Monthly Archives: January 2009

stunning

STUNNING!!!

These absolutely stunning photos and more from here. May Allah Ta’ala bless this brother and continue to increase his artistic ability so all can share these extraordinary moments from the Sacred Haramain, Ameen.

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.

fishy fridays

Every Friday after Juma’ah Salat is a traffic jam on the main road leading from Haram towards Masjid Quba and the Hijrah Road. The reason being the numerous fried fish establishments that are all clustered in the one small area that provide the tradional Friday fish lunch. Police presence attempts to control the cars from parking all over the place as brothers dash to buy this Friday ritual.

Preparations begin long before Juma’ah with quantities of fish being partially fried and displayed on large sheets of white paper ready to be selected and once again dipped in the bubbling oil to complete the cooking. Some prefer choosing the fresh fish directly from the freezer, but need to wait the extra time for it to be done. The majority weigh in at approximately one kilo, but smaller and larger are also available, with a variety of types.

The fish on the left is one of two that was our rizq. The brother slashes the sides with deep cuts, in a pattern that differs from that of other customers at the time so he knows who belongs to which fish! Sometimes there can be dozens in the vat at the one time all belonging to different people.

The brother was very happy for me to be taking photos encouraging me to get closer to the action as he tried to produce the most interesting ‘flinging’ into the oil and manipulating his skill for the camera!

The old scales with the golden pans added a unique decorative touch to this ‘shop’. Utensils are sparkling clean. He deftly uses a long hook to turn and then catch the fish when ready….

…when they are placed on a sieve for a moment to drain the oil, are sprinkled, or sometimes dredged in a spice mix, usually a mix of cumin, turmeric, chilli, coriander and maybe garlic. Each place has their individual mix, appealing to various tastes.

This line up, still in a ‘school’ of sorts, have partially been fried, awaiting customers to choose them. The tables are virtually on the pavement as the ‘shops’ do not have any doors or windows, but are totally open. Once home, the fish is commonly served with rice, of various styles, salad and a tahini sauce. The flesh is extremely soft and melts in the mouth, very delicious! Such a contrast to how the dried fish the Sahabah RadhiAllahu anhum brought back for Rasulullah SallAllahu alaihi wasallam from the miraculous incident with Al-Anbar SubhanAllah for the bounties bestowed upon us!

And, Alhumdulillah the cats are also treated on fishy Fridays!

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.

Sadaqah and Safar

Malik related to me from Yahya ibn Said from Abu’l-Hubab Said ibn Yasar RadhiAllahu anhum that the Messenger of Allah, SallAllahu alaihi wasallam said, “Whoever gives sadaqah from good earning – and Allah only accepts the good – it is as if he placed it in the palm of the Merciful to raise it, as one of you raises his foal or young camel, until it is high like the mountain “

There is a sister here in this Radiant City who almost every day wheels a trolley from Ambariyyah to Masjid Nabawi which is full of breads, yogurt, dates and several giant flasks of Arabic coffee to be distributed in and around the Masjid. Her trolley is about one cubic meter. A ply wood structure built on the common trolleys seen around the Haramain for transporting Zamzam water, luggage and supplies to various shops. It is painted the same deep green as the Blessed Abode of Felicity. We met in the courtyard as she was handing bread to some of the cleaning staff. She is a well known identity and can be found at the same pillar in the eastern section for ladies, where she energetically is seen serving those near and far around Maghrib time. Like thousands, I have often been revived with sips of the pungent coffee and the sweetness of the dates she offers as Sadaqah. She was telling me she hopes for her rewards to be presented to her on the Yaumul Qiyamah. May Allah Ta’ala accept her admirable deeds, and may all she has ever fed be a witness to her charity. May every morsel and every drop she has given be placed in the palm of the Mercilful, Subhanahu wa Ta’ala and be raised to become high like a mountain, Ameen.

After meeting her I walked towards the southern courtyard, passing by the continuing work along the eastern side adjacent to the Malikul Abdul Aziz door. It seems that it is not just the relaying of the marble slabs, but some underground work is being done also.

The late afternoon sun highlighting the brass features on the fence adds a golden glow to the permanent glow that illuminates the entire Universe from our Beloved Resident SallAllahu alaihi wasallam.

Work was in progress with the second umbrella being prepared to be placed on the pillar in front of Bab Jibreel.

