Is anybody else as amazed as I am that Ramadaan has gone by so darned fast?! I don’t know why I am amazed–it seems like I have the same sentiment every year, and so should be over the surprising way that time slips through our fingers. Yet, here we are, already into the last third of Ramadaan. It is the 21st night for me, and really, I should be doing some ibaada, as opposed to blogging…but here I am.
Why am I here? To mark this moment. (And I either mark moments, or forget them completely.) This was a strange day. A typically beautiful California day, with lovely blue skies, and being October, the sky was decorated with these big, beautiful, puffy clouds. And with the sun shining on our hot pink bouganvillea flowers while we are getting things prepared for the masjid for the night of Khatm al Qur’an, it just seemed like an oddly serene day. You know the type–through the bustle and noise of life, there is that thread of quietness that lulls your senses into calmness, and virtually nothing can anger you. After iftaar, while reading maghrib, the rumble of thunder sounded, followed by a few flashes of lightning! And the next thing we knew, the heavens poured loudly forth with rain, rain, rain! And for some reason, we all think that this is probably the Layl al -Qadr. Well, Allah only knows.
But this is what happened tonight. So, the menfolk have decided to spend the night in the masjid to pray, and I should take the opportunity of a quiet house (Allah knows how much noise those guys make!) to pray as well. Inshallah.