As I step out after Suhoor, a few minutes before the Fajr azan, the serenity of the atmosphere envelops me. I look up at the bright moon, a reminder that we are down to the last ten, most special days of the month of Ramadan.
I’ve always been the romantic kind, fascinated by long walks on starry nights and sitting under the moonlit sky.
As I gaze upon this beautiful creation, a sign of Allah (SWT), I am awestruck by the fact that it’s the same moon that’s been around for so long, while generations of humans replace each other.
The same moon that shines over Gaza, I think, as the familiar sadness overcomes my heart. The bleeding Ummah of Muhammad (SAW)… I am suddenly filled with the longing to be with the Messenger (SAW). I miss him so badly in that moment. I miss being in his time.
I try to recall what I read in a hadith book a long time back.
“Jabir ibn Samurah reported: I saw the Messenger of Allah (SAW) on a clear night while he was wearing a red cloak. I turned my sight between him and the moon and, to me, he was more handsome and beautiful than the moon.”
I smile with teary eyes as I earnestly pray to meet the best man ever, the Prophet Muhammad (SAW), in Jannah where there will be no pain, nor sadness.
“Allahu Akbar, Allahu Akbar,” the azan starts.
I bear witness that Muhammad (SAW) is the Messenger of Allah… my heart repeats after the Muezzin.
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