The Bravest Place on Earth

As his forehead touched the soft fabric of the Jan-e-maaz, he felt serenity. Peace. This was the only remedy he needed to sooth his jangling nerves. What a sight he must be, prostrated in the authenticity of God, a painting not even worthy of passing through Leonardo Da Vinci’s brush strokes. He straightened his tongue forever in the blissful movements of uttering God’s praises. His eyes, though on the usual look of an observer were speculated  on the prayer mat, were actually searching for Allah, His divine existence. The joy of surrendering oneself to His supremacy! People were daunted by the idea of giving presentations in front of their bosses and judges. They were missing the biggest presentation of all! The namaz. Sadly, pondered by some, missed by all.

Oh, only if the people took times from the idiosyncratic happenings of their world to take a peek into God’s world, what marvelous sights they would be seeing. What’s once seen cannot be unseen. And what’s never seen cannot ever make a path in anyone’s conscience.

Students, bartering their way through exams and tests and other horrendous worldly sadistic pleasures, what they are ignorant from is the exam taking place from the beginning of man’s existence. From the bite of an apple to the slither and hiss of the serpent, everyone is undergoing major scrutiny, an eye in a large telescope, the scribbling of parchment on either sides of the shoulder. Yet no one gives even a thought to this.

He raised his eyes and took a deep breath. The revelation, the epiphany only came to him in these times, when he bowed himself to Allah’s will. Folding up the Jan-e-maaz, he sat down on the floor and smiled grimly, oh what creatures of ignorance will find in this world if they cannot define the Hereafter. What were they running to and from when the day they die, all will be lost, all will be lost.

He inclined his hands towards Him and begin to pray.