It happened to me today of all days. I had to pay a bill. I searched for my credit card, and ATM card. The last I had used it was to buy a birthday gift. Then I had gone to Sam’s Club with my son to buy some essentials I needed. I searched in all my bags, and purses, beginning with the one I had used that day.
I asked myself, “did I put it back in my bag?” The recollection was hazy.
The cold room which doesn’t get heated properly became as hot as an afternoon sun over Houston. My face started perspiring– my hands got clammy, and my heart started pounding.
I took the dopatta off my head to cool it a bit — all the better to search in earnestly for those absconding cards.
Suddenly I remembered what I had to say, when one is searching for something missing.
Surah Baqarah, verse 156
To Allah we belong, and to Him we return.
I looked through my black shoulder bag again ( I had already searched thrice through it). In a corner were lying what I was searching for.
I was Happy!
Thank you Allah. You are Great.