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In the name of Allah, the Beneficient,the Merciful

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RAMADHAAN'S GONE
Are we to follow the same path: here today, forgotten tomorrow?

This happens year after year. When Ramadhaan is over and Shaytaan is released again, how many will go back to their previous master, to become his slave again, leaving aside all the good they did in this month, and go back to their old ways.

Bursting with the joy of Ramadhaan, I set to visit a pious old sage I knew to share my joy with him.

He spotted me before I saw him and made Salaam to me before I could greet him. Replying to his greeting, I looked at his face, again marvelling at the deep serenity to be seen in his warm, affectionate eyes.

He sat without speaking: He was lost in yaa-e-elahi (remembrance of Allah), and I was pondering on a way to express my inner exultation to him. After just a short while, I could not contain myself any longer.

'O Sheikh!' I burst out. 'What a wonderful month is this not! Just see how everyone is affected by the spirituality of this month; men, women and children as well.'

Without any shadow of emotion at this stage, the sage just looked my way without showing any emotion.

Taking this as a cue to continue, I expanded: 'Yes, the children as well. They have such a zeal for fasting and in this month one finds even fewer of them sitting in front of the TV, or getting involved in useless activities!'

Instead of a corresponding delight, the twinkling in the sage's eyes disappeared, and a pained look entered those eyes that were normally so clear and bright.
Somewhat startled by this unexpected effect I tried again: 'O Sheikh! Just see how, in this wonderful month, the women are dressing more modestly, and even covering their heads!'

Cautiously, I glanced at the sage's face. The pain in his eyes deepened and spread to his face.
What did I say wrong? I tried again: 'O Sheikh! See how the people deprive themselves of the things they enjoy. Their behaviour is also good. There is little or no arguing and fighting, no vulgarity or obscenity. How strong is the feeling of brotherhood!'

The sage appeared grief-stricken. His eyes began to moisten.
But I tried last time: 'O Sheikh! Look how full the Masaajid are at night! See how the men, young and old, submit themselves to their Creator in Salaat - not only for æ#137;Aaisha, but also exerting themselves another hour or so in Taraweeh!'

These words were the final straw! The sage wept openly. Feeling helpless, I sat in silence, head bowed down in contrition at having caused the sage so much grief.

When the sage regained his composure, I turned to him:
'O Sheikh! Please forgive this foolish and ignorant one for causing you grief. I implore you to please remove the veils of darkness from my heart, so that I may also see what you have seen.'

The sage replied: 'O my son, do you not see?
'In this month Allah Subhaanahu-wa-Ta'ala has chained up Shaytaan.'

The very people in whom you have noticed betterment are the very ones who had been following Shaytaan before this month.

'Throughout the whole year they have been following Shaytaan.
'Now that Shaytaan is locked up, they are able to do what you have seen them do. This happens year after year.

'And when Ramadhaan is over, and Shaytaan is released, how many will not go back to their previous master, to become his slaves again, leaving aside all the good they did in this month, and go back to their old ways? That is why I weep!

HIS WORDS CUT THROUGH ME LIKE A SWORD, PIERCING MY BODY EXPOSING MY SOUL. IN A LIGHTING FLASH I SAW THE HYPOCRISY THAT LAY WITHIN ME. THE WORDS OF THE SAGE APPLIED TO ME MORE THAN TO ANYBODY ELSE.

CELEBRATION
Muslim Style in Jo'burg

For those who may not be able to identify with the thinking of the sage (as reported above), or perhaps find it all rather too over the top, here's a letter from an ex-South African now living in Canada.
His experiences on a recent visit to Johannesburg not only made for interesting reading, but also provides for lots of food for thought.

We present it in edited form and pray that it will make some impact on even a few of us. Rather than point fingers, let us heed what he has to say:

As a visitor from the so called decadent West, I was totally and completely unprepared for the unfolding event of New Year's Eve (1995/1996) when my hosts had suggested that we have supper at an establishment in 'Fordsburg Square' (named by the author) following Eisha Salaat.

Indeed, I was fooled for a brief moment. I felt great pride and joy of truly belonging to the Ummah of our beloved Nabi Muhammad (Sallallaahu Alayhi Wasallam). Everywhere you looked the beautiful sight of men in Kurtas, women in Burka and some in complete Hijaab greeted one as they hurriedly looked for seating in the square, - the reason: celebrating a true Jaahiliyya and pagan event that goes against the very grain of our Deen.

Nevertheless, as we hurried through our meal and got up to leave, an announcer introduced a Muslim singer and his band to the delight of the crowd, which had by now completely filled the square.

Wild shouts of joy and handclapping accompanied the musicians while Kurta and Burka-clad men and women were swaying with the tempo. All this was new to me, because I had been away from South Africa for 29 years. I had returned for a holiday and this was my first encounter with a segment of the Muslim community in the New South Africa. To say it was a culture shock would be an understatement.

As we departed, we observed young girls in their teens walking away arm in arm with their boy friends from the crowd to a more secluded area. This was all very new to us because never in our mildest dreams could I or my hosts for a moment imagine that we were actually witnessing these events. In retrospect, these New Year celebrants may themselves be merely instruments for safeguarding the privileges of a selfish wealthy money-making class, or the ambitious greed or lust of individuals who have no love for Almighty Allah and his beloved Nabi (Sallallaahu Alayhi Wasallam).

Jaahiliyya, to whatever period it belongs, is Jaahiliyya.

Abdul Hamid Lachporia
Toronto, Canada

Jamiatul Ulama (Transvaal)

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Source:  Jamiatul Ulama (Kwazulu-Natal)

 



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