

…random, rambling thoughts…vaguely stitched together by the sight, smell and sound of these camels…such is the workings of grey matter when its machinations are given permission to wander…dream…remember…

…to recall times long gone…and places so far away…loving the rhythmic cycle of milking goats…the intimacy of living with farm animals that provided natural goodness…commodities to barter for cow’s milk cream in order to churn butter…shearing fleece from docile sheep, spinning and dying with bush flora…honey from hives…seasonal veggies…free range eggs…all this flooded the inner screen on this nostalgic visit…

…as I stood in the crisp dawn desert air…moments from where Qaswa, following Divine Command, knelt at Hudaybiyyah…feasting on the tales of solitude and the simplicity of oneness with nature…whispered by the wind that was playfully billowing niqab and abaya…a yearning was stirred…a yearning that usually lives in some deep recess…rarely allowed expression…a yearning to spend time on the land…specifically with a camel…or some…

…what seems like centuries and yet seconds ago…I taught an extremely talented student art…she gave me a magnificent ink drawing of the detail of a camels face……I can still clearly see that drawing…but not her…she died as a young lady while searching for meaning in India…

…an affinity for animals seems an obvious disposition given I was raised on a farm…with ancestors and relations living ‘off the land’…love for camels began a little later as a young inquisitive child…intrigued by the exotic tales of turbaned Afghan cameleers arriving in the wide, and wild expanses of the vast Australian interior from mysterious places only known as coloured smudges in a faded atlas…decades later, they have multiplied to be a feral scourge…the Saudis trying to fathom out how to save them from culling and ship them back to their original habitats…

…fascinating that Allah Ta’ala asks:
Don’t they see the camels, how they are made? (88:17)
…not a kangaroo, giraffe, rhino or wombat…how noble to be singled out by Allah Ta’ala…certainly a verse that attracts refection and invites one to study the characteristics of the camel…how honoured was it to be the favoured means of transport by our Blessed Prophet SallAllahu alaihi wasallam…if these creatures stir passions now, imagine the joy and elation of seeing Rasulullah SallAllahu alaihi wasallam astride Qaswa…swoon…

…imagine when the Hajj season saw multitudes of them ambling around the sacred precincts…or the image of thousands engaged in trade…war…raids…or merely munching on bitter scrubby thorn bushes…their weird padded feet anchoring the ‘ship of the desert’…the double row of eye lashes…the extra membrane that they can pull over their eye to keep sand out…nostrils they can shut to keep the sand out…oval shaped red blood cells so even if they are dehydrated their blood keeps flowing…

…and their nutritious milk…why we should drink it…and according to Hadith, the curative effects of their urine…camel milk soap…

…their beauty…their racing abilities….camel milk chocolate fashioned in their shape…and more and more…

and more facts here...

…camel Kabsa, a traditional Saudi feast…feast your eyes here…but not here if you are squirmish…

…as faithful friends…as a pet (clip with music)…
…as a means of livelihood for many expats…mainly Sudanese, as they can happily contend with the harsh and lonely existence…

…the following photos were recently taken in the desert near Madinah Al-Munawwarah…












…with more from the camel archives…
Don’t they see the camels, how they are made?
SUBHANALLAH!
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.


















































































































