Flashbacks

While on the 5th Floor Of Al Wasl Engineering Works, I was absent mindedly flipping the pages of the digital calender and thinking of the previous months and the effect that they have had on me.I have endured a lot,I have been in pain,I have experienced ecstacy,I have been taken to a radiant abyss of life where i met myself.Another click on the previous button got me to November 10 and strangely enough a day was marked on it.I say strangely because i am not much of a planner,i dont plan on dates or meetings,i dont put in memos on my calendar as such, i dont even use sticky notes come to think of it so it was interesting to see an entry made in november,a click later i realised why that day merited an entry,it was the day on which my journey to manhood, rather the journey to being human had started.It read:13th November(Sat)-Went For Haj.


One thought of it and the day flashes in front of my eyes.Hand carry on the plane allowed was 20kg, i guess i should have been fined because  I was carrying a ten ton head over board...The plane soared at high altitudes,it changes the perspective of how we look at things,suddenly from being below the clouds I was above them,looking down on the small insignificant boxes and lines that made up towns and cities,cities packed with people and their pressure filled existense.How small and infinitesimal it all seems from up here.

Arabland,the majestic and mysterious desert of the caravans.Life there, in the desert is harsh,only the hard survive,it does make one realise the value of life,the same life that we all take for granted in the luxuries of our homes.The grand city of Mecca welcomes me,with its streets named after my heroes,the companions,Abu Bakr The Siddique,Uthman Ghani,reading those names on the road signs makes me proud of my lineage!They are my ancestors,my forefathers who laid down their lives,their families,their fortunes so that I can live with respect as a muslim.Now i know my bloodline,i now realise my geneology.Visting the resting place of my ancestors,they lay in rest there,having laid down their lives for a purpose,the same purpose that i intent to live and die for.
Islam came as a stranger and will leave as a stranger,God Bless the stranger!Having conversations with friends from the entire ummah,talking with people from UK,helping old turkish ladies complete  their rituals and yet not comprehending their appreciation.How am i then a small town boy?I am infinite,I am never ending.