That Big Shot

Bismillahirrahmanirrahim

It's a Monday morning. You walk with your purple Adidas sneakers into a security-guarded building located in the center of the city. The guard looks at you up and down, registering you in - purple sneakers, jeans, simple black calf-length jubah with purple flower details along the hem, purple hijab neatly and safely covering your head and chest - doesn't look like any threat. Walking across the lobby, no one really gives you any notice, because everyone's busy. Everyone's bustling here and there, with worksheets and documents. So much work to be done.
You could stop someone and ask them, but you decide naaaahh you won't.
You push the button for the lift, and you go up to the highest floor.
The luxurious suite-like office is air conditioned and smells fresh with a tinge of- what is that? lavender?- you're not sure, but it makes you feel like you stepped out of the lift into a garden.
The beige colored carpet under your soles are soft. The lights are adequate and soothing.

You go up to the secretary and ask for him. The secretary says he's holding a meeting, he's busy as always. You ask for him anyways.
Few minutes later, you hear footsteps, striding fast along the bare-floored corridor. He's calling out your name, asking if you're okay. He reaches you, and you smile. No, it's just this heavy feeling that you're having, just this difficulty that you're facing.
He smiles, sits you down and says " I already know, but tell me all about it, anyways"

Short entry before starting on my paeds notes.

You know what? Considering the above statement, how sweet it is to be in a relationship with Allah?
I mean, if someone who's reaaaally important and reaaally busy, makes time to listen to your problems, your whining, your confessions, your pleas, anyone would be so grateful, so touched! You'd feel like you're so special to that big shot person.

But Allah is The Boss. The Big Shot. He's super busy, like 24/7. He controls everything that's just starting to live, maintains their life and controls how everything ends. Imagine the development of a foetus in the womb alone. Everything needs to be accurate. And He keeps everything according to His will in all the wombs all the time!

Plus, He's already The All-Knowing. He knows what you're going through. Even the feelings that you can't put into words, the ones that others won't understand, He understands best.

And yet, He wants to hear it from you. He wants you to call on Him, tell Him your problems, whine to Him, confess to Him, ask from Him advice on how you should go about it, ask from him solutions.
You better do, 'cause He'll be angry if you don't ;)

And He'd absolutely love to hear your proud recitations of His Words in the sunlight, or your sweet whispers of praise and love in the deep of the night.

Come, let's fall in love with Allah all over again, over and over again... Ah-ha' !