Go in Peace, Insha’Allah
Last night, I dreamt of a rustic village — a place where people of all kinds lived simply, sharing food and laughter beneath the open sky. I remember introducing them to a fruit tree, encouraging everyone to taste its sweetness. As I walked away, I felt glad seeing them eat — the joy of giving, of sharing something pure and nourishing.
Then I woke to the morning light, carrying the same quiet contentment. I stepped outside with my coffee and cigarette, as I often do, and the familiar moment arrived — a small, sacred ritual known only to me. Every time I sit in stillness, entertaining the zikr within, I notice a plane rising above the apartment rooftop, ascending from the airport nearby.
It has never failed. Night or day, there is always one taking off, climbing silently into the vastness. To others it is nothing — another departure among thousands — but to me it is a sign, a reminder that everything moves by His will. Each time I see it, I whisper in my heart, Subhanallah. And as the plane passes overhead, I offer silently, Go in peace, Insha’Allah.
In that instant, I feel my spirit lifting too — rising with the engines’ hum into the unseen skies, weightless, free, yet bound in remembrance. Perhaps the dream and this small waking ritual are the same lesson — that even in a world of noise and machinery, the heart can still find prayer; that in every ascent, there is a return; and that within every act of remembrance, something within us takes flight.
Wallahu A‘lam — only God knows best.
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