As the time was nearing for the Maghrib Adhan, the umbrella frame, once vertical was secured into a metal base until work could resume later. The umbrella project has provided an intriguing form of entertainment as every stage of the process. Brothers were crowded around watching the skill of all those involved, who must be well practiced after the installation of dozens of umbrellas now. Alhumdulillah.

My attempts at nudging closer and closer to Bab Baqi and the Muwajahah.

The ethereal glory of Maghrib, and the welcoming of another day as brothers head for Salat.

The umbrella closest to the Green Dome in place.

The painting of the main part of the Dome is complete, but being close to Maghrib the physical shine seen in the photos from the last post is not as obvious. Alhumdulillah, the inner shine forever remains; Assalatu wassalamu alaika ya Sayyidi ya Rasulullah SallAllahu alaihi wasallam. The lower rim at the base of the Dome was still to be painted.

No image could do justice to the clouds that stoop to bless the Noble Nabi SallAllahu alaihi wasallam and his Mubarak City. A perpetually changing shawl enveloping all that the City holds, SubhanAllah.

A softness descends after the stark afternoon light, a gentleness that subdues any anxiety with a sublime serenity. Soak in it now, immerse the heart now! Sigh!

While the shadowy stillness of night seems to throws a protective shield over all, dramatically highlighting the umbrella’s spines….

…creating a web-like pattern in their density…

…and the Safar moon sits as silver cup, filled with an intoxicating mix that reminds us of the coming of Rabi ul Awwal, the first spring.  Arousing the heart’s memory of the approaching time when Allah Ta’ala bestowed the best spring gift upon this Ummah, Mubashshir, the Bringer of Glad Tidings SallAllahu alaihi wasallam.

For he was born to grace our Spring

With lilies, flowers, life’s rebirth

In a dome of green like his on earth

JUMA’AH MUBARAK!

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.

The Shining Green Gem

The Shining Green Gem in a sea of white pearls* is being painted! I leave you with the photos as words escape me…

Commenting on Muslimah’s query about the two photos in the previous post:

Bab Salam, looking through to Bab Baqi, and beyond. The right hand side wall along this distance is known as the Qibla Wall, as seen in the sections from the two images from the previous post, taken from a brilliant Hajj collection here. This wall marks the extension made to Masjid Nabawi inder the supervision of Sayyidna ‘Uthman ibn ‘Affan RadhiAllahu anhu. There are four lines of calligraphy extending the entire length of the wall. The upper three lines are Qur’anic verses, while the fourth line contains 130 names of our Beloved Prophet SallAllahu alaihi wasallam, based on Imam al-Jazuli’s Dala’il Khayrat. (scroll half way down for the list in English) The decorative brass banner in the first photo from the previous post is the Hadith, stating to the effect, that offering one Salat in Masjid Nabawi is equivalent to performing one thousand Salat. Insha’Allah for the brothers reading this, do share any other information with us.

Update: The ornamental brass arch way (which I have posted again for clarity) is one of four, two on either side of the Prophet SallAllahu alaihi wasallam’s original Mihrab. They mark where four doorways were positioned that led from the original Rowdha into the extended section. Three of these are present today, a legacy from the Ottoman time, each inscribed with Hadith. The fourth one is now incorporated within the Mubarak Hujrah. They are attached to a brass railing which represents the southern boundary of the Masjid at the time of our Beloved Rasul SallAllahu alaihi wasallam. Apart from the Hadith mentioned above, the others are: Between my house and my Mimbar is a Garden of Jannah, and Verily, Iman will return to Madinah like a snake to its hole.

This is the south-western corner of the courtyard where the majority of the umbrellas, like tentacles reach out, pierce the sky, as they are preapred to be covered.

*References, and the title of this post from Gibril Fouad Haddad’s ‘From the Two Holy Sanctuaries, A Hajj Journal’

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.

In the Meadow of Paradise

Transfixed in the centre of a diamond
where light shatters existence
into thousands of rainbows
captured in a tiny jeweled box as
bones and flesh dissolve into
a leaf-scrolled green carpet
fragrant with musk pearls
and rayhan emeralds
dripping from Angel wings
gliding over the viridescent
Abode
of the Seal of Prophethood SallAllahu alaihi wasallam
khuluqin `azim spoke our Rabb
there is an unending reward for you,
you are of a tremendous nature…
(68:4-5)
while his intimate companion in life
and in waiting lauded
as there is no darkness in the moonlight,
so is Mustafa, the well wisher, the bright

brilliant beads of light from every perspiration drop
from the perfection of his shining silver form
ebony eyed glances of mercy
illuminate hearts of stone
tears remorsefully flow
in attempts to weed the inner thorns and brambles
from inner wastelands of neglect
seeking
seeking
seeking
to ascend with this earthly Meadow
and be with the Rose Muhammad, the Praiseworthy

in Eternity’s Garden.

