There's a msa7arati who passes by our neighbourhood every night, I've noticed him a few years ago as he began this annual tradition of reminder of the immanent dawn; his subtle call for the dormant to seek God in those moments of temporal obscurity, before the thin thread of light crosses paths with darkness as it sweeps it away like spilled milk on dark marble.
He passes by every single night, almost at the same time, as if his choreographed appearance was part of a play that's been showing for decades; he's grown aware of the art of timing, and the importance of being in the right place at the right time, a philosophical exercise of movement and intellect, a predestined commitment of sorts.
Sometimes, it takes a passing drummer to wake up our numb conscience, the one that became comfortable with its idle existence and stationary presence; That passing drummer who's set out on a journey of awakening, wakes up more that bodies and minds. Sometimes; he wakes up souls that have been lying in slumber for millennia, unaware of their potential, not in the material world of gain and loss, but in the world of the unearthly pleasures of contentment; giving, and forgiving.
The msa7arati still passes by every night, but this year; I'm already awake and seeking God's guidence, as he makes his way to tomorrow.
Ramadan Kareem.
yen3ad 3aleik bel se77a wel salameh Ammar afandi :)
ReplyDeleteI am one who believes that many people you meet in life are a msa7arati. I've known some people for many years and they've been just friends, but recently many of them - through their own experiences over time - have come to know and learn things that I myself have either overlooked or ignored. But, regardless of their own faiths, beliefs, customs, values or lifestyles, they throw in a word or two - of encouragement, comfort, solace, or scold - that wake me up from my own ignorance, to start seeing things differently... more importantly, starting to know who my SELF really is.
The msa7arati's role really isn't to remind people to eat, but rather to wake up for something grander than we are.
Wo 3aleik and all your loved ones K, you're right in so many ways, there are many msa7aratih's in our lives, they come along and wake something up within us and leave, leaving their effect behind, and those, might not even be aware of their effect, which makes the awakening endure, due to the selfless nature of those who passed by.
ReplyDeleteMargaret/Alana, Thank you, I'm glad you're enjoying the blog.
رَمَضان كريم عمّار ، ينعاد عليك بالصحة و السلامة
ReplyDeletekull 3am wa 2nta b alf khair.
ReplyDeleteWo 3aleiki and all your family ya Noura.
ReplyDeleteAnon, wo inti b alf khair inshallah.
That gave me chills. I think you were a masa7araty to a little misunderstanding I've been having with myself this Ramadan.
ReplyDeleteRamadanak mbarak inshAllah :)
I've never thought of myself as a msa7arati to anyone's problems, but that's quite a compliment Batoul, I'm glad I could be of help, it's probably one of the wonders of Ramadan, a butterfly effect of inner peace that reaches all those who are seeking it.
ReplyDeleteRamadan Kareem to you and all your loved ones.
very nice .. Ramadan Kareem
ReplyDeleteAnon, Thank you, Ramadan Kareem to you and all your loved ones.
ReplyDeleteAlthough belatedly read, now at the end of Ramadan, I find this post to be...timeless. Thank you for your words.
ReplyDeleteRamadan Kareem and Eid Mubarak Ummfarouq, Thank you :)
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