Allah was about to bring something to pass.

And indeed, on that very same day, at approximately 9:30 in the morning, the telephone in my office rang.

It was my jihadi commander, informing me that I had been assigned to attend a cultural course in the Islamic Republic of Iran.

My heart overflowed with joy.

I praised Allah. I thanked Him. And the only words that seemed capable of expressing what was happening within me were:

“Glory be to Allah, praise be to Allah, there is no god but Allah, and Allah is the Greatest.”

I was overwhelmed with happiness.

My heart was filled with certainty in the truth of the Household of the Prophet (peace be upon them)—that they are those whose obedience Allah has made binding, and that they are among the means through which we turn to Him.

And I knew, with a certainty deeper than words:

No one who holds firmly to their wilayah is ever truly left empty-handed.

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