A couple of days ago we had a power cut... it happens every so often and not for a few minutes or so like in the UK but for at least an hour. The last power cut was for about an hour and a half. But this is not a rant. :)
All the kids were home doing their own thing when suddenly... the tv went off, the air conditioning stopped, the washing machine cut out, the fridge stopped humming. All was silent apart from the kids asking what had happened and was it a power cut. Bliss!
Fortunately it was coming on for 5pm when this happened so there was about an hour of daylight left and the children could still see to play. Maghrib approached though and still no electricity. Our water works on a pump so no leccy means no water... I have an old 5 litre zamzam bottle full of tap water put aside for such incidences so I was able to pour some into a bowl for our wudu'. It was a lovely feeling peacefully making wudu' on the back doorstep from a bowl of water and the only sounds to be heard were the birds fleeing to the trees as they do at dusk and of course, a chorus of adhans from the local vicinity.
That maghrib I prayed was the best prayer I have prayed in a while, with the highest degree of khushoo' in a while! The house was peaceful; there were no thoughts in my head of what needed to be done after prayer since no electricity means no cooking, no washing, no ironing and so forth... It was just me and my Creator and Maghrib salah alhamdu Lillah.
I must confess to feeling quite disappointed when the electricity came on a few minutes after I had prayed but the children enjoyed going around the house blowing out the candles. :)
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3 comments:
masha'allah, sounds nice sis.. insha'allah we can all feel this connection at some point in our lives
Your experience made me think about other situations in which electricity does not play a major role: camping, walking on the beach, in the woods, up a mountain, or over a sand dune. Praying in mosques. Sleeping. Watching a sunrise. Reading a good book at any time of the day.
I will admit to an addiction to electrically powered tools and toys, but you've reminded me that the soul prefers to blossom in stillness.
Assalamu'alaikum wa rahmatullahi wa barakatuh,
Masya'Allah, beautiful entry. I love the way you wrote it because I can actually imagine the peace and khusyuk you must have felt during that period of time. Sometimes we take a lot of things for granted and a little hardships do actually brings lots of blessing when it can help bring us closer to Allah s.w.t.
:)
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