Home sweet (temporary) home.

Just came back from a long trip, and there’s nothing like home, as they say. Even though we’re tired and have lots of unpacking to do, there’s nothing that brings serenity and a sense of peace like when you’re in your own home.

After pondering over this a bit, I then started to remember the sahaba, who had left their home, their belongings, and everything they knew for the sake of Islam. They migrated to Madinah and lost their worldly status and riches, but gained an elite status that will be unmatched for the rest of eternity.

Many of the sahaba never had the opportunity to go back and visit Makkah either during Umrah al Qada, during the conquest of Makkah, or during the farewell Hajj of the Prophet ﷺ. They never got a chance to feel that sense of calm and peace that you get when you come home, because they had died as martyrs.

Always be thankful for what you have, but never get too comfortable in this world as if it will last forever.

Take the Prophet ﷺ and the Sahaba RA as your role models.

They are after all, the best of generations.