The Unforeseen Excursion to Petition Amidst a Tempest
It was the last hour of the evening, and the virus was serious to such an extent that it appeared to pierce through the bones. The downpour was pouring down vivaciously, as though reporting the following section with every raindrop. I was getting back from a work excursion in another city, and regardless of the vehicle’s radiator running, the chill was tangible. In my heart, there was just a single craving — to arrive at home rapidly, creep into bed, and track down comfort under the glow of covers.
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The roads were totally abandoned, not a spirit in sight, and individuals had shrewdly gotten themselves into the glow of their comfortable homes during this cool season.
As I transformed my vehicle into the natural rear entryway, a shadow got my attention in the midst of the downpour soaked gleam of the vehicle’s headlights. A figure, covered with seemingly plastic packs, was gradually clearing its path through the rear entryway, keeping away from the puddles. I was flabbergasted. Who could be outside in such a tempest? I felt an ache of dread, contemplating whether some impulse had constrained this individual out into the storm. I left my vehicle close to him and, bringing down the window, inquired, “Sibling, where are you going? Allow me to give you a lift.”
He took a gander at me and answered with appreciation, “Thank you, sibling, however I’m not going the distance. I live close by, so I’ll walk.” I was unable to contain my interest and asked curiously, “Where are you heading at this hour?” He answered tranquilly, “To the mosque. I’m the muezzin, and I will give the Fajr (pre-sunrise) call to petition.” His response left me in wonder, and as he left, I wound up lost in novel insights.
Have we at any point considered who, in the freezing cold of the evening or in the midst of a tempest, raises the call to supplication? Who advises us that “request is superior to rest”? Who urges us to turn towards petition, towards progress?
When was the last time somebody broadcasted, “Come towards petition, come towards progress”?
Furthermore, how certain is this person of the achievement that comes from satisfying this obligation, to such an extent that neither the cold nor the downpour can deflect him?
In our current reality where a great many people revel in the glow of their comfortable beds, this singular ascents to satisfy his obligation. That is the point at which I understood that clearly, such individuals show acquired Allah’s kindness, and through their favors, the world keeps on working.
I needed to welcome him as he left, however he was at that point gone. After a second, as the air reverberated with the call of Allahu Akbar (Allah is the Best), my feet instinctually turned towards the mosque.
Have we at any point mulled over how, in the cold of the evening, a tempest, or heavy storm, somebody rises up to declare the significance of Allah? What number of us value the excellence of the call to supplication that punctures through the tranquility of the evening?
Today, strolling towards the mosque in the virus felt improved than the glow of a comfortable bed and the charm of rest.
May Allah award us the strength, assurance, and capacity to play out our five everyday supplications with assembly.