A profound experience which i had today at the same time as my Kashmir was being burnt. I hope it reaches the one who needs it at this heartbreaking time.

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1 As the dwellings of my countrymen were being consumed by flames, i sat by the window, helpless, just like my nation. It was sunny, as if it were a hot summer afternoon. My heart let out a prayer. It wasn't a conscious prayer, it couldn't have been. No words were uttered.

7 But that's not where it stopped. I opened up the Quran and looked for this verse. And then read it in its entirety. My eyes grew watery as i read it. I felt as if Allah had talked directly to this slave of His. Me, a sinner, a coward, a nobody. This is what the verse said :

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2 I was too lifeless to construct any words. It was just a sudden flash of an overpowering feeling which came and went. In the same instant, despair was about to engulf me and yet, in the same instant, something else happened.

3 The sound of a sudden burst of rain starled me as it pounded down on the ground, the same ground where the homes of my people were being turned to ashes. I quick glanced out of the window and saw, that downpour, that miraculous downpour, sent from the heavens themselves.

4 I looked up at the sky and the bright sunlight fell on my face, caressing it. And yet the rain poured down like it was going to rain for 40 more days. It all happened in a jiffy;

5 the prayer that fled my subconscious, the feeling of despair as i mourned the humble yet precious abodes of my brethren being put on fire and then the rain that arrived, defeating the hot sun which was rendered weak despite all of its glory.

6 For the philosopher in me, it was symbolic. For the believer in me, it was a miracle. For the oppressed in me, it was a sign. And a verse from the glorious Quran came to my mind:

"Unquestionably, the help of Allah is near"