When it was the night of the middle of Shaban, the Prophet ﷺ slipped out from beneath my cloak—meaning Aishah’s cloak. By Allah, it was not made of striped cloth, nor of silk, nor of linen, nor of cotton, nor of wool; rather, its warp was of hair, though its weft was of camel hair. I thought to myself that he might have gone to one of his wives, so I said, “Let me look for him in the house.” Then my hand fell upon his feet while he was in prostration, and I memorized from his supplication as he was saying:
“I prostrate to You with my darkness and my shadow, and my heart believes in You. I acknowledge to You Your blessings, and I confess to You my sin. I have wronged myself, so forgive me; indeed none forgives the tremendous sin except You. I seek refuge in Your pardon from Your punishment; I seek refuge in Your mercy from Your wrath; I seek refuge in Your pleasure from Your displeasure; and I seek refuge in You from You. Exalted is Your Face; I cannot enumerate praise of You. You are as You have praised Yourself.”
He continued standing and sitting until morning came, and morning came while his feet had become swollen. I said, “May my father and my mother be sacrificed for you—has Allah not forgiven you your past sins and your future ones?” He said: “O Aishah, should I not be a grateful servant? Do you know what is in this night?” I said, “What is in it?” He said: “In it, every child to be born in this year is written; in it, every one who will die is written; in it, their provisions are sent down; and in it, their deeds are raised.” I said, “O Messenger of Allah, does no one enter Paradise except by Allah’s mercy?” He said: “Yes.” I said, “Not even you?” He said: “Not even I—unless Allah envelops me in His mercy.” Then he wiped his hand over his head down to his face.
لَمَّا كَانَتْ لَيْلَةُ النِّصْفِ مِنْ شَعْبَانَ، انْسَلَّ النَّبِيُّ ﷺ مِنْ مِرْطِي، يَعْنِي مِرْطَ عَائِشَةَ، وَاللَّهِ مَا كَانَ مِنْ جَزْءٍ، وَلَا قَزٍّ، وَلَا مِنْ كِتَّانٍ، وَلَا كُرْسُفٍ، وَلَا صُوفٍ، إِلَّا كَانَ سُدَاهُ مِنْ شَعَرٍ، وَإِنْ كَانَتْ لُحْمَتُهُ مِنْ وَبَرِ الْإِبِلِ. فَأَحْسِبُ نَفْسِي أَنْ يَكُونَ أَتَى بَعْضَ نِسَائِهِ، فَقُلْتُ: أَلْتَمِسُهُ فِي الْبَيْتِ. فَوَقَعَتْ يَدِي عَلَى قَدَمَيْهِ وَهُوَ سَاجِدٌ، فَحَفِظْتُ مِنْ دُعَائِهِ وَهُوَ يَقُولُ:
«سَجَدَ لَكَ سَوَادِي، وَخَيَالِي، وَآمَنَ بِكَ فُؤَادِي، أَبُوءُ لَكَ بِالنِّعَمِ، وَأَعْتَرِفُ لَكَ بِالذَّنْبِ، ظَلَمْتُ نَفْسِي فَاغْفِرْ لِي، إِنَّهُ لَا يَغْفِرُ الذَّنْبَ الْعَظِيمَ إِلَّا أَنْتَ. أَعُوذُ بِعَفْوِكَ مِنْ عُقُوبَتِكَ، وَأَعُوذُ بِرَحْمَتِكَ مِنْ نِقْمَتِكَ، وَأَعُوذُ بِرِضَاكَ مِنْ سَخَطِكَ، وَأَعُوذُ بِكَ مِنْكَ. جَلَّ وَجْهُكَ، لَا أُحْصِي ثَنَاءً عَلَيْكَ، أَنْتَ كَمَا أَثْنَيْتَ عَلَى نَفْسِكَ».
فَمَا زَالَ قَائِمًا وَقَاعِدًا حَتَّى أَصْبَحْتُ، فَأَصْبَحَ وَقَدِ اصْطَهَدَتْ قَدَمَاهُ. فَقُلْتُ: بِأَبِي وَأُمِّي، أَلَيْسَ قَدْ غَفَرَ اللَّهُ لَكَ مَا تَقَدَّمَ مِنْ ذَنْبِكَ وَمَا تَأَخَّرَ؟ فَقَالَ: «يَا عَائِشَةُ، أَفَلَا أَكُونُ عَبْدًا شَكُورًا؟ هَلْ تَدْرِينَ مَا فِي هَذِهِ اللَّيْلَةِ؟» قُلْتُ: وَمَا فِيهَا؟ قَالَ: «فِيهَا يُكْتَبُ كُلُّ مَوْلُودٍ فِي هَذِهِ السَّنَةِ، وَفِيهَا يُكْتَبُ كُلُّ مَيِّتٍ، وَفِيهَا تُنْزَلُ أَرْزَاقُهُمْ، وَفِيهَا تُرْفَعُ أَعْمَالُهُمْ». قُلْتُ: يَا رَسُولَ اللَّهِ، مَا أَحَدٌ يَدْخُلُ الْجَنَّةَ إِلَّا بِرَحْمَةِ اللَّهِ؟ قَالَ:* «نَعَمْ»*. قُلْتُ: وَلَا أَنْتَ؟ قَالَ: «وَلَا أَنَا، إِلَّا أَنْ يَتَغَمَّدَنِي اللَّهُ بِرَحْمَتِهِ». ثُمَّ مَسَحَ يَدَهُ عَلَى هَامَتِهِ إِلَى وَجْهِهِ.
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