Finding life’s resolution in chicken shacks
It is 11:00 AM, morning of the 12th of Dzulhijjah. It is the 2nd day of Tasyriq of 11,12 and 13 Dzulhijjah.
Aidul Adha or Hari Raya Qurban falls on 10th of Dzulhijjah, last Friday.
In Mina, the just-arrived pilgrims did the stone throwing ritual at only the main Jamrah of Aqaba and ended their ihram clothing and prohibitions. In the old days, the Jamrah are merely pillars but today, it is turned into wall structure complex to cater for the large crowd.
Subsequently, they chanted the same takbir raya we chant here. Alluhu Akbar Allahu Akbar Allahu Akbar.
The pilgrims started the stone throwing ritual on the three Jamrah on these three days of Tasyriq. All these procedures we underwent last years is coming back in our mind on these long Aidil Adha weekend. It brings a sentimental feeling of longing for Mekah.
In our youth, the old folks would say Aidil Adha is Hari Raya for the Hajis or those that have peformed the Haj. Exactly one year later after our Haj last year and on Aidil Adha, that saying is real. Aidil Adha feel different this year.
It is a sentimental reminder of our somewhat challenging journey to emulate the pace and steps of the Prophets. And it reminded us of what it means and the resolve we made with God in the holy land of Hijaz.
So what does it got to do with chicken shacks?
Well, if you had read a posting we put up last year during Haj, one would have recalled us describing our living condition in Mina as similar to living in a KFC chicken fattening farm. [Read it back in Angry in Ihram.]
Not that we really care but frankly, that was what the living condition then.
Upon flying in to Saudi Arabia, our hotel room, which was usually meant for two, had five occupants. Our hotel room in Mekah that would, usually have space for two double bed, had seven occupants.
Our relatively smaller tent in Arafah for the night before yesterday's wukuf had 40 people inside. While everyone is asleep, the tent looked like a bolster factory warehouse.
But that is still Hotel Sentral by any standard.
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In Mina, the place you see on TV as having flood of white tents, the sleeping space quota was 15 people arranged in two rows within a space of less than 100 square feet. Our's could be less because my policeman roommate beat me to one space left and we had to sleep in the middle at the end of everyone's feet.
We heard this year's pilgrims are luckier. They have more space with quota reduced to 10 from 15.
Thanks and no thanks to Jho Lo's connection with Saudi princes, more pilgrims than the 28,000 quota was given to us last few years and this Haji Akbar season the additional allocation is h! eld back.! For Muslims bitching of Jho Lo, you owe him an apology.
Nevertheless, it is still a far cry from the comfort of home.
Everywhere one moves, one is faced with seas of humanity. But in that packed roads, tents and pathway, and amongst millions of other pilgrims in that small area, we were alone.
We felt alone.
Our main concern is focused on the affair of our little entourage of my wive, my in-law and myself. Not even of my uncle and his wife, or my alumni mates, or my fellow bloggers and writers also performing Haj that year.
Yes, we do help and lent our hands to other pilgrims, old and handicapped, in carrying out their chores and task, which is made difficult by unfamiliarity, confusing condition and rush of other pilgrims.
One had to tolerate and endure the reality made worse because to Muslims from other countries, queuing is a foreign concept. Ah! At one time or rather, Malaysian used to be the same too. One only need remember to scramble to get 3rd class cinema tickets.
Through the rush, pack crowd, and scramble of people, it is just us and God in the mind. In the six long hours of hallucinating and cramped ride to and from Mina, one is only in communicado with God chanting phrases praising him.
Perhaps, that is how it will be on the day of reckoning. Maybe that is how it is at th! e field o! f Mahsyar on Judgement Day. Prophets hadith had described wukuf as a rehearsal of Mahsyar. It is just you and God.
Some pilgrims say their whole life flashed back in the field of Arafah during wukuf. However, we experienced neither the "video replay" nor "voice coming from heaven" on that day. Probably, God knows to well that we are too much a rationalist to buy into anything out of the ordinary.
We were quiet at Arafah, and keeping pretty much to ourself. The night in Arafah we slept a little. After Isya, we recited the Quran, did other non compulsory prayers, and did some zikr and doa. When feeling tired and sleepy, we laid ur body against the tent's stilt, but still unable to sleep.
We spent time "daydreaming" away till fajr. Some events of the past came back. Some defining moments of our life reminded. We smiled and cried by ourselves, oblivious to others in the makeshift surau.
In fact, it was not only during wukuf.
Whenever we walk by ourself, sitting alone or keeping quiet by ourself throughout Haj, we continued with our "daydreaming."
As we gaze at and hearing the murmurings of doa, tahmid, and takbir emanating from the sea of humanity at Arafah, Mina, and circumbulation around the Kaaba, subhanallah, it is amazing to hear subtle voices combining to be loud praised of God.
Our mind wanders and it is as though one is talking to oneself. In the midst, we became aware of our insignificance in the whole universe of things.
Had we died then, we would have been just another body brought into Masjidil Haram in Mekah or Masjid Nabawi in Medina for prayers preceding burials.
Hardly anyone know who we are, where we came from, why and how did we died, and what we had done in our life. If we had been someone famous in Malaysia, some of the pilgrim from Malaysia may know who we are but pilgrims from other countries would not bother.
We are not only alone, but also insignificant.
Strangely, we remain as relevant to God as any well known person. One felt the existence of God and the attention bestowed on each and everyone of us. Amazing, isn't it?
One or two doa to seek help to ease simple task made difficult by the circumstances could get fulfilled immediately. And, many lay claim getting "a friendly reminder" for going a little beyond modesty.
It strikes us then at a crossroad of our life that we are relevant beings of one and only God.
God's message through Muhammad is relevant and it is as inclusively for the masses as much it is exclusively for oneself.
In the sea of humanity, feeling alone and insignificant but getting God's attention, what does it lead to?
Without being disgustingly preachy and somewhat repetitive, it brought us a sense of relieve and some sense of responsibility! and obli! gation.
Without repeating what our responsibilities and obligations to God the all merciful and compassionate are, one knows it as spiritual in nature. The arduous task is to elevate ourself to higher level of spirituality.
In order to reach that, it is not limited to hablum minallah (obligation to God), but also hablum minannas (obligation to other of God's creation on earth). It is the way towards relevance presence.
Most of us were brought up with an bringing that emphasised carrying out our compulsory responsibility of fardhu ain. Unfortunately, the equally important responsibility of fardhu kifayah is not emphasised but set aside for others to undertake and absolve us of that responsibility.
It is most unfortunate that we fail to realise the importance of fardhu kifayah. It is responsibility that arise from a calling to take initiatives and do beyond one's limited responsibility and for the benefit of many.
It is about being selfless and giving a bigger sense of purpose and a cause to struggle for in our day-to-day life, whether ever the route and journey we chose.
To become more spiritual in the eyes of God, it requires to be good to other humans and God's creature on earth.
How do we achieve! all this! ?
It is at this point we can only say for ourselves but not tell others what they should be doing. After much reflection, we see the path is to emulate the Prophet to seek the truth (siddeq), be honest (amanah), propagate and examplary (tabligh) and finally, wise (fatanah).
Those are simple communicable ideas but it is difficult to apply to the letter and spirit. But that was our resolved with God, without fear or favour, to be truthful, honest, examplary and wise in all aspect of our actions for ourselves and other insan (beings) on earth.
In packed "chicken shacks" and sea of humanity, but feeling alone and insignificant, one found the resolve to want to be truthful, honest, examplary and wise in all our endeavour. So help me God.
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