Moments before falling asleep, Rania had revisitations of memories passed. The scene replayed in her mind that had taken place two years ago.
“You will regret this, Rania,” her mother admonished her as she stepped out to go for taraveeh next door.
“What did I do wrong?” Rania thought to herself. “I only told her that she should receive Mamoon’s call from Canada, herself. He is her brother. She should have let him know that she would talk to him later.”
Still unable to understand the logic of being an un-necessary ombudsman, she stepped out from her house only after Amma had entered the neighbour’s house.
The taraveeh started. After the Surah Fatiha, as the imam proceeded to recite a familiar verse, tears rolled down Rania’s cheek. The verses were related to parents, particularly mothers.
“Thy Lord hath decreed that ye worship none but Him, and that ye be kind to parents. Whether one or both of them attain old age in thy life, say not to them a word of contempt, nor repel them, but address them in terms of honor. And out of kindness, lower to them the wing of humility, and say: ‘My Lord! bestow on them Thy Mercy even as they cherished me in childhood’ “(Surah Isra’ :23-24).
Ashamed, “Ameen” escaped her lips at the dua. But then the nafs set in. The admonishment and the futile disagreement for which she was chastised, surfaced in her mind.
O Allah, you know what the situation is. You are the All- Seeing, All Encompassing. What did I do wrong? Why does she always make it hard for me?
Suddenly her mother’s face flashed before her eyes while still in salah. A feeling arose and encompassed Rania’s heart…
“La Taa’ Khaf…” (Don’t worry)
Maybe this is what is called “sakeenah”, Rania realized. Everything will be fine.
It’s not easy for your widowed mother. Everything will be fine.
Consoled, she heard the imam say “Allahu Akbar” and followed the jama’at into the ruku.
The tears had stopped flowing.