O Allah! Bless Your servant and Messenger, the Unlettered Prophet Muhammad, and the family of Muhammad. O Allah, bless Muhammad and the family of Muhammad, with blessings that are the source of Your pleasure [with him], a reward for him, and a fulfillment of his rights. Grant him a seat near You, and excellent and exalted degree, and the worthy station You have promised him. Grant him a fitting reward on our behalf, and grant him the best return You have granted any prophet on behalf of his people or any messenger on behalf of his nation, and bless his brethren among the prophets and righteous, O Most Merciful of the merciful.

Ameen.

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.

windows…

Looking through a small, extremely dusty, wire screen provides the only ‘view’ I have to the outside world, and then it is only for these few short weeks of winter. With the scorching summer conditions it is impossible to open any window. All have ancient sun bleached shutters in a vain attempt to lessen the desert fury. I relish these days of my tiny window onto the world of alley life with all its sights, sounds and smells! Morning moments bless the kitchen with bounteous rays of hearty sunshine. As I indulge in this shining luxury I think of the tiny windows that graced the homes of our Noble Ummuhatul Mu’mineen, RadhiAllahu anhunna. Being positioned high in the earth packed walls, they were certainly not for the pleasure of looking out, or of adorning with superfluous decoration.  I try not to become too enamoured of this winter treat, realizing that all will end, while reflecting on how much Allah Ta’ala blessed the Sahabah RadhiAllahu anhum with the extreme gift of placing their Akhirah in front of them rather than what can be seen through the windows of the eyelids. Their focus being inward was an insurance against that which did not benefit them, keeping their intentions and deeds pure, SubhanAllah!

I have been turning my focus outward with this short lived peeking out time!

I see and hear the cooing and parading of the ubiquitous pigeons, which I have encouraged even more as I place seed on the narrow ledge. SubhanAllah that come with such friendly greetings and looks of gratitude as they dance and strut adorned with such alluring necklaces!

I have been tempted to open the screen section as we converse, but have no idea how to catch one if it decided to actually come inside! So I restrict my offer of friendship to be from behind the dusty wire.

Do not worry if our harp breaks
thousands more will appear.
We have fallen in the arms of love where all is music.
If all the harps in the world were burned down,
still inside the heart
there will be hidden music playing.
Do not worry if all the candles in the world flicker and die
we have the spark that starts the fire.
The songs we sing
are like foam on the surface of the sea of being
while the precious gems lie deep beneath.
But the tenderness in our songs
is a reflection of what is hidden in the depths.
Stop the flow of your words,
open the window of your heart and
let the spirit speak.

And the lads…may Allah Ta’ala bless the lads as they use any parked vehicle as their bed, a table for spreading food, a trampoline, the aerial as a musical intrument as they twan it, the trays of pick up trucks as temporary beds and hiding places, or the jumping off point as they practice the latest Bond stunts, and maybe many other energetic things lads are driven to that I have not seen as I catch a glimpse of them while doing ‘kitchen’ things. The above was jointly tackling their homework!

All is quiet on school days until shortly after Zuhur, when this narrow stretch of newly ashphalted alleyway becomes a sports field! There seems to be some agreement between age groups and nationality. Some days it is older youth in an energetic, and raucous game of soccer, with the ‘coach’ taking up his position on whatever car may be parked there. Sharing the alley, and the days of the week is a group of younger Pakistani boys with cricket as their preferred sport. The yells and cheers makes me feel I have experinced being to a world cup event! They play as though their entire life depended on the outcome, bless them! And all this is during Qaylula time, which many in the area not only respect because it is a Sunnah, but who work long hours either side of this time and need the rest. Alhumdulillah, at least the sounds are happy, freindly and wholesome! Cricket means a wooden box as the stumps, which is kicked to the side of the road when a car comes. Bare feet, and bless then again…this ‘bat’ is the large frond from the date palm! The second batter has a hand made one roughly cut in the shape of a bat. Insha’Allah I have been trying to find where to buy cricket bats so I can give them some. And maybe make them some after game muffins!

