“Ami (grandma) do you know who I am?” I asked, hopeful that maybe her memory loss was just a rumor.

“No, I uh uh someone just told me but…” she struggled to respond but with a familiar state of confusion I had heard from her before.

“Don’t you know, you named me. A beautiful name. Tayyaba.” I said cheerfully changing the subject.

“Yes that is a nice name, I like it. ” She said agreeably. I smiled.

“Did you know I am finally getting married?” I asked her, as I remembered our previous conversations where she always asked me whether it was time yet. Back when we used to joke around about how she still sounded young and when she told me not to gain too much weight if I wanted a good husband.

She was so excited when I told her the date for my upcoming nuptials. For a moment, I felt she really knew she was taking to her granddaughter.

What struck me was what happened next, soon after she conveyed her congrats, she started praising God, thanking Him and asking for His blessings for me. It was incredible to me because, this woman who does not remember her own children, did not forget her Maker and the level of praise that is due.

It was miraculous. In old age, when your memory betrays and forsakes you, your soul does not forget its origin and its Creator.

Amazing. SubhanAllah!

Stay blessed xoxo