mist to mountains

Yā Rasūl Allāh ﷺ,

How vast your rank, how luminous your way. These days I sit counting my sins — the hours I squander, the smallness of my concerns, the little good I manage to offer — and then I look toward your legacy. What did you not give to mankind? You carried revelation, endured exile, buried children, forgave enemies, wept for your ummah in the night. And what have we carried except ourselves?

The Lord of the Worlds chose you above all of us. I lower my head in shame at the thought that I share your humanity — yet how far apart we are in station. There is no comparison. I come with nothing before my Lord but repentance, and even that trembling return is only by His permission, and known through your sunnah. Any claim we make to “impact” or “legacy” is a wisp of mist beside the oceans you left behind.

And still — you love this ummah. Still you are described as ra’ūf and raḥīm toward the believers. You feared for our ending. You worried for our standing before Allah more than we worry for ourselves. Our hearts, with all their noise and volatility, are pebbles beside your mountain of mercy. How beautiful, the man who the Lord of the Worlds chose to guide us all!

Yā Rasūl Allāh ﷺ, may Allah send peace and blessings upon you — in numbers known only to Him, equal to the weight of His Throne and to the measure that pleases Him — and may He allow us, despite our shortcomings, to follow your path.

At-Tawbah - Verse 128

لَقَدْ جَاءَكُمْ رَسُولٌ مِّنْ أَنفُسِكُمْ عَزِيزٌ عَلَيْهِ مَا عَنِتُّمْ حَرِيصٌ عَلَيْكُم بِالْمُؤْمِنِينَ رَءُوفٌ رَّحِيمٌ

There certainly has come to you a messenger from among yourselves. He is concerned by your suffering, anxious for your well-being, and gracious and merciful to the believers.