You were never truly absent — only veiled - Dr. Mohamed Habib Alfandi

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Reflect on the beauty of God’s words:
“Say: O My servants who have transgressed against themselves, do not despair of the mercy of Allah.”

He didn’t say “O sinners” or “O wrongdoers.”
He said: My servants — embracing them in the very moment of their excess, keeping their honor even in their fall.
It’s as if He’s saying: “Your foot slipped, not your belonging.”

This word “My servants” is the key of hope for every heart heavy with sin, the secret of return for every soul that thought it had fallen out of mercy.
It’s not just a call — it’s a divine covenant of love that never breaks.
As if God says: “I am still your Lord, and you are still My servant. Return as you left, and you will find Me as I’ve always been.”

He then lifted every veil of fear with one phrase:
“Indeed, Allah forgives all sins.”
He excluded nothing, made no condition — only mercy that drowns the heart like the sea covers the sand.

Returning to God is not a journey from distance to closeness, but a revelation after a veil. You never left Him — your sight just dimmed.
He is with you when you disobey, just as He is with you when you cry.
The difference is in your clarity, not His nearness.

Every fall is a call to come back. Every hardship is a message of love leading you to the light.
So don’t despair over a sin — it might be the door through which grace enters your life.

God never said “O you who left Me.”
He said “My servants,” to remind you that your love is written by His name before it’s written by your deeds.
Return — not like a traveler coming home, but like someone waking from a short sleep.
Say “My Lord,” and listen deep within — you’ll hear, “My servant.”
There is no voice more tender, and no door wider than His.