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The Night before Eid – Part 2 (the battle of buying groceries)

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                       Shopping is a very tiring and boring experience…unless you are buying books.

 

(This is the second part of a series. Please read the first part if you have missed it.)

As I exited the Masjid, I was already making a mental note of what different chores I had to finish before I can go off for a brief walk in the Ramzan Bazaar. I hastened my walk because my first stop was the local grocery market. I had to go there, choose the shop which had the smallest crowd of shoppers and then buy everything that was required for the big day: the Eid. I had no more than an hour to do this before the Continue reading “The Night before Eid – Part 2 (the battle of buying groceries)”

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The Night before Eid – Part 1 (at the Masjid)

The Qazis confirming the sighting of the moon

The Masjid was jam packed with people and everyone was murmuring in anticipation. The 29th fast of Ramzan had ended and the Imam had temporarily halted the Taraweeh prayers as everyone waited in anticipation. There were rumours that the moon was sighted.

The atmosphere in the Masjid was of a relaxed anticipation. People sat leaning against the walls, talking in groups. Some were engrossed in reading the Quran while others sat silently, facing the Qiblah. I was also sitting with my friends, having zoned myself out of the conversation, trying not to let sadness engulf me as the Ramzan had all but ended. I turned around to observe what everyone was doing. The respected Imam and our mentor, Moulana Afzal Nadwi, was standing at the entrance of the Masjid. His hands folded and eyes fixated on the sky outside, lost in some deep thought. I felt that I was not alone in mourning the end of Ramzan and the great spiritual opportunities it brought.

As I was deep in thought,

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The Best Apology

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As soon as the clock struck 6 in the evening, he snapped his laptop shut and hurriedly jotted down the signing-out details at the security desk of his office “jaldi me ho saab?” the guard asked, he gave him a swift smile and nodded, pressing the lift’s button several times in his hurry. The lift came and he clambered inside.

As he had expected, the traffic was heavy at this time of the evening. This further escalated his sense of urgency.. Which had started from a feeling of guilt during the lunch break at his office. He had yelled at his wife that very morning.. It was the first time he had lost his temper since the last 6 months of their marriage… She had called him on his phone several times during the lunch break.. When he hadn’t received any call of her’s, she had left messages asking whether he had had lunch?… Even then he didn’t thought of calling her back.

While working, all of a sudden, Continue reading “The Best Apology”

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The Difference

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“I have always noticed this major difference between wise and clever people. Clever people always reply to their critics whenever they have a good point, They don’t stop themselves from retorting back when their retort has weight; The wise people, on the contrary, don’t reply to their critics all the time, even though they have brilliant counter-points, many a times they prefer silence. 


It clearly shows that its just not about having the best thing to say, but also knowing when to say it.”

Extract:
The Memory Lane – From The Diaries of AZ Damudi

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The Silent Power

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“Throughout my life, I have seen two types of people. There are those who act in open view. Their efforts are always visible to everyone. They work hard & loud so that no one misses them or their work. When their efforts bear fruit and their plans succeed, they dont hesitate in accepting the applause from the people for their achievements. They proudly walk on the stage of recognition and acknowledge the praise which is poured on them. well, no one can say they dont deserve it because they have worked hard for it.

There, however, exists another kind. Continue reading “The Silent Power”

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Rain Memories

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Its strange how we miss the things we used to take lightly when we had them. For instance, rain. I remember when I was a kid, I didnt much like it when it rained. The reasons were many. If I was on a holiday, it used to be my responsibility to bring groceries for home -which naturally meant- that I had to go out. Navigating through the mud-pools was no less than navigating through a minefield grin emoticon , Its not easy to carry an umbrella in one hand and the weight of groceries in another, specially when a sudden rain forced you to open your umbrella in haste. I used to envy those who were sitting in their cozy homes; not bothering about mud-pools and dirt while I used to contemplate how to cross the road and hold the umbrella steady lest the wind blew it out of my hands. Continue reading “Rain Memories”

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The Fridays as I Remember….

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Fridays have always been special for me. Every Friday I have spent in my town will be one of the most memorable moments of my life.

Fridays always dawned warm and sunny with the sun gleaming through the branches of the Mango tree whose leaves kissed my room’s window.

The drawing of fresh water from the well, and heating it with wood-fire had become an enjoyable ritual for me. Once you master it, it is highly satisfying to have a roaring fire with the flame of just a single matchstick, some old newspapers and dry leaves. The water, heated by twigs and leaves gave a feeling of royalty when I poured it on myself, A feeling, which even the best electrical heaters have failed to provide. Such was the feeling that it was like Continue reading “The Fridays as I Remember….”