Then, as if a siren has ended the sporting activity, the boys disappear, a temporary quiet descends just before Asr, but is soon broken when the first knocking on the black metal door of the Madrassah opposite begins. Dozens of girls, from small to late teens come for Qur’an lessons every day except Friday. The lilting sound emerges as a soft buzzing, the sweetness floating through my dear little window has the feeling that I am in a syrupy honeyed cocoon!

As Maghrib approaches, the sound transforms into chatting and laughter and car horns as the girls leave. May Allah Ta’ala bless them all, and all who devote to His Divine Words.

The Window of My Soul
During prayer I am accustomed to turn to God like this
and recall the meaning of the words of the Tradition,
“the delight felt in the ritual prayer.”*
The window of my soul opens,
and from the purity of the unseen world,
the book of God comes to me straight.
The book, the rain of divine grace, and the light
are falling into my house through a window
from my real and original source.
The house without a window is hell;
to make a window is the essence of true religion.
Don’t thrust your ax upon every thicket;
come, use your ax to cut open a window.

*The Prophet Muhammad SallAllahu alaihi wasallam is said to
have mentioned Salat as one of the three things he loved best in the world.

While Friday a brother arrives about an hour before Juma’ah, chains his bicycle, takes his red prayer mat from the blue crate, and I presume walks to Masjid Nabawi. This also touches my heart.

Daily, as Night enfolds Day also touches my heart and takes my breath away.  The encroaching dark gently caressing the receding light with a diamantine shawl, as tender whisperings of quiet and peace, and a hushed lullaby offers sweet repose.

With the dimming of Day’s light, it is time to shut the worldly window, and fling open the intimate windows to the heart and soul, illuminating the minaret of faith as it extends to the Eternal Light; seeking, grateful, hopeful and blessed.

And with the inevitable visitation of Malakul Maut, all Dunya windows will be permanently shut. Then we will soon know which of the two windows will be opened for us from our home of dust. Insha’Allah, it is the one that stretches to all the unimaginable delights of Allah Ta’ala’s Garden, Ameen.

With the Beloved’s water of life, no illness remains
In the Beloved’s rose garden of union, no thorn remains.
They say there is a window from one heart to another
How can there be a window where no wall remains?

Rumi (again!) with the three poems quoted.

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.

comments on comments

JazakumuLlahu khairan for your comments on the previous post ‘to market to market’. I decided to reply here. I appreciate your interaction, and your time, comments do inspire :)

Replying to Muslimah

The majority of pilgrims when they come to this Resplendent City remain within the confines of the First Ring Road where all the main hotels are situated. Looking at the google map, this central district is almost circular, with Masjid Nabawi being the focus in the middle. I have previously likened it to a huge setting of a ring, with the Mubarak Abode of our Beloved Prophet SallAllahu alaihi wasallam being the rare bejewelled diamond that glistens and sparkles more than anything else in the Universe. It is understandable given many considerations that the movement of pilgrims away from this concentrated area is limited; the spiritual desire to spend as much time as possible in and around Haram with the short time span of the visit. Many aim to offer forty continuous prayers for the great reward awaiting this effort. All shopping is conveniently nearby. Sometimes the extreme weather conditions do not seem conducive to adding extra sightseeing to an already full timetable. And maybe many are unaware of what is beyond the hotel complexes, while many may not have the slightest interest in wandering through the older places. Most tour groups include Ziyarah to the main historical sites of Quba, Qiblatain, Khandaq and Uhud as part of the package deal, where glimpses of the main streets of Madinah are possible. With large swathes that were demolished a few years ago, and the subsequent construction boom, the older areas are less frequented, and their demise is not far off.
Many of these narrow alley ways are within an easy walking distance from Masjid Nabawi, and they do reflect, how not so long ago, the living conditions were when houses were all clustered around the Masjid.
As much as we would love to believe otherwise, sadly crime does exist in the cities of the Haramain, AudhubiLlahi minash-Shaytanir-Rajeem. Years ago when I expressed shock in reaction to various sad stories, I was told that the degree to which people seek Allah Ta’ala, then Shaytan will try to match that with his tempting guile. May Allah Ta’ala protect and guide us all. However, for women moving about without a mehrim is very safe if they do not consciously place themselves in a vulnerable position. Being out alone at night, or riding alone in a car with an unknown driver, and not arranging any meeting from any online connection, which unfortunately is beginning to reveal some horror stories here, should all be avoided, which is common sense anyway.
Many women are seen in groups as they go about their business, or mothers will be accompanied by her children. Some women from families who have their own private driver may travel alone with them, but this is a controversial matter, connected to the topic of driving being forbidden for women here. Male members of the family usually drop the female members at a shopping complex and collect them later.
For women living in the older areas where all the basic requirements are readily available in the small ‘baqalas’, (corner stores) or the likes of the places I previously spoke of, or walking to Masjid Nabawi, then it is very safe to be out an about alone.

