Last Friday already. Jum’atul Vida. Alvida Juma. The Farewell Friday. I still can’t believe how I missed it. That time when you realize how just those the criticality of those five minutes and of the probability of just one auto rickshaw agreeing to go in the direction of the mosque. Well, this adds another first…
Lightning never strikes the same place twice, but what about Irony? I wonder if there is a term for Irony striking the same way twice. It is one thing to abstain from food and drink, to sit inside a coffee shop for a client meeting while the aroma of coffee beans tries to make you…
Ramadan means many things. Ask anyone randomly, and naturally, most responses would have something to do with giving up food and drink during this month. Words like abstinence and self-restraint. Expressions which speak of the act of physical denial. The second tier of responses would take on the form of what would constitute achieving a…
All that talk over the past couple of days about endurance and patience and keeping it all together. Who would’ve known that things would take a turn the way you want them to so soon, even if it is one small turn? Hope might a tricky thing, but that’s not a thought for now. Hope…
“So which of the favors of your Lord would you deny?” Thirty one times. The same question. Yesterday’s fumbling about with endurance began to make some sense. Most things in life start making sense after hearing the recitation of this verse. Surah Rahman was recited during Taraweeh last night.
“Farashkhaane se Shabana…Sehrish aapka intezaar kar rahi hain. Baraaye meherbaani unse miliye.” “Sehri? Who is supposed to ‘meet’ Sehri now? Aren’t we here for Iftar?” Mosques, traditionally, have been considered to be centers of congregation for matters of religion. In recent years, there has been some bemoaning over the loss of its status as a…
As is the rule, the weekend came with its Iftar invitation. Maybe it’s just me, but has anyone ever felt a sad twinge at not being able to brag out loud to the Iftar host that “in anticipation of the feast, I didn’t eat anything all day”. Because you know that all that you’ll get…
This Ramadan, among other firsts which I mentioned right at the beginning of this month, another got added to the list. Missing Friday prayers during Ramadan. And this week, reached there just as the khutba was about to begin. Nothing else, just plain laziness and not paying attention to time. Funnily, which isn’t what happens…
If the first Iftar while stuck in traffic has happened already, how could the first Iftar all by myself be far behind? There are times when I end up saying the same prayers twice. Not out of forgetfulness; out of a mix of laziness, compulsiveness and a lack of time and space of the right…
Cold. Cough. Chances of a fever. Nothing much to do except trying to sleep through the day, in the hope that the time to break the fast would be nigh on waking up. The rain and thunder made sure there wasn’t as much sleep.