Thank you for making me a muslim.
Today, I woke up after feeling sick and tired, and falling ill, I woke up with no messages, no one to say hello, and this is the part where in a typical movie where the next line to say is ‘my existence doesn’t matter to anyone’ but no, I woke up feeling grateful that I am a muslim.
Because, even though I woke up with the silence, He was always there for me, He was there when my days were good and He is there when my days have gone into so many shades of bad.
But bottom line, He was always there, through good and bad, when I needed a friend he brought me those who even lived so far away and got me colleagues I barely talk to that made sure I was smiling.
He blessed me all the time, through out the good and bad.
He was always there and I know, thats all I need to keep me happy.
Because He will send me the people I need the moment I need them, He will bless me with the oppurtinities I need whenever I need to take them, and He will never ever put me in a situation unless He knows its best for me.
Truly, Allah is the only prefect one.