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Last Day of Ramadan- Hadeeth #5

One day Prophet Muhammad (PBUH) said to his companions: 
Would that I can see my brothers coming toward me to the pool and welcome them with bowls filled with sweet juices. Before entering the paradise, I wish I can offer them from my Pool of Kawsar.

Upon these words, the companions said:
O Messenger of God! Are we not your brothers?

He replied:
You are my companions. And my brothers are the believers who believe in me without seeing me. Surely, I ask of my Lord to illuminate my eyes with you and the believers who believe without seeing me.

It is the last day of Ramadan, the final day of this long month that we've all been working so hard in. Whether it be learning to have patience, trying to finish reading the Qur'an, learning and understanding it, or getting rid of bad habits, it has been a month of progress and effort for a lot of us. 
Here's the thing about Ramadan though: everything that we've done is only between us and Allah (SWT). No one else knows what we did this month except for us and Him. So here's the question we all need to ask ourselves on this final day: Did we do the most that we could? Did we use our time this month wisely? Would the Prophet (PBUH) want to have met us after everything we've done?

Going back to the hadeeth above, it truly gives me goosebumps to think that the Prophet loved us this much without even knowing us. And the only thing he wanted in return was our true belief in him and to love him back. And yet, some of us can't even give him that.

So this final day of Ramadan, think back to what you did and what you still can do. Would the Prophet consider us one of his brothers/sisters? Would he love us after everything we've done? And also, will he still love us after Ramadan is over?

That all depends on if we keep up with everything we've learned this whole month even after it's done.

Goodbye, Ramadan. Let's pray that we can make it to the next one in sha Allah. 

Let's dream about it. 

-Wishful Dreamer

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