I GOT EID BEFORE EID !!!!!!
A FACT! A STORY ! AN EXPERIENCE !!!
wrote by my dearest brother in Islam
~ Khalid Bin Umar
~It was as usual the evening to jubiliation !
Night full of Fragrance and Light !
The Night of Moon ( Chaand Raat). We call it Channd Raat here in India. The night before the day of Eid .
I travelled all the way long to Allahabad ( Native Town) from my place of working. It was only late before midnight that I reached there. All the people were waiting for my arrival. They became happy to find me there amongst them...........
Since I went there after a long span , I intended to visit the Bazaars ( Market) of the city more of because I had to buy a lot of things for me also than to see it........One of my aunt said that If I am going to a stroll to the market , I might bring some dry fruits and sweeteners also for her which she could not get so far..........I was happy to help her this way ......
I went out to the market . Everything seemed to be shining. Everybody seemed to be jubiliant.......There was no glooom , no darkness no distress........Everybody running to fetch something for himself.......People flocking at some places asking for their desired things.........There were two rows of sellers.........Everything except an Aeroplance was available I think , Girls were mad over the jewellery and dresses. Boys were trying Kurtas and other garments.........Somebody testing goggles at night .........Someone testing the shoes .........Someone crying for return of money..........some crying to take the money.........so it was all businss a real busy ness..........I walked down the main Road which was famous for its Chand Raat Bazaar.........
I purchased the required sweetners for Sweet dish and dry fruits etc as per the demand and while I was passing through the street I noticed that a girl, a small girl with her burqa clad mother was looking a garment for herself . She was so happy to touch that garment that her eyes were shining and was looking at the garment again and again and showing to her mother..........i saw the daughter and her mother with curiousity for a moment and then I proceeded further in to the market..........
While walking on I was lost in memories of past , I visualized how happy we used to be while we were small children, how mad we went when used to see the cresent of Eid ul Fitr....I was thinking what a lovely thing this childhood is,,,,,,A child is just like a prince, his parents treat him lilke a prince, whatever he wishes is arranged for him , her mother stares at the face of her child waiting for his demand to be fulfilled as soon as possible..........In childhood we have no fear, no worry , nothing to broil about...... I remembered those lines of Christopher Morley "
The greatest poem ever knownIs one all poets have outgrown:The poetry, innate, untold,Of being only four years old.
I strolled down on and on and but actually I was in deep thoughs of the days bygone, I thought why is it so that the same Eid was much more jubiliant and memorable some years ago when we were a child than the Eid of today, why is it so that we have lost those spirit of happines those actual happines......where have gone those immaculate and naive feeling of true happiness.........I realized that we are losing the true spirit of our happiness day by day , now everything and every occasion is just a formality , the true spirit and sense has lost......................
The reason to me is that we have gone far away from our Deen , we have forgot the ways of our Prophet SAW , we have placed DUNYA in our heart and and have displaced LOVE OF ALLAH AND RASOOL SAW out of our heart.......... We have accumulated wealth of this world and let the wealth of the Deen go away.........We have stored money in our house and have lost everything in our life,True love, affection, coutesy ,submission, care, sympathy, realtions, mother, father, brother, sister, home, mosque, Deen , Sunnah , modesty we have lost everything at the cost of this wordly wealth, .....Ah where we have come ...........and where we had been ...........Ya Allah .........if this worldy wealth costs us so much , we were much better a poor but Pious and a firm believer thatn a wealthy but weightless muslim only a paper , a muslim by name.............O Allah we have money and only money in our pocket and our heart are dirty with the lust of the worldy and temporary filths..........O Allah make us a Muslim not by name but by actions,,,,, Make Muslim at heart........
I remmeber the words of our Beloved Prophet SAW which the Prophet made to Abuzar about valuing five things:
Value youth before old age, sound health before sickness, wealth before want, leisure before occupation, and life before death ...
But we never seem to pay attention to these wise words..........we are losing everything day by day but never care to think for even a while.......
while travelling in these thoughts I forgot that I have left the market way back and I must return immeidately in order to reach home in time........I stopped at once and turned myself again to the way back............Once agian I was in the bazaar ( Market ) ,,,,,,I saw that the crowd has doubled ....people are pouring from all directions.....on and on...........and while passing by the market I once again saw that girl and mother .......at the same shop but with a different scene........Now the mother was arguing with the shopkeeper, the face of the girl was disturbed one, she was just about to cry and drops of tears shining at the border of the eyes..........and then I saw that the shopkeeper snatched that garment from the hands of that girl............now the girl ....broke dwon......she was in tears now.......the mother was now furious but at the same time i heard her voice like a weeping mother .she was cursing that shopkeeper .........that shopkeeper too seemed to be a ill-bred guy, by this time I had reached at the very shop and i was just before that shopkeeper.. and i sensed the whole matter .......I understood that the garment was cosltly and expensive and the girl is bent upon taking the same but the shopkeeper is refusing and besides he is misbehaving...and treating badly......
