Assalam Alaikum dear brothers and sisters,
This post is in continuation of my previous post Hajj – A Discovery (part 1).
Like I mentioned in my previous post, we were blessed to be able to have had performed Al Hajj this year.
It was an enlightening experience, to say the least. In reality, it was a road to self-discovery as much as understanding where I could, possibly stand in this huge universe, in terms of my love for my Allah swt.
Living in Dubai comes with its own set of ‘tiny’ drawbacks. We tend to become rather self-centered or self-absorbed, as you would, in any fast-paced and diverse metropolitan city. Time is a commodity and we are almost always, utilizing to its best. Grabbing fragmented moments of joy, as you attempt, in futile, to race against the merciless movement of the clock hands. Sometimes, you need to gain momentum in life. You need to stand still and figure out your place, in your own life and that of those close to you. You need to figure out, just how deep is your relationship with the Creator. Where are you heading ? And regardless of how high you fly, you will still need to get a grip with reality, for your final abode is deep within the breasts of mother earth.
The days spent in Al Hajj, particularly in Muna (Mina) were an eye-opener. It unveiled me to an unchartered territory of my own behavior and tolerance.
I resided in Muna (The tent city) with 11 other women under a single concrete tent~ surrounded by hundreds more tents. It took me a few hours to come out of the shock of being one of the 12 to sleep in a makeshift dormitory !! (Did I mention I had braced myself for a similar situation, if not worse ??) 🙂
Most, if not all, were Urdu speaking from Uttar Pradesh( a northern state of India) or Delhi. Mainly three age groups 60+, 40+ and 30+
Allah swt has blessed the Muslim Ummah with two strong traits namely Sabr (Patience) and Shukr (gratefulness) ~ The Hajj is an excellent time for both of these attributes to be tested !
You are in Ahraam, in that situation, as a guest of Allah swt. What an amazing honor !! And what is it that we do when we visit someone special ? We maintain our dignity and put our best foot forward in every possible way.
Years before, we learnt that every action has an equal reaction. You get hurt and you hurt back. But in Hajj, (as it should be in our routine life too), one must maintain his/her dignity and tolerance. One of the most crucial lessons, I learnt is to restrain myself. It is not easy becoz you have just left the protection of your shell, you are out exposed and you want nothing more than to please Allah swt.
There will always be people ready to push you in a crowd ~ question remains ~ will you push back ?
- you are sleeping on an uncomfortable bed,
- the people around you may not smell the best,
- they speak loudly to eachother,
- they may eat snacks (which they bought with them from their home country) which gives out an unusual smell and worse, loud crunchy noises,
- the introductions seem to take forever, with each one, wanting to discuss, their pregnancy deliveries, their family structure, their photographs, their daily schedule, the stories of their departures from their home country, right up to their experience so far.
- you realize, people are far more focused towards the meal times than the salaah times.
- and then their almost NEVER content with the amazing food to be had, in the middle of the desert !!!
- lack of comfortable and continuous sleep can make you a switched-on walking-talking time bomb !! and yet you keep reminding yourself, the REAL purpose of being here.
- you realize 5 out of 12 ladies, snore and you have no escape from that relentless drumming of octaves 😦
- you realize, there is always one person, who selfishly wishes the lights to remain switched on, so she may read her dua books ~ late into the night !!
- and some may also be inconsiderate enough to sit right over your head, and read tahajjud salaat in loud-enough voice !!
- you realize your personal belongings are gradually becoming a thing, for all to “lend” !!
- and then there are those clashes in debate sessions about the benefits of a joint family, or that children should be educated in convents, or even the recipe discussions !!!
- endless amount of door knocks, from the spouces for the ladies in the tent ! All this ~ when one can easily relay the message on the mobile phone.
- for the ladies in perpetual hijab, it is a quiet a trial. Especially when some ignorant spouces tend to drop their necks in, like ostriches trying to communicate with their obliviously relaxing wives. Ofcourse, they were better than some of those, who assumed that we were their appointed pigeons, to relay messages when their wives awoke !!!
Women !!!! Shaitaan really has it easy !!! Women make his job pretty convenient. He just has to play the fiddle around a tune of ideas of greed, lust, temptation, anger, selfishness and confusion on women and the lives of all the men, next door is played havoc with in just a matter of minutes.
