...There is sweetness beneath strangeness- in breaking your fast with a date and milk, as you finally feel coolness traveling down your parched throat, in performing ablution with water trickling to tired ankles in summer evenings. There is a certain closeness that settles as the mosque is filled on the 27th night of Ramadan when you must coil yourself tightly to find room on the last inch of the prayer carpet, and the synchronized and stretched Ameeeeen that echoes at the end of each Fatiha. Hopefulness is found in placing calloused palms upward and conversing with God, knowing that fate is as malleable as silver wire, in seeing the blazing sunrise paint the skies anew right after Fajr when you are desperately pleading for a sign. Warmth will envelop you when suddenly you are greeted with peace from someone who you barely know, it will pay a visit again in the form of a storekeeper who always gives tea and cookies with wrinkled hands at the door- he says we are his guests from God, I hope you grow to remember the serenity strangeness has provided, hope the fragrance of its sweetness lingers long after you have moved away and it reminds you to return, that you do not learn to hate or fear your own kind because of the ugliness others have sketched, that your mouth never has to spill apologies just because you are a muslim. Islam began as something strange and it will return to being strange, so blessed are the strangers I wish you strength to always see the blessings.
Posted on: Tue, 24 Jun 2014 01:41:57 +0000
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