Transforming the head into a cataclysmic meltdown, as the sweet hit renders the brain to function in numb zombie mode, while nafs dance a lunatic rumba.
After some time, when a blurred composure seemed to slowly return, I began contemplating the word ‘sweet’ in the context of this Mubarak month.
Was it the cool sensation of the Zamzam hitting a parched throat upon hearing the Adhan from Masjid Nabawi?
Was it the salty taste from tears trickling down to the lips? Tears of gratitude for being Muslim and for the honour of welcoming this most generous guest into the home for a month?
Was it hearing the voice of a loved one far away in another corner of the globe?
Was it watching a toddler laugh and play with his father while sitting in the courtyard?
Was it that indescribable feeling of the right hand stretching out to give to one less fortunate?
The more I considered ‘sweet’ the more my thoughts moved from the sensual to the spiritual, and to the notion of ‘sweeter’
The sweet pastries seemed to lose their appeal.
The sensation of the forehead in Sajdah is sweeter.
The finger in Tashahhud, affirming the wonder of Shahadah over and over is sweeter.
The sight of a lone believer, hands raised, engrossed in a private conversation with Allah Ta’ala is sweeter.
The amplified recitation of the Holy Qur’an in the longer standing of Taraweeh, and now Qiyamul Layl is sweeter.
The joy in a young child’s voice telling of their first Ramadhan fasting is sweeter.
The experience of a young couple travelling from Makkah, whilst there for Umrah, catching a bus to this City of Light, giving Salam to the Noble Resident, our Beloved Prophet SallAllahu alaihi wassalm, and then making the return journey a few hours later is sweeter.
Witnessing others seeking Laylatul Qadr, and taking refuge in Masaajid for the last ten days is sweeter.
And so much more. So much more, SubhanAllah.
But surely the ‘sweetest’ is all that is ghaib. All that we cannot see, taste, hear, touch.
Jibreel Alaihis Salam comes during these last ten nights revealing two wings, from his hundreds , that reach from horizon to horizon, are only ever displayed at this majestic time.
Angels descend giving Salam.
Forgiveness is showered in abundance.
Beseeching is answered.
We are granted freedom the Jahannam.
We are promised prizes beyond our imagination on the last night as rewards for our abstinence.
While ultimately, ‘the sweetest’ would be to see Allah Ta’ala, His Habib SallAllahu alaihi wasallam, all other Prophets and Angels Alaihum Salam, the Sahabah RadhiAllahu anhum, the Awliya, Rahmatullah alaihum, cherished scholars, martyrs and frolic with all our loved ones.
May our searching throughout these nights, lead to the sweetest for one and all, Ameen.
May we be blessed with the sweetest taste of pure mercy and salvation.
May our hearts sense the placing of the Banner of Praise between heaven and earth, the Banner of Forgiveness on the Dome of Felicity, the Banner of Mercy on the Ka’abah and the Banner of Genresotiy on the Dome of the Rock.
Ameen Ameen Ameen.
The venerable Moses prayed to his Lord on Mt Sinai, saying: “O my Lord, You are close to me. Let me be close to You.” He heard the voice of the Almighty reply: “O My Converser, I bring near to Me those who keep vigil and worship Me on the Night of Power.” Moses continued: “O my Lord, I wish to be worthy of Your Divine Mercy.” The Glorious and Exalted said: O Moses, those who treat the poor with compassion on the Night of Power are worthy of My Mercy.”
Moses then made yet another supplication: “O my Lord, I wish to cross safely over the Bridge.” The Exalted lord replied: “O Moses, anyone who gives alms and spends in charity on the Night of Power will cross that dark and dreadful Bridge in safety and at lightning speed.”
The Bridge called Sirat stretches in darkness between Paradise and Hell. The greater a person’s light of faith, the easier it will be for him to cross that Bridge. We must not forget that the life of this world is also such a bridge and the way of Islam is its safe crossing. For those who have faith, do good works, are content with Allah and earn His approval, it will be a quick and easy matter to cross the Sirat, just as they cross the bridge of this world in safety and without mishap.
To return to the venerable Moses, who was praying to the Lord on Mt Sinai: “O my Lord,” he pleaded, “I wish to enter your Paradise and enjoy its bliss, to shelter in the shade of its heavenly trees and to eat its abundant fruits.” The Almighty reply came: “O Moses, those who glorify Me on the Night of Power will enjoy these bounties in My Paradise.”
The venerable Moses continues: “O my Lord, I beg for salvation from Your Fire.” “O My Converser, those who seek forgiveness on the Night of Power will find salvation from My Fire.”
The venerable Moses then prayed: “O my Lord, I yearn for Your approval. Be pleased with me!” The All-Glorious One replied: “O Moses, My approval will be won by those who perform a prayer of two cycles for My sake on the Night of Power.”
May all who seek, find Laylatul Qadr. May destinies scribed on this Night lead to an increase in our faith, Ameen
Insha’Allah we are going to perform Umrah, a Hajj with our Beloved Prophet SallAllahu alaihi wasallam, and time calls to focus on the ’sweetest’, so I take your leave for a little while. You are in my Du’a. Please keep this needy speck in yours. Revisit Laylatul Qadr for Adiyah and links.
All good is from Allah Ta’ala whereas mistakes are from this humble speck. May Allah Ta’ala Bless all readers, bringing you all closer to Him and His Rasul SallAllahu alaihi wasallam. May He accept our humble efforts and grant us the capacity to be good and do good. Ameen.