(Where is Allah?) - [Download pdf at the bottom]

One sunny morning, Abdullah sat by the window, resting his chin on his hands. “أُمِّي، أَيْنَ القَمَر؟” (Ummi, where is the moon?)

His mom smiled and joined him by the window. “The moon isn’t out yet, my dear. Right now, it’s daytime, so we see the sun!”

Abdullah looked out. “!الشَّمْسُ مُشْرِقَةٌ جِدًّا” (The sun is so bright!)

“Yes, the sun is shining brightly, giving us light and warmth,” his mom replied, gently stroking his hair. Abdullah looked at his sister, Amina, sleeping peacefully on the bed. “!أُمِّي، أُخْتِي تَنَامُ” (Ummi, my sister is sleeping!)

His mom chuckled softly. “Yes, she’s having a good nap. Do you feel sleepy too, Abdullah?”

He shook his head. “!لَا، أَنَا مُسْتَيْقِظٌ” (No, I’m awake!)

His mom laughed. “You are always so full of energy, my little explorer.”

Then Abdullah grew thoughtful. “أُمِّي، أَيْنَ اللَّهِ؟” (Ummi, where is Allah?)

His mom took his hand. ”Allah is above the skies, far, far up on His ‘Arsh (Throne)"

Abdullah’s eyes widened.“فَوْقَ السَّحَابِ؟ فَوْقَ القَمَرِ؟” (Above the clouds? Above the moon?)

"Yes!" Ummi nodded. "Higher than the moon, higher than the sun. Above everything, Allah is the One."

Abdullah frowned. "لَكِنْ يَا أُمِّي... أَلَيْسَ اللَّٰهُ يَشْعُرُ بِالْمَلَلِ؟ قُلتِ إِنَّهُ أَحَدٌ” (But Ummi… doesn’t Allah get bored? You said He is only One.)

Ummi chuckled and pulled him close. "Oh no, my dear, Allah doesn’t need fun! He’s never lonely; He’s the only One. Allah is so special and never feels sad. He’s perfect and strong, no need to feel bad."

Abdullah tilted his head. "لَكِنْ يَا أُمِّي، أُرِيدُ أَنْ أَرَى اللَّهَ. هَلْ نَرَاهُ فِي السَّمَاءِ؟” (But, Ummi, I want to see Allah. Can we see Him in the sky?)

Ummi shook her head gently. "Not now, my love, but one day, maybe. If you’re good and kind, just wait and see. In Jannah, so bright, with gardens and streams, the good ones see Allah, beyond their dreams!"

Abdullah’s face lit up. "واو! فِي الجَنَّةِ؟” (Wow! In Jannah?)

"Yes, in Jannah, my dear," Ummi said with a smile. "But even now, you can talk to Him for a while. Allah hears you, no matter how small your voice. Whisper or shout, He listens to your choice!"

Abdullah clapped his hands. "حَتَّى لَوْ هَمَسْتُ؟ يَسْمَعُنِي مِنَ السَّمَاءِ؟” (Even when I whisper? He hears me from the sky?")