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| The shadows of our worship remain... |
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| Maliha |
| 11/27/03 at 12:46:02 |
| [slm] The shadows of our Worship remains... [img]http://maliha.blogspot.com/eid.JPG [/img] [i]The shadows of our worship remain...long after the blessed month has eclipsed into a new one...filled with festivities and celebrations throughout the world. I miss Ramadhan but I do love Eid. Something about the palpable joy that emanates out of hearts filled with delight, the souls that congregate in Masajids big and small, yearning to hear the last sorrowful words...to give them a push into the realm of "regular" life and "regular" schedules. I miss the soulful nights of Taraweeh and Qiyaam, the bustling energies that strike off sparks in hearts of even the hardest of sinners. I do love scoping out the Eid congregations though..thousands of Pakistanis, Indians, Arabs, Caucasians, African Americans, Indonesians...the Eid prayer held at the heart of the capitol in DC looked like a forum hosted by the UN. Only under the Grace of Divine Worship can we all relish in spaces beyond our racial differences. I miss the warm coccoon of established practices, that only in the spaces of Ramadhan we seem to be able to accomplish...the new found relationship many of us find with the Quran, the realm of prostration that seem to never end, the generous streaks of giving and forgiving each worshipper fighting to outdo the next..each soul racing to Her Beloved's outstretched arms...yet the days of Eid are like the melodies of Heavens unlocked...singing secret promises of delight into each heart...These days are especially sealed by the emblem of bliss...Jannah seems so near, yet so far. I miss the nights of struggle, the moments where the fragile hearts break loose and dams of tears begin cascading from spaces so deep within, we can barely mention above a whisper. I miss those moments when every word of the Quran seems so heavy, when each syllable thunders, echoing through every crevice of our hollow beings, when the mountains within crash and the waves of torrential sorrow explode our heaving chests...those moments, so sacred, are not planned nor anticipated..they come engulfing us in His warm Embrace of Mercy and leave us spent on the seashores of our existences, thirstier than ever before, clamoring for another sip...another moment to realize a tip of our Beloved's Magnitude...we are left weary..and somehow a little more guiltier than ever before. Yet the days of Eid come upon all too soon, with breezes of Jannah to heal our sorrowful hearts...We feel the crystalline purity of the winds of Fajr (Dawn), we anticipate the penetrating sheaths of light that rent asunder the heavens above, breaking through the darkest pitch of night with promises of a new day. A new beginning. I feel the breezes of Mercy dancing within this shallow soul...pulling deeper into my own self. I tasted the bitter sweetness of worship...and it's this thirst that I carry with me, into the horizons of yet another chapter. Another Eid. Another Glorious opportunity to sing His Praises before my lips are stilled, and my heart is released from the cages of this existence. True Freedom reigns in spaces far above this fleeting life... A Real Eid Mubarak to you all. Sis in struggle :-)[/i] [wlm] |
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