Every now and then, I am jerked back to reality.
Recalling all that really happened, I suddenly interrogate myself:
“Why do you pray for those who would have caused you such harm?”
But then I remember that saying attributed to Ali ibn Abi Talib:
“Hate no one, no matter how much they’ve wronged you.”
Long ago, a friend laughed when he discovered the high opinion I held of one of them.
In the next breath, he told me things I wish I had never heard, which should have changed me for life.
But this is just me. There are many like this, remembered in my prayers, though once a bitter foe.
Whenever I think of them, I ask for them every good thing they desire, and that God rectify for them all of their affairs.
A kind of madness, some would say. But me? No, that’s just the faith I hold dear. Perhaps others will do the same for me.
Last modified: 12 May 2024
