Ramadan Reflection – Midpoint 9 October 2006Posted by MOZAFFAR in MOZAFFAR, Spirituality, Theology.
Ramadan is now beginning its departure.
Look forward to the last two weeks by way of looking back on the past two weeks. Rather than get excited or disappointed by your use or misuse of the precious hours of the past two weeks, take an honest moment to look at yourself. Look at who/what you really are. Figure out how to build on it. But, don’t get frustrated. Don’t give up hope.
Consider the case of the woman who had [a certain type of prohibited intimate relations]. Her mate left her. She was left alone with her child.
But, she took her child and buried him/her.
Now, she seeks the answer that so many of us seek for ourselves: is there hope for her with God?
She talks to so many pious individuals, and consistently, she is told, “NO.”
She reaches the Prophet -p- and tells him her story. As she reveals the graphic details, he keeps turning his head away; we should not disclose our sins and indecencies.
But, she asks him — is there hope for her?
Of course. Of course.
She — right then and there — prostrates to God, seeking His forgiveness.
Or consider the case of the man who sometimes used to laugh and sometimes used to cry.
When his companions asked him why he laughed, he told them that in his days of polytheism he once went on a journey and realized that he left his god at home. So, he took a bunch of dates, and molded them together in the shape of his god.
But, on his trip, as he grew hungry, he had to eat his god.
Thus, he used to laugh.
When his companions asked him why he cried, he told them that in his days of polytheism, he once had a daughter. Even though it was tradition that he should bury his daughter, he didn’t want to; he really, really loved her.
But, he was loyal to his traditions. He finally brought himself to bury her.
As he is shovelling the dirt over her, she notices that his beard is catching dirt. So, she reaches up, and pats his beard to get the dirt out…while she is getting buried alive.
Thus, he used to cry.
Is their hope for forgiveness for him? Of course. Of course.
Had Islam not reached this man’s heart, he would have probably died as a two-bit drunk.
But, we remember what happened on that fateful day, when he plotted to kill the Prophet -p. Islam embraced his heart (by way of his sister).
He is the person I’m named after, who went on to become one of the greatest Muslims, one of the most influential individuals to have walked the earth. Umar b. al-Khattab.
Is there hope for me? Of course. Of course.
Look forward to the final two weeks of this beloved month.