A Sacred Journey
My journey began in Al Madinah, prophet Muhammad's burial place, along with his faithful companions. In order to get a chance to pray the maghreb prayer at Al Masjed Al Nabawi, I had to be there at least 20 minutes before the prayer time. But what really caught my eye was something I had never seen. A young child, one of many who were roaming around, approached me with a smile, persuading people to join him and his family for iftar at their area of the mosque, an ongoing tradition adopted from religion in ramadan. The child took me by the hand, insisting that I have iftar with them and pray by his side. I would sit not knowing who had prepared the meal, only that he is sitting amongst us.
The children were not doing it for money, nor because they were forced to. It was something that came from the heart. I learnt that these families would take up spots in Al Masjed Al Nabawi, and prepare meals to feed everyone in order to get ajer. They would compete with one another to feed as many people as they can, in order to keep the tradition going. It was a sight that showed that there was no distinction there amongst people. You’d find people of all kinds sitting around one meal. The happiness and joy that I saw on the child’s face whenever he looked back to see all those people he had gathered is a sight that will remain carved in my memory for a long time to come.
And then I set off to Mecca, the prophets birth place. Being there gave me a feeling of tranquility, my mind was at ease. It was here that Islam was found. Spending a few days there in the holy month of Ramadan gave me a taste of the real flavor of Ramadan. Everything stops, shops close and there is almost no activity when it's time for prayer. Everyone stands, people of all divisions of Islam, side by side, shoulder to shoulder, equal before Allah. When they said money cant buy happiness, I really must agree on that because the feeling you get at Mecca is nothing money can buy.
An unforgettable journey that had to end too soon. Before realizing it, it was time to go back home, with wonderful memories and with the hope of getting the chance to go through this experience once again.
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