When I became a Muslim eleven years ago, my family fell apart. My father stopped talking to me. Mum didn’t want to have anything to do with me and basically told me where to go and my brother and I were never close. When I was pregnant with R, I was over the moon – my first child. And I thought that my family would get over the fact that I was now a Muslim. My mother and father did come and see their first grandchild after many years of not being in touch with me. Since then, it has been very up and down with my mother. Some times we have been fine, and other times months and years have gone by without talking. My father still doesn’t want to have anything to do with me even though I have tried. And my brother also was the same – that was until last Wednesday!
After many years my little brother who is not so little – he’s actually 6 foot 2 and now 24 years old! (I still see him as a 13 year old) came to visit us after years of being apart. It was such a lovely day mashaAllah and I can’t tell you the difference it has made in how I just generally feel. I have some wonderful sisters who have become like family to me, but there really is something about the ties of kinship.
SubhanAllah, it really was great to be in touch again and for the kids to begin to know their uncle. He took R ice-skating on Saturday and she had a fantastic time. It was her first time and mashaAllah she skated in the middle of the ice rink all on her own.
Why am I telling you all of this? Because seriously, the power of dua is truly AMAZING. I made so much dua about my family – for them to become Muslim and to accept me in their lives again. My Mum and I are now on good terms after many ups and downs and now my brother is in my life again. My Dad still doesn’t want to have anything to do with me, but I have hope inshaAllah. I’ve realise we should never underestimate the power of dua – it truly is the weapon of the believer.