The celebration of life
Memory is very much like a whirlpool of emotions - joy, unhappiness, anxiousness, the aroma of Eid - they ravage my thoughts.
I can still remember the sweet days when I was a toddler, the beautiful smell of Eid radiating through the courtyard, my grandfather and father taking me to the Eidgah for the salaah, my mother making us delicious faluda, noodles, payesh - it was divine. Like the most beautiful day in the world, joy and happiness radiating in the air around me. Everyone, even the poorest of the poorest, forgot their sufferings and joined in the great celebration of life.
This is one reason why I never want to leave where I am standing now. The celebration of life.
Life is so wonderful. It can make you happy as you can be in one summit, and unhappy in the other. But if we can bond both of them together, into faith, thereupon dawns the victory of man.
Allah, Glorified and Exalted be He, has created and blessed life to be such a great celebration. The Sun breaking through the clouds, beneath a deep blue background, the odic birds waking man from his deep slumber, the snowy polar bear swimming amidst the breaking ice, the beaver chipping away at the leaning tree, and the greatest sight of them all - man bowing prostrate to the glory of his Lord, underneath the beautiful canvas of nature.
‘Blessed is He in whose hands is the Kingdom- who is powerful over everything- who has created death and life, so that He might test you as to which among you [proves that he] is good in conduct.’ al-Qurán 67: 1-2