بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم



If there is anything that puts the greatest and most debilitating strain on our relationship with Allah Ta’ala it is disobedience to him which translates into sin. Whilst we all are prone to sin time and time again we cannot lose hope for it is only this hope that has the power of driving us to work harder to shun sin. Allah Ta’ala loves each and every one of us regardless of how we falter all the time as long as we are remorseful after every sin. This is what differentiates us from the conscious sinner and that one whose sins do not even cause him or her to bat an eyelid.

There was once a little girl who from her bedroom window enviously eyed the children playing in the snow. How she longed to play with them! She so much wanted to go out and play with them but she remembered her father telling her that morning. “You can’t play in the snow today.”

“Why not, Father?” she had asked. Every day, the neighbourhood children gathered at a park just behind the little girl’s house.

“Just trust me, dear. It’s not what’s best for you today,” her father had replied.

At the time, the little girl had responded by kissing her father on his cheek and assuring him that she would stay inside and read. But now she was having second thoughts.

It is beautiful outside, she thought to herself. It was true: the sun wasshining brilliantly. Why wouldn’t her father let her go play?

Why should she have to miss out on all the fun? She wondered to herself.
 When a snowball exploded just outside her window, the little girl couldn’t resist the temptation any longer. She simply had to go join her friends outside!
Leaving her book on the table, she quietly slipped out. She tried to tell herself she was having a good time, but all the while her heart felt uncomfortable. She kept looking this way and that, fearful least her father see her.
After a few hours of fun in the snow, she finally said her goodbyes and headed back towards the house. She wanted to be safely lodged in her room before her father came home.

Intent on getting to her room as quickly as possible, she didn’t see the mitten someone had left on the stairs until her foot slipped on it. The next thing she knew, she had fallen several stairs. To her horror, she noticed that she had hit her father’s favourite picture when she fell! A huge gash ran along the front of the picture.

Normally, she would have hurried immediately to her father after such a fall so he could doctor her up and make her feel better. But not this time. How could she face her father right now? She had disobeyed him and ruined his favourite picture! Biting her lips to keep from crying out, she grabbed the ruined picture and hobbled to her room.

For the remainder of the day, she lay in agony. Her body ached from the bruises she received on her fall. But her heart—ah, that ached worse of all! She felt certain that her father would no longer love her. She had messed up in the past, but surely this time she had gone too far! He would probably never want to speak to her again. How could he still love her?

She sobbed uncontrollably on her pillow. She had always been close to her father. They had played and studied together. They had laughed and cried together. But not now. No, she felt certain that all those wonderful times were over.

Who knows how long she would have lain thus had her nanny not come in to check on her. Her nanny had a way about her of finding out exactly what was wrong and offering solid, wise counsel. Tonight was no exception.

Dear,” she said firmly, but gently. “You’ve been very wrong. But you must not continue in your wrongness by sitting here. You must go to your father with the broken picture in your hand and tell him everything.”

“Oh, but I can’t! I’m not worthy of His love!” sobbed the little girl.

Her nanny sighed patiently. “You were no more worthy of it yesterday than today, child. Your father loves you because you’re his daughter, not because of anything you do or don’t do. Hasn’t he told you everyday since you were a little girl, ‘I love you’? Do you doubt his word? Do you really think his love is dependent on you?”

Doubt his word—that was an angle the little girl had never thought of before. Maybe she should go see her father…yes, she must go see him, for if she didn’t, she’d never be able to rest.

So, still shaking and trembling with fear, she limped down the hall to the living room. She paused at the doorway. Her father was sitting in his favourite chair, just like he did every night. He looked up when she entered, and a smile radiating with love illuminated his face.

“Ah, you’ve come at last! I’ve been waiting. Come, sit here on my lap.” As he spoke, he opened his arms widely.
The little girl couldn’t stand it. “Oh, you don’t understand, Father! You can’t love me anymore. I’ve been terribly wicked and-” she held up the picture frame for her father to see.

“I know all that has happened—more than you think. I watched you go outside. I watched you fall and hit the picture frame. I saw it all.”

“You did?” The little girl was flabbergasted. “But-but weren’t you at work?”

Her father shook his head. “I took the day off to spend some special time with you. That’s why I told you not to go outside to play. Ever since I saw you fall, I’ve been longing for you to come to me so I could bandage your wounds and help you. Won’t you come now?”

The little girl could hardly believe her ears. Her father had planned to spend the afternoon with her…and she had missed it. Oh, what foolishness! Yet her father knew it all…and loved her anyway. Could it be? “But, Father, how can you love me now?”

Her father smiled a smile she would never forget. “Dear, I loved you before you were born. You’re my daughter. And I will always love you. Although sometimes your actions will result in consequences you could have avoided, nothing can ever separate you from my love. Now won’t you come and let me help you with those bruises?”

Our relationship with Allah Ta’ala is very much alike. Sometimes, taken away by the temptations of the world, we get sucked into sin and forget about how displeasing it is to Him. He sees and knows everything but still waits patiently for us to return to Him so that he can once again embrace us with His love and mercy. As long as we keep on turning to Him in remorse, regardless of how disobedient we have been, he will always be waiting for us with open arms.


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