There are moments between happiness, that we call life. Eternal happiness is perhaps just a mirage, that we aim at with stories of heavens, in afterlife. However, in the life presented, it is both heaven and hell, with present usually being the latter, while past the former. Nevertheless, since my long series of moments, since the last time I was happy, not that I can even recall when, I present to you my impression of Ramadan.
I went to Taraweeh, a six day Taraweeh, at a house which had put up a banner about the taraweeh prayer proceedings, reading the entire Koran in six days, and I happened to go with my cousin, brother Fahad bhai, who had seen the banner and asked me if I would like to go along. The fact about welcoming strangers to prayer proceedings, ones house, was an interesting prospect, considering I am a fiend for experiences, I love how other people express their lives and this opportunity of six days provided me just that. On the first day, we reached their ten minutes before the prayers started, and leave after finishing the prayer traweeh proceedings, for the next five days. I would stand right behind the imam, actually besides the guy immediately behind imam, who would give takbeer. I continued to stand at the same place for the six days, we went to the taraweeh proceedings. I did not miss a single moment of the prayers. The prayers would continue for around one hour and forty five minutes, and in that time, I would close my eyes and dedicate to the recitation of Koran and proceed with the prayers, my eyes being closed for the entire time of prayer, apart from the breaks in between. The last day, a guy with green turban came for a short bayaan or session of islamic teachings and stories followed by him leading the prays.
Right after the guy with turban finished, one of the guys who had come with him, which I had noticed only after he started talking with me in Sindhi. It is quiet an eye, if somebody would start speaking with a stranger in Sindhi, considering Sindhis do not even consider me Sindhi, despite the fact my mother tongue is Sindh. Anyways, what followed in that conversation was a weird Sindh and Urdu conversation, with me attempting to a converse in a different dialect of Sindhi than him, and the Sindhi he used, was alien to me. Anyways, the conversation lasted for a few minutes. My cousin asked me if I had known that guy, and if I was friends with me, I replied I had no idea who he was, and since he started the conversation, I went with it. I said, it happens to me sometimes. And, then we went back to our houses.
I went to Taraweeh, a six day Taraweeh, at a house which had put up a banner about the taraweeh prayer proceedings, reading the entire Koran in six days, and I happened to go with my cousin, brother Fahad bhai, who had seen the banner and asked me if I would like to go along. The fact about welcoming strangers to prayer proceedings, ones house, was an interesting prospect, considering I am a fiend for experiences, I love how other people express their lives and this opportunity of six days provided me just that. On the first day, we reached their ten minutes before the prayers started, and leave after finishing the prayer traweeh proceedings, for the next five days. I would stand right behind the imam, actually besides the guy immediately behind imam, who would give takbeer. I continued to stand at the same place for the six days, we went to the taraweeh proceedings. I did not miss a single moment of the prayers. The prayers would continue for around one hour and forty five minutes, and in that time, I would close my eyes and dedicate to the recitation of Koran and proceed with the prayers, my eyes being closed for the entire time of prayer, apart from the breaks in between. The last day, a guy with green turban came for a short bayaan or session of islamic teachings and stories followed by him leading the prays.
Right after the guy with turban finished, one of the guys who had come with him, which I had noticed only after he started talking with me in Sindhi. It is quiet an eye, if somebody would start speaking with a stranger in Sindhi, considering Sindhis do not even consider me Sindhi, despite the fact my mother tongue is Sindh. Anyways, what followed in that conversation was a weird Sindh and Urdu conversation, with me attempting to a converse in a different dialect of Sindhi than him, and the Sindhi he used, was alien to me. Anyways, the conversation lasted for a few minutes. My cousin asked me if I had known that guy, and if I was friends with me, I replied I had no idea who he was, and since he started the conversation, I went with it. I said, it happens to me sometimes. And, then we went back to our houses.
