Words Arwah P.
Digital Art T.S.Caligraphy
While living in the most advanced era known to mankind, man has transformed himself into robots. We live each day with a scientifically perfected routine- each act programmed with intricate algorithms made from our inner thoughts and outer turmoil.
The problem with robots, though, is that they are so programmed to solve their own problems and equations, they forget the world around them, including the programmer himself!
In these inhumane times, Moula makes us human. He is putting a pause to our routine and imploring us to re-evaluate our solutions. He is reminding us to make time for our kin, ask ‘how are you?’ and ensure that they have not just the necessities to survive, but the amenities to live.
In the last few days, I got the esteemed honour of working with mumineen- old, young, girls, boys, professionals, businessmen, teachers, students- mumineen who had halted their lives for five days to check up on their brothers and sisters around the world. We went to mumineen’s homes, shops, marakiz, masajid, and jamaatkhanas. We lived in their homes, ate in their thaals and walked in their shoes. We laughed together, cried together, worked together, and loved together. I learnt the comfort of seeing a silver tiffin in a kitchen without a refrigerator or stove and the contentment of a frame of Moula on a cracked, falling wall. I saw relaxation and ease in the eyes of mumineen when they were told that Moula had sent them salaam- eyes that curtained the burdens of the world because they had Moula. ‘Moula che to saglu che.’
There is something I would like to say to these mumineen-
Thank you for humbling me. Thank you for trusting me. Thank you for talking to me, inviting me into your homes, and asking me how I am. Thank you for accepting me. Thank you for listening to me. Thank you for taking out time for me. Thank you for strengthening my faith. Thank you for truly touching my heart.
And Sorry. Sorry to all those of you for whom I couldn’t do anything or could only do something. Sorry for not delivering, not giving you time, not helping you, and not fulfilling my duties to you as your sister.
While trying to settle back into my routine now, I realize that I am no longer a robot. I will still use algorithms to get through my days, but every algorithm will have added values- important values of khabargiri, love, gratefulness and humanity. I will be a human now. One with a habit of asking “how are you”. One with a sense of profound empathy, passion and need to help my fellow brotherhood.
That is how these five days uplifted my life.