He is All-Knowing – a belief, a chant, a slogan. Never does one stop to wonder this statement with the awe it deserves. The magnanimity of this statement dawns upon you only when you realize how little you know. Because there’s another truth you need to know along with the everlasting truth that He is All Knowing, and that truth is that You know Nothing (read it slowly Jon Snow style 😊) You will never know.
You will never know that even after spending 15 years with a spouse, even after believing that this is the most intimate relation among all existing relations, one fine day you will meet your husband’s long-lost childhood friend, who you never knew existed until today. This stranger will narrate with such nostalgia and raw emotions those chapters of your husband’s expeditions in the summers that you thought never came, among the landscapes which you never knew held his footprints. There is a chapter which you have never read.
You will never know the pain of that mother who carried you, the one who kept you closest in her existence, someone who struggled to bring you to this world. In the pain she endured to detach you from her existence, you shared her existence but you never shared the pain. You know nothing of her pain, her sleepless nights. You were every part of that incident, but there is a pain you never felt.
You will never know how the tiny little hands of your child that you rub against your ageing cheeks, the soft little feet that you kiss, would feel when all rugged and wrinkled with time. When their unsullied innocence will be defiled by experience you will be no more. There is a transformation you will never witness.
You will never know that best friend, that sibling from a different parent, has a distant relative who suddenly becomes so important that your friend’s predictable sceduled is compromised and you end up being no where on it. There is a family you will never be a part of.
You will never know that the sibling who has shared your mother’s womb; shared the bed, the bathroom, the clothes, the brush, the cousins, the nutella jar and the remote control, will not share your thoughts, your fate, your future, your treasure, your trauma. There is a life you will never share.
You will never know of the child who grew up…
You will never know of the book that was never read….
You will never know of the tear that never fell or was never wiped…
of the words that were never said…
of the plans that were never made…
of the race that was never run…
of the heart that never skipped a beat…
of the children who were never born..
of the ill who never recovered…
of the scars that never healed…
of the promises that were never kept…
of the door that never opened…
of the flowers that never bloomed…
of the caterpillars who never flew…
of the dawn that never came…
of the prayers never asked…
You no nothing. You can never know enough. But He is All Knowing. So much. And He knows it all. All… SubhanAllah tairee qudrat… Subhan Rabbi Ul Aalaa. Allah hu Akbar.