far.*

Part 1

I’ve been thinking about tawakkul lately.

One thing I’ve noticed is that whenever someone is exhausted from making the same du’a for years, they usually hear one of two responses.

1. “If it isn’t happening, there must be khayr in it.”
2. “Just have tawakkul. Everything is in Allah’s hands.”

Neither response is wrong. But when you’re the one who’s been waiting for years, they can feel incomplete.
Because sometimes the question isn’t whether Allah is in control. We already know He is.

The question is:
How do you actually practice tawakkul when nothing seems to be changing?

That got me thinking about something that happens every single year on this planet.
“Migration”

Millions of birds, fish, turtles, and animals migrate thousands of kilometres for food, safety, and survival.
Take the Arctic tern. It travels tens of thousands of kilometres and somehow returns to the same nesting grounds.
How?
Allah created birds with remarkable abilities: they can sense Earth’s magnetic field, they use specialized proteins in their eyes to aid navigation, and their nervous system helps them orient and fly incredible distances.

Yet even with all of that;
They still have to leave the nest.

That reminded me of the hadith where the Prophet (pbuh) said:
“If you were to rely upon Allah with the reliance He is due, He would provide for you as He provides for the birds: they leave in the morning with empty stomachs and return in the evening with full stomachs.”

Notice something beautiful.
The Prophet (pbuh) didn’t say the birds stay in their nests waiting for food.
They fly.
They don’t know where every worm is.
They don’t know every gust of wind they’ll face.
They don’t know exactly how the day will unfold.
But they trust the One who does.

Maybe that’s what tawakkul really looks like.
Not demanding to see the entire road before taking the first step.
Just taking the step Allah has already placed in front of you.
Maybe our own “migration” looks different.

-The one waiting to get married wants to migrate from single life to married life.
-The couple praying for children wants to migrate from husband and wife to parents.
-The person applying for jobs wants to migrate into a new chapter.
-The one waiting for a visa wants to migrate to another country.

In one way or another, we’re all waiting for some form of migration.
Perhaps this season of waiting isn’t proof that Allah has abandoned us.
Perhaps it’s the season where He’s preparing us before the journey begins, just as He prepares migrating creatures before they leave.
Tawakkul doesn’t always mean you’ll immediately receive what you’re asking for.

Sometimes it means trusting Allah enough to keep flying, even when you can’t yet see where the journey ends.

*This isn’t the end, there’s more to it, that I’m still writing, will post it after you guys have read this, will post it as part2, and thank you! if you’ve come this far.*