99 Al-Mujīb

Al-Mujīb (ٱلْمُجِيبُ)

The Responsive One, The Answerer of Prayers, The One Who Hears and Responds

Pronounced: al-mu-JEEB Root: ج-و-ب (J-W-B) — to answer, to respond, to reply with presence

Original Invocation (Arabic Calligraphy):ٱلْمُجِيبُ

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Sacred Reflection

Al-Mujīb is not the One who might respond.

He is the One who already has.

Before the prayer left your tongue, He heard it.

Before the pain was named, He felt it.

He is not delayed.

He is not distracted.

He does not require perfect phrasing or eloquence.

In Sufi knowing, Al-Mujīb is the One so attuned

He responds to the trembling before the voice.

To the single tear that never fell.

To the moment you almost asked, but didn’t dare.

He responds without judgment.Without exhaustion.Without needing you to be “worthy” first.

His response doesn’t always come in the shape you expect.But it always comes in the form your soul most needs.

Sometimes as comfort.

Sometimes as redirection.

Sometimes as silence so thick it holds you like a blanket

until your questions turn into rest.

Al-Mujīb doesn’t just hear.

He answers in Presence.

He enters the room.

He sits beside you.

And somehow, you are no longer alone.

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Parts Work Invitation

What part of you believes no one will come?

The one that says,

“My prayers disappear.”

“I’ve asked before and nothing changed.”

“Why bother trying again?”

Let that part be met now by Al-Mujīb.

Not with an argument,

but with a response so personal it bypasses the mind.

Let it hear:

I have not ignored you.

I have been near the whole time.

Even when you cursed Me.

Even when you gave up.

Even when you forgot your own voice, I was still listening.

Let this part know:

Your ache is not an inconvenience.

Your longing is not too much.

Your silence is not empty.

Al-Mujīb responds to essence, not performance.

He doesn’t wait for the right words.

He comes for the right heart.

And yours, even weary, even cynical, even quiet,

is still sacred enough to move Him.

Let this part feel:

The answer might not look like what I expected.

But it is still love.

And love always arrives.

Even if it walks slowly.

Even if it wears the disguise of waiting.