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Close to nine years ago, when I needed assistance along this path, He sent me my companion and garment, my soul-mate and friend, my ally and confident.

Four and a half years ago, when I sought guidance and truth, He sent me a teacher and advisor, learned and perceptive, positive and wise.

Two weeks ago, just as the prolonged absence of my beloved was taking its toll, He sent me a guest and comrade, an example and mentor, a brother in faith.

Half an hour ago, just after I had fallen headlong into sin, He sent me Mrs Hasan’s lesson of the day, each pearl of wisdom addressing the exact need of that exact instant, responding to my failings like a parent to a child.

Throughout my life, despite myself, I witness my Lord continually showering His bounties on me, steering me away from the harm I would heap upon myself—protecting me from me.

Wherever I turn He is there. I wonder why the lower self fights Him, for His signs are perfectly clear. He does not want me to fail. But I fail myself.