Now i was before that guy......A youngman..........I asked the shopkeeper without any prior introduction ......... how much is this suit ? He put that garment before me .........Three hundred rupees ........I took that garment in my hand touched it,,,,,,,,it was a very nice fabric embroidered with a very fine and beautiful carvings and designs........it was really a marvellous one..........Both the girl and her mother were looking at me..........too curious ......fearful that I might purchase that garment ........I without any further argument........put three hundred rupees to the shopkeeper and the shopkeeper immediately packed that suit in a nice small box and handed over to me........now the girl was weeping as the hopes of getting that garment were gone........and the shopkeeper was happy to show the mother that this is how he sells his suits.............i threw a cursory glance at the burqa ( Black veil from top to bottom worn by muslim women in Indian subcontinent) it was torn from different places and was a clear sign that she was a very poor lady .....the girl was also shabbily clad....with almost worn out chappals......Ah....poverty sometimes plays this way......how pitiful one becomes...... Now the girl's face was like a blown off lamp..........withered flower......tears rolling down the eyes.....I stepped forward and asked ....
" Kya Naam hai Apka ? ( What is your name )
Fatima She replied.........I was rememberd of Hadhrat Fatima Bint MUhammad Radhiallah u anhu........
Once our prophet SAW returned from a journey outside Madinah. He went to the mosque first of all and prayed two rakats as was his custom. Then, as he often did, he went to Fatimah's house before going to his wives. Fatimah welcomed him and kissed his face, his mouth and his eyes and cried.
"Why do you cry?" the Prophet asked.
"I see you, O Rasul Allah," she said, "Your color is pale and sallow and your clothes have become worn and shabby." ."O Fatimah," the Prophet replied tenderly, "don't cry for Allah has sent your father with a mission which He would cause to affect every house on the face of the earth whether it be in towns, villages or tents (in the desert) bringing either glory or h umiliation until this mission is fulfilled just as night (inevitably) comes."
I asked that girl ----Aaapko ye suit pasand hai ..( Do you like this suit)
haan ( Yes) She replied
Agar Aaapk ye suit mil jaye to ( IF you get this one ?)
ye bohat mahnga .......she could not complete ( It is too costly ) and started weeping.
Roiye nahi ! Agar aap Allah se mangey to wo aapko zarur dega InshaAllah ( Dont cry ! If you ask Allah swt for this He will award yu surely Insha Allah )I saw she raised her hands and made dua.....
I handed over the suit to her........and said " Ye Allah pak ne aapko diya hai " Allah has given you this one ........she was stunned..........she said nahi .......No and steppd back.........I told him that I am like her elder brother....and she should accept this. She saw in the eyes of her mother for the approval.......
I turned to her mother and said " Khala ! Kya main apke betey jaisa nahi hoon ? (Aunt Am i not like your son ?)
She too started weeping.......she nodded in positive........and the girl took the packed from my hands..........the mother started to tell that her husband was a truck driver who died in a road accident and now she as a house maid to feed herself with this girl........beta ! Jeetey raho Allah tumhe khush rakhe ! ( Long live my son and May Allah keep you happy ! ) .She had no words to speak and both of them were in tears..........I said ab aap jayen aur Eid ka kuchh intezam hai ki nahi ( Now you go and tell me whether you have arranged somethig for eid or not ?) she said " Han beta ....Allah ka shukr hai (Yes Thanks to Allah ) .......
Now I was getting late and asked for leave "Now I must go .........and turned back.......the girl screamed ......Bhaiya ....Bhaiya aapka nam kya hia( Brother what is your name.............) ....
I had to turn my face to reply " Fatima ka Bhai " Brother of Fatima.."
I saw tears of joy ......tears of happiness coming out of the eyes of the girl........But I didnt stop and kept walking on.....
Now I realized that I had to purchase one cap for my self and I had no money in my pocket...........
I increased my pace to return home soon ..........I had a look in the sky .......it looked that stars were smiling and whole sky was enjoying Eid......I was feeling ecstasic........My heart was full of light and true happiness...It seemed I was walking over skies ........ ........ I shall remember his Eid always which made me aware of true happiness...I had got eid before Eid.
There was no one happier than me at that moment . I thanked Allah .
I was reminded of a saying "your true happiness is the result of your efforts in making others happy"
Learning to make others happy with the purest love you ever can let flow through you is one of the most divine experiences on earth while having a physical body. .
Remember ALLAH is with you every single second - every single second - whatever you do, however you do what you do, ALLAH loves you every single second, ALLAH is ready "to take your hand" and help you, to heal you from any damage you have done to yourself, to uplift you with his infinite Love.
I shall remeber this Eid always as I had tasted Eid before the day of Eid. True happiness is not in getting something for us but in giving to others.
Last update : 20-01-2005 10:45
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