To Begin: A Letter to my Son

To the one I love the most on this earth,

Well. To clarify. If I had said in this earth, I would have had to say Rasool Allah (may peace be upon him).

Now. Where were we?

When I first started writing Tethered, you only existed in the tears of your mothers. Yours and your naani’s. In whispered prayers and in the darkest parts of the night.

But now you are here, and you just turned four by the grace of God. I do not know if you’ll read this post, but maybe someone else will, and they will convey my words to you.

Meri jaan, have you found what it is you are good at? If not, then know it took your mother more than three decades to have an inkling.

I pray that you find out sooner rather than later. And even then, remember, la hawla wa la quwwata illa billah.

Use your talents for good.

The situation we find ourselves in is of our own making. For years we stayed in our communities, and we did not spread the Salaam or feed the people like our messenger told us to do.

Go out, my dear. Help others. Be your name.

I wrote this book in the hopes of strengthening hearts. What will you do? Whatever it is, may it be the key to every door of Jannah. For you. For your fathers. For your mothers.

With duas for you until the day I die,

Your mother.