Tuesday, September 05, 2006
Flowers from the Quran for the hiding Spring.
She had thoughts of remaining in the sun, basking in its glorious warmth. The day was cold and had brought little comfort to her. Save for the few moments spent in prayer and prostration. Those little moments of peace seemed so few, yet weighed so heavily on her mind.
She looked out the apartment window and watched the rays of light making patterns in the clouds, amidst a backdrop of clear blue sky. Moving, fluttering, changing. Her breath caught in her throat. The wonders she had been allowed to stand witness to. They amazed her. No words could say how much.
The house seemed empty. It felt empty. Maybe because there was little laughter, scarce warmth in it. The chilly winds from the Pacific did nothing to ease the cold. Hot chai lattes in the mornings were alright, once in a while. Little escapes from the cubbyhole helped her keep her sanity. But how much? How often could she run away, when she could not leave?
Her insights turned inwards. She silently prayed to Allah for help – to ease the burden in her heart. She felt so troubled by so many things, and she only had five times a day to let go of them and seek refuge in her faith. Tears were her constant companion, and they could not always be happy. She needed the sun and brightened days to remind her of Allah’s love, although she knew, it was always there, and all around. “By the glorious morning light, and by the night when it is still; your Lord has not forsaken you, nor is He displeased…” So she needed to bask in the sun’s glorious warmth.
But after she was done with Asar, the clouds had pulled closely together, as if in jemaah. The winds blew at a less leisurely speed. Then the heavens pulled apart, and the sky began to cry.
this has been a rant by Syazwina Saw at 1:16 am
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