The Light Within

[Fir_G_Nobeard 92]

 

 

The Light Within

 

Ever since I was a small boy, I have looked up to the scholars of faith. My father encouraged me to become a scholar of the faith. He told me that I will change the world. I did not believe him. I could not believe him. I mean what could a boy like me do. 

 

Then I went to study under the scholars. They would teach me about the sacred law and I would learn it. My father was proud. The feeling of light in my heart would vanish.

The destruction of the old city had left me and many other Qalisheens seeking refuge with the Fakhr tribe.  I had lost my father and my siblings. May Allah have mercy on them. After this chapter of my life, the feeling of light in my heart would vanish.

 

I had heard of the Fakhr tribe and was fondly curious of the Ulamah tribe. They were intelligent and their Shaykha, Esmae, was a kind and very accepting person. She took me in as one of her tribesmen. 

Throughout the years, the Fakhr tribe started recognizing me as an alim and would often seek guidance in religious affairs. I was truly thankful that the tribe had accepted me. My religious knowledge had deepened and yet I still felt empty. I felt like I was missing a light. The world was still gray to me.

 

 

One night, I was at the mosque reciting the Al-Salam alone at night. There was nothing unusual that day but when I recited Chapter eight: The Moon, my heart just broke like a wall that shattered. The colours of the world started to brighten and the moon pulsed like a heart. I looked into my hands and saw light shining through them. I thought I was hallucinating. Tears started to flow like a river.

 

 

 

Then I stopped crying and I had a sudden urge to go to the hills. There I sat for an unspecified amount of times, I looked at the moon and chanted ‘Oh Allah, You are one.’ The moon pulsed as if it was chanting with me and the stars moved as if they were dancing to my chant. I stood up with my right palm facing the stars, spinning whilst chanting. For the first time in a long time, the light in my heart was shining bright like the moon in the dark sky.
 

 

My name is Hassan ibn Khalid and this is my story

 

 

 

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Princess and Sheikha Esmae bint Saqr Al'Ulamah Al-Nabeel of the Sultanate and the Fakhr tribe approves her cousins words full-heartedly and his actions.