Sunday, October 06, 2013

Running between Graves

Yesterday I was driving my mother somewhere and when I got to the car I realized that I forgot to bring my wallet with my driver's license and insurance. So I left her in the car and ran back through the building so that she wouldn't be late. As I was running, I suddenly remembered the last time I ran so fast was the day of my husband's janazah, 7 weeks ago.

For anyone who doesn't know, I'm referring to the fact that thugs were running after us (they specifically wanted to hurt the family of the "sheikh") right after my husband was buried, in the graveyard.

All the thoughts that were going through my head at the time came back to me just then. I remember that I didn't really know what was going on, I was just running forward, hearing really loud bangs and screams behind me. I can't remember the last time I was in a graveyard, and it seemed so odd to be running there, of all places. There was an old woman in front of me who was also running with much difficulty, I passed between many graves of people I didn't know. I squeezed through small openings between them and hurried through paths that were dry and dusty. I didn't see who it was, but someone hurled a stone at me and I was hit on my cheek. I still have a small scar there.

I was separated from everyone I knew, and I escaped out of the graveyard into a side street. Someone I didn't know told me to run and just hide in the entrance of any building, but I didn't hide. I just kept running on that side street without looking back. I remember almost not caring whether I lived or died at that point. I only asked Allah in my heart to let me go on for the sake of my daughter, and He did.

I eventually ran into my cousin and brother-in-law who came out of the same entrance, they helped me home.

It's strange to think about it now, it almost seems like it's some scene from a movie instead of something that actually happened.

Although I didn't get a chance to visit my husband's grave that day, I went a week later, and saw where he had been buried. There was a stark contrast between the chaos of his burial and the day I went to him. It was calm and quiet that day. And I stood at his grave and said salaam to him, and I wondered so many things, like how it was that he got to escape from the prison of this world, and how if he were alive and saw how badly his friends and family were being treated, his heart would've been broken. When I think about him now, I know that he escaped from something that the rest of us have to live with, and I say Alhamdulillah for his sake, and I believe that God was truly merciful towards him in that he did not have to experience the grief of the Egypt that he left behind.

At the end I pray that he is in a better place, and that he is at peace. I pray to be reunited with him again in the next life.

And now I know the worthlessness of this world. We sell our souls to achieve status in this life, but we are all already walking through a graveyard, towards the spot we will be buried in, we just don't know it yet.

2 comments:

Elizabeth said...

Asmaa. You don't know me but I've commented over the years. I have really enjoyed following your blog. I was sick when I read of the death of your husband. I just want you to know that you are in my thoughts and prayers. All that has happened to you is amazingly difficult. May you have strength to endure, for yourself, your loved ones, and your dear baby.

Unknown said...

You are so wise and patient in your suffering dear Asmaa. May Allah continue to hold you in his tender embrace when these moments return to you. If our Ummah, the common Muslim had the enormity of God gifted wisdom that you do, how beautiful this world would be.

"And now I know the worthlessness of this world. We sell our souls to achieve status in this life, but we are all already walking through a graveyard, towards the spot we will be buried in, we just don't know it yet."

How our lives would change if we contemplated that moment in our ever action, every though, every word.

I send you and your daughter all my prayers, and Allah's blessings.
Salam