Replying to Nausheenk

It has only been relatively recent that photography has been permitted at all in the Kingdom. Less than two years ago a mobile phone with a camera was banned!! Alhumdulillah, like so many ‘modern’ things, the authorities eventually realize that they have to move with the times. Only fifty years ago the humble bicycle was regarded as the ‘devils donkey’!! I am saying this because there is a huge section of the society here who still believes photography is Haram. Mainly the older generation and the Bedu tribes, and yet many have the latest camera phones. The scope for photography is tremendous. I see so many wonderful subjects, but am always conscious of how out of place it is for me to be taking photos, so have to be content with the image in my head only, and move on. Somewhat frustrating, but I guess in the grander scheme of things this is nothing. So whatever does make it on the blog is not necessarily how I would ideally love to compose and take my time with a shot, but as I mentioned before, a quick point and shoot.

Replying to Digital Nomad

You raise a very interesting topic, as so many who have known the Haramain before the massive transformation to the beginnings of this modern trend, emphatically state that they prefer the former. Changes needed to be made, but I personally feel what is necessity, to house millions for Hajj and Umrah, could have been so much simpler in design and style with greater concern for the realities of an efficient transport system connecting the main pilgrimage sites and more public facilities, especially in Makkah. The Ummah come here for Hajj and Umrah, and yet what we see now are lavish hotels based on any other hotel throughout this global village. Being in these places has the same atmosphere as so many capitals in the world, and unfortunately I feel due to such comfort and luxury the heart soon becomes negligent and lazy to why it is actually here in the first place. New buildings could have been constructed providing basic accommodation at far less cost, and thus not incurring that the pilgrim be the one to repay the investors original outlay.
I look at how mountains have literally been removed, and are still being removed. Entire mountains! And zillions of tons of earth that was witness to the life of our Beloved Prophet SallAllahu alaihi wasallam and his Sahabah RadhiAllahu anhum, our heritage, our Deen was built on this soil. Soil that has been taken away from its origin. There is a Hadith stating to the effect that on the Day of Qiyamah any stone, or soil that is taken out of Madinah will cry, asking why it was removed. Allahu ‘Alum is this also applies to Makkah. Just as all this has been, and is being stripped away to make way for architecturally glamorous cities, because that is what is planned, so the legacy of the greatest time in the history of mankind is being stripped from the heart. Unfortunately power and greed has become the motivation behind the development seen in the Haramain. This is why those who have been privileged to have experienced staying in humble accommodation speak so passionately about that time. Alhumdilillah, like you, I have been blessed with the ni’mah of being part of the simpler style of our two Holy Sanctuaries.

And Dear Brother Mahathir, I thank you for your kind words. I often question where this blog is going, whether to continue, and so on…sometimes a comment such as this keeps me going for a little longer!

I finish with Rumi’s version of a market.

Can you find another market like this?
Where,
with your one rose
you can buy hundreds of rose gardens?
Where,
for one seed
get a whole wilderness?
For one weak breath,
a divine wind?
You’ve been fearful
of being absorbed in the ground,
or drawn up by the air.
Now, your waterbead lets go
and drops into the ocean,
where it came from.
It no longer has the form it had,
but it’s still water
The essence is the same.
This giving up is not a repenting.
It’s a deep honoring of yourself.
When the ocean comes to you as a lover,
marry at once, quickly,
for God’s sake!
Don’t postpone it!
Existence has no better gift.
No amount of searching
will find this.
A perfect falcon, for no reason
has landed on your shoulder,
and become yours.

JUMA’AH MUBARAK!

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.