Alhamdulillah.
Ramadan has finally come, and I am still breathing. There have been several casualties serving as constant reminders in my life recently, to the extent where I believed I wouldn’t make it to this Ramadan. So, Alhamdulillah Allah has blessed me with this opportunity.
Earlier today, when the shaytans were still walking the earth, I discovered something. My day began the previous night. Due to an incoming wisdom tooth, I was unable to slumber. Hence, I had to patiently wait till 10 am the next morning to go to the dentist.
This post is about my dentist. I feel like I am a fairly good judge of character. And 2 years ago when I walked into his dental clinic, his personality startled me. It should be noted that at that time I was at war with not only myself but everyone else that walked the planet. And never had I meet a complete stranger who was that genuinely kind.
2 years later, in other words, today, our second exchange. And he was still very adorable. Note he is probably in his 40s probably has a family and children. I don’t know, but somehow our conversation flowed naturally as if it was between two good friends. I’d reward him with ‘the best people skills’ reward in a heartbeat.
Somewhere during our conversation, Islam came up. And he forfeited what he learned the previous night about Ramadan from a channel. For a split second, okay I admit more, he knew more about my religion. Upon leaving my fault flooded me. The tiny fact that neither of us could remember magically appeared in my head. And that thought was followed by sheer sincerity. Immediately my heart was an aching void composed by sadness. Why hadn’t I invited him into Islam? How could that slip my mind? Idk idk..it hurts to see good people and contemplate that they might die as disbelievers for the promised punishment is severe.
As my day progressed, I learned more about this very individual. His father was Muslim and by ‘was’ I mean he is deceased. May Allah have mercy on his soul. I guess his mom wasn’t and shortly after his dad death, he and his family fell out of the small Islam they had in them.
Guidance is solely in Allah’s hands. And I pray that Allah guides the misguided to the straight path. I pray Allah doesn’t make us amongst صُمٌّ بُكْمٌ عُمْيٌ فَهُمْ لَا يَرْجِعُونَ (deaf, dumb, and blind: they will never return [to the right path].)
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Yusuf Lule was Ugandans 8th president. And his son, Ntwatwa Lule, the dentist is my inspiration of the day.
Words of a Ramadan Addict 