Make the Delusional Dua Sis
"And your Lord says, 'Call upon Me; I will respond to you.'"
Surah Ghafir (40:60)
Jummah Mubarak, sis.
Allah says in the Qur'an:
"And your Lord says, 'Call upon Me; I will respond to you.'"
Read that again. Slowly.
The Creator of the heavens and the earth, the One who spun the galaxies and knit you together in your mother's womb, is telling you — personally — to ask. Not to ask small. Not to ask reasonably. Not to ask only for what you can already see a path to.
Just ask.
And yet how often do we shrink our duas before they even leave our lips? We edit them down to something the world would call sensible. We ask for a little more patience when what we really want is complete healing. We ask for a manageable month when what our soul is begging for is a completely different life. We whisper the polite version of the dua and swallow the wild one, because the wild one feels delusional.
Sis, make the delusional dua.
The one that sounds unreasonable when you say it out loud. The one you're almost embarrassed to write down. The one about the marriage, the business, the healing, the child, the home, the freedom, the ummah, the version of yourself you can barely picture but can feel in your chest.
Because here is what we forget: the size of your dua is not a burden on Allah. Nothing is heavy for the One who created weight itself. When you ask small, you are not being humble — you are underestimating your Lord.
And this is where the peace comes in.
Peace does not come from lowering the dua so it stops scaring you. Peace comes from making the dua so big that you have no choice but to hand it over. The moment the dream leaves your hands and lands in His — that is the exhale. That is the softening. That is the reason the Prophet ﷺ told us that dua is the essence of worship. Not because Allah needs to be asked, but because we need to be reminded that He is the One who answers.
A delusional dua is a declaration of trust. It says: I know I cannot make this happen. I know the odds are not in my favor. I know no one around me can see what I see. But my Lord is Al-Qadir, Al-Wahhab, Al-Fattah — the All-Powerful, the Giver, the Opener of what is closed. So I am asking Him. And I am at peace, because the outcome was never mine to carry in the first place.
That peace is not the peace of a solved problem. It is the peace of a surrendered one.
So this Jummah, in that blessed hour when duas are answered, we invite you to do something brave. Sit down. Get quiet. And make the dua you have been too shy to make.
Say it plainly. Say it fully. Say it as if you believe Allah when He tells you to call on Him — because you do.
And then let it go. Not because you don't care about the answer, but because you trust the One holding it.
May Allah answer the duas you have made and the ones you have not yet found the courage to say. May He grant you the peace that only comes from trusting Him with the impossible. And may He make this Jummah the one where something shifts — quietly, deeply, in your favor.
Love you for the sake of Allah.
Jummah Mubarak.
