The Feeling is Undescribable
We sat at the carpark, admiring the beauty of Allah's creation. The sunset drove in at the corner of my eye. Dirty, small and filthy atmosphere up at the carpark, seems different to me out there in the open. The wind blew in my face while whispering whispers, flapping my tudung. The rain stopped. From that 5th storey of the carpark, scenes of the youngsters were exhibited. Smoking, kissing, laughing, sitting and loitering like there is no tomorrow. This couple really need a room, or maybe they can't afford one. But that wasn't my purpose there, I was there to rebond the friendship that we share. Both of us love to enjoy the beautiful world that hardly people notice, from places like especially the carpark. It brings me to places I never know I could inside of me. I know that it was nearing to Maghrib(one of the time we need to pray in a day in the evening), but however the day still seem to be brighter than normal like there is something that wants me to open my eyes and observe, far more important.
Though we were different from them and were also loitering but we gripped those magical moments that we were about to experience.... And I hope that this true story of mine touch your heart too.
A man, probably a Malay or maybe an Indian Muslim or is it an immigrant, wearing just normal pants and white T-shirt came up from the interchange, walking across the field. The field which no one would step into as it was too muddy and probably with long grass. All of a sudden he swooped down and touch the ground, and put onto his hands, face, head, ears and legs. He keep on walking as though finding something there. We were puzzled. He suddenly face a direction that I am so familiar with, his hands up against his shoulders and then to his stomarch.
There we were experiencing the most purest and magical moment to me to have seen in Singapore. He was praying(sembahyang) there in the middle of the field. Without any mat, without anything to protect him from that moist ground, there he pray. Atmosphere gone dead quiet and the only thing I can hear was my heart beating, it was the same feeling I have when I was in Mekkah and Madinah.
The couple and the other youngsters stopped and look, but then still carry on with their activities, as though it is not cool and it is just so purely weird. My anger built up for this ignorant youngsters, but she cool me down and say, "wait till they know the circumstances later", I smiled. Evil and good were right in front of me and her, it shows that we have choices in life and it is up to us to which will make us happier. As for us, we can't pray that day. We did come back to the same place after a few days when we have the time, but nothing of the same happen.
Just like any human, I am not perfect and will never be, but I will always try and I know that the only way to keep me happy most is to keep close to Him. Something just lift you up and makes you fresh as though you have just hold the air around you. I am bad at this, the feeling is... such a wonderful feeling... like there is no one out there to get you... and all the beautiful creations of Allah are singing with you.
I wouldn't want a holiday, because it is just temporary excitement but being in Madinah and Mekkah, really makes me, me. The same feeling I feel when I saw the man praying in the middle of the field, it is so much of that feeling when I am in Madinah and Mekkah. How can my religion be the cause of all these violence? I know that true Muslims, are not the cause.
Though we were different from them and were also loitering but we gripped those magical moments that we were about to experience.... And I hope that this true story of mine touch your heart too.
A man, probably a Malay or maybe an Indian Muslim or is it an immigrant, wearing just normal pants and white T-shirt came up from the interchange, walking across the field. The field which no one would step into as it was too muddy and probably with long grass. All of a sudden he swooped down and touch the ground, and put onto his hands, face, head, ears and legs. He keep on walking as though finding something there. We were puzzled. He suddenly face a direction that I am so familiar with, his hands up against his shoulders and then to his stomarch.
There we were experiencing the most purest and magical moment to me to have seen in Singapore. He was praying(sembahyang) there in the middle of the field. Without any mat, without anything to protect him from that moist ground, there he pray. Atmosphere gone dead quiet and the only thing I can hear was my heart beating, it was the same feeling I have when I was in Mekkah and Madinah.
The couple and the other youngsters stopped and look, but then still carry on with their activities, as though it is not cool and it is just so purely weird. My anger built up for this ignorant youngsters, but she cool me down and say, "wait till they know the circumstances later", I smiled. Evil and good were right in front of me and her, it shows that we have choices in life and it is up to us to which will make us happier. As for us, we can't pray that day. We did come back to the same place after a few days when we have the time, but nothing of the same happen.
Just like any human, I am not perfect and will never be, but I will always try and I know that the only way to keep me happy most is to keep close to Him. Something just lift you up and makes you fresh as though you have just hold the air around you. I am bad at this, the feeling is... such a wonderful feeling... like there is no one out there to get you... and all the beautiful creations of Allah are singing with you.
I wouldn't want a holiday, because it is just temporary excitement but being in Madinah and Mekkah, really makes me, me. The same feeling I feel when I saw the man praying in the middle of the field, it is so much of that feeling when I am in Madinah and Mekkah. How can my religion be the cause of all these violence? I know that true Muslims, are not the cause.
posted by AzurAso'oD at 10:34 PM
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