I wrote this back in July 2007, after coming back from Umrah, walhumdulillaah.
I had only shared this with a few close friends, but now I have decided to bring it out.
Without further ado, here is my first and a very poor attempt in writing a story. Anything good that will come is from Allaah subhanahu wa taala, and any mistakes are due to my shortcomings.
He was tired of walking. And why shouldn’t he be? After all, he was walking for several years. This was just another night of his very long journey. A night that was colder than all the other nights of his voyage. Colder, darker and… the most frightening. He had never felt so lonely in any of the nights before. A strange man he was… after resting during the day, he would foresake his comfort and sleep of night to resume his journey. No one knew where he came from. They would see him laughing and helping others during the day… but as the day would start to get darker, they would see him getting worried about his journey for the night. “I have never seen someone as crazy as you!”, remarked one of the many strangers he came across during his journey. And all this ‘crazy’ man had for him was a blank stare that carried much hope and fear.
No one knew what it was that he searched for. Was he looking for wealth? Was he looking for a long-lost friend? No one could understand his desire as they couldn’t dare to ask him. But everyone knew in their hearts, behind his silence, that whatever he sought for must be of no ordinary value. And they would pray for him to get whatever he longed for.
This night warrior, as others called him, did not know what others thought about him. For all he cared for was to reach his destination. A place where he knew he would get everything he asked for… as long as he does not lose any of the treasures he had found thus far. He checked his bag every night and made sure he had not lost anything. It had happened quite a lot of times. He would get involved with other things and forget completely about his bag. And upon checking the bag, he’d notice a couple things that are no longer there… and it always happened when he had started to make his journey.
Every night, he would remind himself about the one he is going to meet. He had heard magnificent things about him… things that only increased his desire to come closer to him! He had met only a few people along this journey. Those who helped him to show the path when once he was confused where to go. They told him, ‘do not let anything stop you from meeting Him. We have been on this journey longer than you and we have overcome great obstacles that slowed us down on our path. Don’t let that happen to you. Remember that once you meet him, your feet would not want to leave his doorstep. Prepare for this journey… because without the right amount of provisions, you wouldn’t be able to make it very far...’
Strangers that he met would only increase his curiosity. He always questioned himself: would He allow a man, so poor and needy like me to His Palace? Would he even open the door if I knocked at it?
He had heard that the door of His palace stretched out like a giant whose head could not be seen and a door that shone like a bright sun even in the middle of the night. Golden rays that would make one blind even from far away.