The hard path to Tawheed. A story of trials and sabr fi sabillillah

Dear sisters, when I launched this blog, I was thinking about telling only sisters stories. Yet, by the will of Allah subhanahu wa taala, l came across the story of a brother. The hardship he faced and is still facing touched my heart. Today, l am going to tell you that story with his own words. I helped him but he needs more help. For him and for other Muslims in need, please go to our donation section.
“May the peace, mercy, and blessings of Allah subhanahu wa taala be upon you, my brothers and sisters, baaraka Allahu feekum, may Allah bless you and may He protect you and take care of you. I begin my story with the grace of Allah taala.
l am from Syria. In 2015 I moved to another country. I got married there and my wife gave birth to my first child. All praise is for Allah – Lord of all worlds. One day Friday morning, at Fajr call to prayer, when my wife was again pregnant, in two months, the soldiers raided my house, while my wife and first child were asleep. I stood up to them for the sake of my child, so that he would not be terrified and afraid. While my wife was covering herself with a dress, the soldiers entered and searched the house. They did not find anything, and despite this, they took me to prison. I received a seven years sentence. My wife was suffering without me. She was pregnant and had my young son with her.
I remained in jail for five years and one day there was an earthquake which shook the prison while we were prostrating. Alhamdulillah, while being in confinement I met brothers who taught me tawheed and fiqh. We read books, memorized the Quran, and even competed in memorizing the Qur’an. Sometimes I cried and sometimes I rejoiced. I cried for my wife and children, and at the same time, I rejoiced at the blessing of Allah subhanahu wa taala. Allah honored me during my confinement by teaching me Tawheed and fiqh. Praise be to God for learning the Qur’an, Tajweed, the straight path.
After the earthquake, we were transferred to another location, that only had single rooms. They separated us and I remained alone for the next two years. A year before my sentence ended, I was very happy because l hoped that when I get out, I will meet my wife and children, and my sentence will end, but from the prison door they took me and left me on the Syrian border. My wife, children, and family remained in that country, and did not see anyone.
They left me on the Syrian border, all alone, not knowing where to go. Eventually I found one of my relatives living în a camp. I begun sharing the tent with my relative. My aunt has four children and I am by her side. I am sitting there looking for a job so that we can have a better life, but there is very little work. Life is very difficult here. I know of some people who eat bread and water, and there are many women of the martyrs who do not have anyone. Every woman has two children and she has no helper other than Allah subhanahu wa taala. There is very little work, and if we find a daily job that pays $4, we cannot afford to buy enough bread, but alhamdulillah.
I do not know what to do anymore. I thought about returning to my wife and children, but I do not have a single dollar. I thought about bringing my wife and children to Syria, but I do not own a house or household items I am sitting in my aunt’s tent. I cannot provide for them.
It is a difficult life, but alhamdulillah rabbilalameen wa jazaakumuullah kull khayr wa baaraka Allahu feekum.”