Bismillah ir-Rahman ir-Raheem, in the Name of Allah, the Beneficient, the Most Merciful
Sunday, Ramadan 16, 1438 (June 11, 2017)
On Jummah, Ramadan 16, 1427 (Friday, August 27, 2010), our daughter, Tasneem Fatima Conn, returned to her Lord, while in the arms of her parents, and into the arms of the Most Beloved, the Messenger of God ﷺ. This I know with certainty now because it was shown to me at the beginning of her illness in a blessed dream. While Tasneem and I were sleeping in the hospital after the fajr prayer one morning, she very much still an infant less than a year-old resting on my chest, the Beloved Messenger ﷺ came into my dream and lifted her into his arms. I said only, “Whose arms are better for her to wake up in then the Messenger of God’s ﷺ?”
It was not until her last breath that the true meaning of this dream became apparent to me. I don’t know the interpretations of dreams and I did not know the meaning of this dream, except that witnessing the Beloved ﷺ always foretells good. From that moment on I held strongly to the notion that everything was going to be “okay”, without prejudicing what “okay” meant.
The promise of Allah ﷻ and His Messenger ﷺ is true, and whoever buries their child before that child reaches maturity, and then dies as a believer, they will enter Paradise with that child. The childless ones in Paradise are the ones who never suffered the loss of a child in their life on earth. On the Day of Recompense when the virtue of the parents who lost their children is shown everyone will wish they would have received that calamity in their lives.
These are no mere pleasantries or comforting thoughts. This is the reality and the promise from the Almighty ﷻ. We have witnessed Allah ﷻ and we have borne witness. He is Al-Latif, the Provider of Subtle Care, who softens every test — cushions every calamity. He, ﷻ, has special gifts that are only given through suffering and hardship. When He tries His slaves with difficulty, He brings them close, and when the trial has passed we long for those moments of nearness. How many miracles did we witness then? How many prayers were answered right before our eyes? They were countless.
If I don’t mention much about my daughter, wallahi (by Allah!), it’s not because I’m sad. I am not grief-stricken. It is because Allah ﷻ is my beloved and I wish only to be His, and He has never harmed me, nor wronged me, and has only showered me with underserved favors, and I would hate that anyone would ever think differently than that about my Beloved Allah ﷻ and His Beloved Messenger ﷺ. How many of His favors have I left unmentioned, that anyone should ever think that I am complaining of a trial? In truth, His ﷻ trials are favors — ‘Strange indeed are the affairs of the believer — nothing befalls him but good!’ (From the Beloved Messenger of Allah ﷻ).