A Message 4 You* [[--- Part 32 ---]]

 *A Message 4 You*

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بسم الله الرحمان الرجيم

Brother Ali recently narrated a frightening story:

"Last week , I came home very tired. My wife, Aisha, had worked hard too. The house was clean. Food was almost ready. She was filling a glass of water for me when her hand slipped. The glass fell. Cold water splashed all over my clothes.

A red, hot feeling exploded in my chest. It was Anger. It filled my ears with noise and my mind with fire. I saw only the wet clothes. I forgot the clean house. I forgot the cooked food. I forgot my wife’s tired smile.

“You are so careless!” i shouted.

Aisha’s smile vanished. Her own heart flashed with heat. “I made one mistake! You are always so angry!” she shouted back.

The Red Thread of Anger grew. It wrapped around our hearts. It pulled our mouths open. Ugly words, stored from old fights, came flying out. We forgot we were a team. We forgot we loved each other. For one hour, we were enemies in a small house.

Later, exhausted, we slept in cold silence.

That night, i had a dream. An angel took me to a beautiful garden. In it, i saw another Ali and another Aisha.

I watched the scene again: the glass fell, the water splashed. But this time, my namesake in the dream took a deep breath. He closed his eyes for a moment. He remembered the Prophet’s words:

“A man said to the Prophet, ‘Give me advice.’ The Prophet (pbuh) said, ‘Do not get angry.’ The man asked repeatedly and the Prophet answered each time, ‘Do not get angry.’” 📚Related by Bukhari & Muslim

My namesake (shown in the dream) looked at his wife’s shocked face. He forced his voice to be soft. “It’s okay. It’s just water. Are your hands okay?”

My wife namesake shown in the dream, her anger melted. Her heart filled with love and shame. “Oh, Ali, I’m so sorry! Your clothes… Let me help.” She rushed to get a towel. Her dua (prayer) at that moment was, “O Allah, reward my husband for his kindness.”

In my dream, the angel pointed. Where the angry words had flown in real life, I now saw shining, beautiful fruits growing in the air around the anger swallowed by my namesake in the dream.

The angel then, told me:

“These are the rewards." “For every moment of anger controlled, Allah (swt) plants a tree of mercy in Paradise. For every harsh word swallowed, Allah gives a palace of light. For choosing peace, you get Allah's Love. Look what you lost.”

The angel then showed me our real night—empty, cold, with only the ghosts of our shouts hanging in the air. The rewards were gone. The blessings for that evening were erased.

I woke up, crying. I woke Aisha and told her the dream. She cried too. We prayed together in the dark.

“The Shaitan rides on anger,” Aisha whispered. “He came between us and stole our treasure.”

From that day, we made a promise. When the red, hot feeling came, we would see it not as a reason to fight, but as a test. A test to harvest a reward so huge it could only be seen in the Hereafter."

Ali & Aisha learned:

Anger is a fire. If you let it burn, it burns your own blessings first. If you put it out with patience, Allah (swt) will rain upon you gifts no eye has seen, no heart has imagined.

*Our Message:*

When anger comes, see it! See it as a golden chance. Allah (swt) is watching. Allah is holding a reward so great, so precious, that HE is waiting to see if you will simply choose to swallow your anger to receive it.