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My Precious One, Will My Lord Not Decree?
Today I read a remarkable line: “My Lord hears you even if your lips do not move.” You say In shā’ Allāh, so tell me, my precious one, why would my Lord not decree it in your life?
Why are you so bitter? Life is still ahead, and you are only a servant who can see today. Why then do you allow yourself to break under every test of life, like a fragile branch bending in the wind?
If you have a dream, hand it over to its true Owner — to my Lord. Why do you worry? Don’t say it won’t happen. Don’t ask when. Even if no one can understand the storm inside you, He understands.
You will see — your dreams will appear unexpectedly, like violets that bloom after winter has quietly ended.
The change in your life is not only in my Lord’s hands; it is in yours as well. Do not say nothing happens without effort.
Did you fall? Did you lose? That is not the end. If the finish line is not where you wished it to be, it only means that the story still has a continuation.
When you intend good, my Lord writes it into your life — He decrees it.
Wait. In this world, the bitterest medicine is patience. A dream is a flower that opens when you least expect it.
Do not sink your heart into the sea of sorrow. You are not the owner of this fleeting life; you are only someone living within it.
My precious one, I may not know you, but how could the One who knows you better than you know yourself not know you? How could He not see your tears, not hear your whispered prayers?
Think about it.
For every problem, there is a solution. For every pain, there is a cure.
Even if you feel unheard, even if the world seems silent, your prayers reach Him. Even the smallest intention, the tiniest hope, is seen and cherished.
Do not let your heart despair. Life is full of trials, but also full of mercy. Your worth, your struggles, your dreams — they are all known to the One who created you.
So trust. Be patient. Keep moving forward. Do not let temporary hardships make you forget your purpose, your strength, and your hope.
Xasanova Aziza Kumushbek qizi student of Tashkent economics and pedagogy university
