Ali rushed to the window, opened it, and stuck his head out, laughing in delight. He was very pleased, a wide grin stretching across his face. The raindrops were trickling down the window, and he stretched out his arm, feeling the cold breeze and the tiny droplets of cold water on his hand.
“Mom, can I go out and play in the rain?” He asked his mother eagerly.
“Yes, but only if you wear your boots and jacket,” his mother replied, smiling a little at his enthusiasm.
It was a lovely weather, and the clouds were very dense, giving a mysterious but exciting atmosphere. He had begun jumping in the tiny puddles of water that had formed here and there, when he spied a small duck swimming in one of them. Unexpectedly, Ali’s face split into a wide smile.
“It’s a very beautiful sight out here, isn’t it?” Said a voice behind him, making him jump. It was his mother, and beside her stood his friend, Mahmood. Ali laughed and hugged him.
“It is very beautiful,” said Ali, as they sat on a bench nearby, watching the drops as they fell with clear splish-splashes.
“Do you know which angel is responsible for bringing rain on the earth? Let’s see who knows the answer,” she said teasingly.
“I know!” shouted Mahmood. “It Mikaeel, he’s responsible for bringing rain and thunder to the earth, whenever Allah (S.W.T) commands him to do so.”
“That’s right,” she replied, impressed. Then she turned to Ali.
“And do you know how and why we have rain?”
“Yes,” he said. “We learnt it in school. My teacher told us that as the water from seas, lakes, or rivers evaporates, the clouds get heavy. They continue to fill with water vapour until they cannot hold anything any longer, and so rain falls down. It can also be in the form of snow, hail, or sleet.”
His mother nodded encouragingly. “That’s right, but do you know exactly how important water is in our lives? It was mentioned in the Holy Quran: “And who sends down water from the sky in due measure…”
Water has actually been mentioned many times, not only once. We should be grateful that we have lots of water to drink, because some people are not so lucky. Without water, you cannot live.
When I was small, there was a maid that used to come to our house. She used to tell me many stories about where she came from, a small town in Africa. They used to have very little water and drink, because it was extremely hot and dry there. As a result, she and her brothers walked every day for miles and miles in the heat only to get a sip of water. She said that she would sometimes get so tired she would fall down under the burning sun, and even when they came to where the water was, they wouldn’t find enough to quench their thirst. And so, when they went home, they would all have to be really careful about drinking only as much is needed.’ That’s why we should always thank Allah (SWT) for all the blessings He has given us, like water, and never waste it.”
As soon as she finished her story, thunder boomed and lighting crashed.
Mahmood and Ali looked scared. Ali’s mother got up and gestured for them to come quickly.
They went back inside the house, and she said, “Do you know what dua the prophet used to recite when there was thunder? Recite after me:
سُبْحَانَ الَّذِي يُسَبِّحُ الرَّعْدُ بِحَمْدِهِ وَالْمَلَائِكَةٌ مِنْ خِيفَتِهِ
They repeated the words after her, and then said the meaning in English : “Glory is to Him whom thunder and angels glorify due to fear of Him.”
Ali and Mahmood watched out the window with their faces stuck to the window pane in fascination of Allah’s creation.
The rain fell steadily on.
Author: Maryam Sohaib
Ayah Reference: Sûrah -Zukhruf- verse 11