For Whom The Bell Tolls
I was in my room getting dressed for a friend's engagement this evening when I heard the local muezzins start their call for Isha prayer. It was around eight o'clock and we were all busy, wrestling with starched collars and tight trousers, the happy complications of a carefree existence. I was tied up trying to negotiate with a particularly tricky necktie and it wasn't until halfway through the adhaan that I caught a small voice, announcing the demise of one of our neighbours. I didn't catch their name but the announcement came from a nearby mosque and informed listeners that the funeral would be the next morning. And the contrast struck me so forcefully. Here I was getting ready to go to my friend's engagement party, to a house full of flowers and laughter and the delightful pranks of happy relatives and yet a few metres away stood a house of grief and mourning. There would be no laughter there tonight. Only tears and sadness and the slow, painful process of involution that follows a loved one's departure from this world.
It was a sobering moment. May God have mercy on the deceased and may He make it easy for the family to endure this difficult period.
4 Comments:
yeah tau allah taala ka nizaam hai na, koi aata hai koi jaata hai, koi hansta hai koi rota hai....it a cylce which every one goes through one o rthe other time in his life. we can only be grateful to allah for what we have .
Yeah, that's life. I think in a way it keeps reminding us that this world is not the end and that whatever we do we must keep our aakhirah in mind. Like the world tells us that you live only once, enjoy, make the most, blah blah blah. But that's all a lie.
Inna Lillahi Wa Inna Ileihi Rajioon.
Ushi, Bushra: too true. Gratitude and responsibility go hand in hand.
Deb: thank you for visiting.
Post a Comment
<< Home