The Dua of Zakaria (A.S)

My Lord! Surely my bones have become brittle, and grey hair has spread across my head, but I have never been disappointed in my prayer to You, my Lord! And I am concerned about ˹the faith of˺ my relatives after me, since my wife is barren. So grant me, by Your grace, an heir, who will inherit ˹prophethood˺ from me and the family of Jacob, and make him, O  Lord, pleasing ˹to You˺!”

This painting is a visual journey into the most powerful form of conversation a human being can have: Du’a.

It was born from my own moments of spiritual struggle — the kind that drive you inward, to your knees, to your Lord. In that darkness, I found the towering example of Prophet Zakaria (AS). When the righteous are overwhelmed, they do not despair in silence, nor do they complain to the creation — they turn, completely, to the Creator. I painted these hands reaching upward to remind myself of that truth: that Zakaria, in his old age, with a barren wife and no human reason for hope, was granted a son. A Prophet. A miracle. Because he asked the only One who could say Be — and it is.

Nothing is impossible when you carry your deepest hurt to the All-Loving, the All-Mighty.

This piece is more than art. It is a sincere, daily anchor of hope — painted to live in the spaces where you need it most. Every time you pass it, it calls your hands upward. Every time you feel the weight of waiting, it whispers that your miracle is not late — it is on its way.

It is a visual promise: your yearning is heard. Your Zakaria moment is possible