I am black myself, yet my trust is in Allah
"I am black myself."
- This statement may seem ridiculous to many. For some, it is a sign of self-pity, for others, a sign of low self-confidence. But for me, it is a true feeling—which I have heard many times, felt many times. From childhood to adulthood, the language and eyes of society have been pointed at me many times. "You can't do anything," "You are not as smart as others," "You will only fall behind"—these words have become my shadow.
- But you know, this word "black" is not just a skin color, it is a sign of neglect, a name given by a society, when no one wants to see someone's potential. I never wanted to shine like a diamond, I just wanted to prove myself—not just in front of my family, but in front of my Lord.
- To Allah, I am not black, I am beloved.
- Since I understood this, I have learned to see life differently. I have never been able to see myself the way people see me. I tried to illuminate my heart—so that I would not be blind to Allah, so that there would be the light of Tawhid in my heart.
- People will say, “You cannot”—but Allah says, “I am with you, you can.”
- Allah says,
- “Remember Me, I will remember you…” (Surah Al-Baqarah: 152)
- I cried after reading this verse. Because those who forget Me, those who consider me unworthy, forget Me, but Allah remembers Me.
- Confidence begins when trust in Allah begins.
- At one time, I felt like I could do nothing. Being behind in my studies, people’s laughter, and accusations broke me. But I was patient. I cried out to Allah, saying with tears, “O Allah, if people abandon me, will You not sustain me?”
- By Allah’s grace, I stood again. Each failure has become my stepping stone. I have stayed up all night, memorized while crying, made mistakes, and learned again. Maybe I am not as brilliant as everyone else, but I stand on the mercy of Allah.
- When society pushes, Allah holds me back.
- A sister once said this. I did not understand it then. Now I understand—because, when there is no one around, I am not alone. My Lord is there.
- Deep prayers at night, tears of prostration, and the silent battle within myself—these have become my true companions.
- "Black" in the eyes of people, but "important" in the eyes of Allah—this realization is the greatest light in my life.
- Today I say—yes, I am black, but I have not given up.
- I may not have become much yet, but I know that my path is on track. I want to brighten the faces of my family through education. I want them to proudly say, "He is our child, he is our light."
- I know my limitations, but my Lord has infinite mercy. I trust in that kindness.
- I want those who are black like me to know that we are not incompetent.
- If you can fall from your position and stand up again, then you are successful.
- If you can cry to God even if you don't understand people, then you are a winner.
- We who are "black"—we are not failures, we may be far from the light, but we are on the way to the light.
- God never abandons us, if we trust in Him.
- ✨ In closing, I say:
- “If you cannot be human, there is no sorrow in that—you are a very beautiful person as long as you are not selfish like humans.”
- And if you learn to love yourself in the eyes of God, then you are truly lucky.
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The best before Allah are the pious whether black or white. Kudos to you
Same to me bro
Good
Good read
awesome writing, friends .
Super
Wonderful written
Black is beautiful. Be proud of who you are. 😊
Beautiful ending!!!
This is really lovely- I'd like to read more of your writing 😊☀️✨
This is beautiful. Heartfelt. I love the way you have presented it too, the way you break it apart. You are unique. You are forever loved. ⚡💙⚡