As despair reached its peak, Yusuf did something he had never truly done before. He stopped thinking. He stopped analyzing. He simply closed his eyes and whispered from the depths of his broken heart: “Ya Fattah… Ya Rabb…” (O Opener… O Lord…). He wasn’t reciting a book. He was crying.
Yusuf looked at the tiny key, then at the massive iron lock he imagined on the gate. “Shaykh, this is impossible,” he protested. “This key is too small. The lock is too old. My logic tells me this is a fool’s errand.” al fathur rabbani english
While the original Arabic is prized for its rhetorical power, the English version published by and translated by Muhtar Holland is the most widely recognized scholarly edition. As despair reached its peak, Yusuf did something