Build a kingdom that outlives you

Salaam you

We live in a world obsessed with images.

Numbers.

Blue ticks.

Viral clips.

Everyone’s chasing clout

sprinting for a spotlight that barely lasts.

And while we’re busy fighting for a place in people’s feeds

We forget the only place that really matters:

The Book of Deeds.

Let me tell you about a moment in history that should shake you.

There was once a ruler - Harun al-Rasheed.

The kind of man people feared.

Palaces.

Armies.

Power in his hand.

One day, he rode into a town called Ar-Raqqa.

You’d think people would drop everything to see him.

They didn’t.

They left the streets empty.

They rushed to gather around a man named Abdullah ibn al-Mubarak - a scholar.

No guards.

No wealth.

No throne.

The dust rose. Sandals were lost. The crowd was thick.

People were desperate for a word of wisdom.

And Harun’s wife, watching from a distance, saw it.

She turned to her attendants and said words that hit like a hammer:

“By Allah, this is a kingdom unlike Harun’s - where people don’t gather through fear of soldiers, but through love for truth.”

Read that again.

Because in that moment, the man with the crown wasn’t the one ruling hearts.

It was the one carrying sincere knowledge.

And that should make you question everything you’re chasing.

What kind of legacy are you building?

Are you stacking followers, or stacking deeds?

Chasing a name, or chasing His pleasure?

Leaving noise, or leaving light?

Because let’s be honest - the world loves trends.

It forgets the moment you stop performing.

But the ones who walk quietly with sincerity..

The ones who carry wisdom and mercy…

The ones who live for something greater than claps and clout…

They get remembered where it matters most.

In hearts.

In du’as.

In the scrolls of angels.

You weren’t created to be popular.

You weren’t created to be righteous.

And you can’t fake righteousness.
You can’t buy it.
You can’t borrow it.
You can’t force it on anyone.

It’s a kingdom Allah places in hearts when He loves a servant.

And when He loves you, He makes the people love you too.

Not fake love.

Not followers.

But real, honest sincere affection.

That’s the kind of fame you want.
The kind you can take to your grave.

I wanted to say - I read the replies from the last email.

Even if you don’t hear back from me, know that your words were seen, and that you’re in my du’as.

This isn’t a one-way conversation.

It’s a growing, living space for real reminders. For hearts that get tired, but don’t give up.

See you in the next one.

And may Allah make you a person whose name is known to the angels, even if this world never hears it.
Ameen

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Until the next letter,

— hidvyaa