Luckily for me, Allah swt found an exceptional way of keeping me protected from gheebat and unnecessary loose talks.
- My throat was choked with phlegm and as such, my voice was a mere exhausted coarse whisper. Luckily I had passed the stage of frequent coughs and moved into the sorry stage of carrying a small plastic bag, and a couple of toilet rolls, for the constant flow of mucus. Initially, I was embarrassed with my medical condition, not a pleasant sight to see someone spiting into some tissue or blowing one’s nose into a tissue so frequently
- In addition, inspite of the several over 60 year-olds in the group, I was the only one carrying my loyal folding chair with me !! Naturally it got lent pretty often too 😦
All through it, I had to constantly remind myself, to continue making dhikr. Its difficult to focus on your salaat and your tasbeeh, when so many distractions surround you. The longer and harder, you focus on your dhikr, the more the reward ~ naturally. But its not as simple as that.
Gradually, I began to realize, coming from my own tiny world, what a large world existed ~ with people of such varied tastes, needs and aspirations, that Allah swt had to deal with.
I realized from some of the stories, how fortunate we had it in life.
I realized I was grateful for a little over a million (if not easily more) blessings that Allah swt had showered me with.
I also realized that most Indian/Pak muslims are rather fickle minded.
- They come up with a ridiculous theory about not eating certain foods coz it may cause a cold !!! Eg, Tomato ketchup, yoghurt etc !!! Yes, I am referring to some rather seemingly ‘educated’ people !!
- When dealing with a medical ailment, we tend to ‘assume’ “kissi ne kuch karwa diya” as in, ‘some one has cast a spell’, sorcery, witchcraft etc, rather than believing that it was genuinely a case of appendicitis !!!!!
- We have a tendency to turn to all sorts of QUACKS for so-called ‘treatments’ ~ rather than the conventional route of medical doctors inorder to treat our ailments.
I had already mentioned in my previous post about the hygiene habits or rather, the lack of them 🙂
Consoling myself, that it was for a mere couple of days and that, it was a test of the sorts from the Almighty himself, was helping. But I pondered over this thought for sometime, was the Almighty actually trying to bring this change in me, to be more tolerant and aware of other people’s habits, nature and characteristics ! Was I being prepared for something higher and deeper ? Was I gaining any momentum in my quest for pleasing Allah ?
While I befriended each one of the ladies and bid farewell, after reaching Medina. It occurred to me, that Allah swt enfolds a lesson in each of our tasks.
Some of us, tend to commit to these tasks without so much as batting an eyelid, while some of us learn the lesson “WE WANT TO LEARN” while there are still some, who might truly decipher the code as he meant for us to.
- In any case, I feel, I now find myself more tolerant and aware and slightly more forgiving than I was.
- I realized that I was the impatient one ~ they were just driven by their own conveniences
- I realized that I was self-centered ~ happy to be couped up in a corner with another English speaking broad minded family. It was my initial comfort zone.
- I realized that we tend to place people into virtual pockets and judge them on those basis.
- The filthy rich women with no class, lapping up all the gold jewelry just to gain some recognition
- The cultured advocates wife, who kept a firm thumb inspite of a sophisticated language
- The tag-alongs who were so limp, they really had no decisive opinion of their own
- The tabligi-jamaat ladies who spoke fluently in English, much to the amazement of the others.
- And then there was me, imploring Allah swt to bless me with guidance and tolerance to bear them all !
Gradually I realized that each one of them, was fighting their own battle silently. Many silent prayers were being made ~ many silent tears were being shed and many quiet hopes were raised. For that moment in time, we all were in it together ~ each with his own individual issue, his own complex, insecurity, ordeal, trial, suffering. We were all there together, looking after eachother’s needs, our belongings, our luggage, our food and our chappals (slippers )too !!
That feeling of being together, inspite of not having ANYTHING in common except your belief in Allah swt and being at a certain place, performing specific rituals, and making small and big sacrifices just to please the Almighty, is a very unusual but special feeling. We met as strangers and parted as sisters.
If that’s not self-discovery ~ what else can be !!
May we all discover ‘THAT” amongst the 1 billion muslims in the world today, that one feeling of “brotherhood/sisterhood” is enough to bind us all together, inshallah. Ameen.