Note: I am neither here to preach nor to recover some of the lost readership that unfollowed my blog the day when they realized that
I was a Muslim. I am not complaining here. Sadly, the impression that a few Muslims (or so-called “Muslims”) leaves on the minds of others is such that cause people to restrain from being in touch with Muslims. It is even sad that in this modern world there are people who are afraid of some particular classes or types. The following article is just a feeling of a Muslim during the holy month of Ramadan.
For everyone else Allah loves you too so…don’t freak out 😀 Ramadan: A Shelter in Time
With all the discomfort around, with all the distress, with all the fears; life seems like a whirlpool and you, like a helpless straw, keep circling and moving towards an unknown direction. Then comes a time that ends every turmoil and disturbance. The time I am talking about is the time when you feel connected to the Highest Almighty Authority. You feel like a helping hand is being extended from somewhere unknown and taking you out of everything. Calm sets in and they announces the Ramadan moon has been sighted in your country.
What a beautiful feeling it is! People start to pray, to do all the possible good deeds to get close and closer to God. They Fast. They pray. Even sleeping during the day, if you are not skipping any prayer becomes Ibadah. Each and every moment, you feel like you are wrapped in a protective shawl that lets nothing cause any harm.
Readers would be thinking that why I am emphasizing on this month? This month is very important month in Islam. 9th month according to the lunar calendar. Each and every Muslim feel herself/himself submerged in blessings. Ask some other Muslim and you may know for sure. (watch out! if you are afraid of the “preacher types” lol)
Everyone have those moments in life when you feel that connection, but imagine this connection for a Month!
Weather influence my quality of thought in all the ways it can. When the day before yesterday the sun wore the shawl of clouds and stopped gazing down continuously, things started getting back to normal. Today, I am completely sane. The clouds have covered the sky and temperature is not at the boiling point of mind.
With the cool breeze and the view of grey shade in the sky a thought came into my mind. Is the intensity of my thankfulness is equal to my whinning? What if the weather remains the same throughout the year? What if all the water sinks into the earth or gets evaporated? What if the air gets lost into the infinite space out there? What if each and everyone around you turns into your enemy? Even on wordpress what if people start commenting hatefully on your blog? I become your enemy and you become my enemy? Why do we ponder over pains, sorrows, and negativity?
Where does this tendency of forgetting the good things come from?