The path of the mumineen

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The path of the mumineen


Beneath the vast tapestry of the desert sky, where the golden hues of the setting sun paint the horizon in a mesmerizing display, Debb Bin Abdullah Al-Shams, a young shepherd of his tribe, embarks on a sacred journey to the borders between the desert and Hyspia. His attire, a testament to the tribe's spirit, is adorned with the intricate patterns that echo the undulating dunes.

 

Guiding his flock through the timeless landscape, Debb's voice rises in a rhythmic chant, praising Allah for the bounties and blessings that have sustained his tribe through the relentless sands. The sheep, their woolen coats gleaming under the fading sunlight, move with a serene obedience, as if choreographed by the divine hand that guides their journey.

 

The air, infused with the scent of ancient sands and the faint aroma of desert blooms, carries the essence of Allah's blessing upon this land. Debb's every step is a dance with the shifting winds, a harmony between the shepherd, his flock, and the vastness of the arid expanse. Truly the iron horde spoke the truth, this land was indeed blessed filled with miracles of Allah that their deep desire to protect and safeguard it was worthy, he could not help but feel close to heart with the tough green skin who sweat and work hard under the sun in these vast shifting dunes.

 

As the sun dips below the horizon, casting shadows that stretch across the dunes like veils of mystery, Debb's thoughts turn to the grand tent at the heart of the tribe's encampment. This woolen structure, standing proudly against the winds, has witnessed the ebb and flow of countless stories of a sanctuary where visitors from far and wide have sought shelter and sustenance.

 

Recollections of faces, both familiar and foreign, flood Debb's mind. Friends from neighboring tribes, their laughter echoing through the tent like a cherished melody, break bread in moments of camaraderie. Travelers, weary from their journeys, find solace and respite within the tent's welcoming embrace. foreigners, seeking understanding of faith and trade, engage in solemn discussions beneath the celestial expanse painted on the tent's interior.

 

The memories, etched into the fabric of the tribe's tapestry, recount a myriad of encounters. some born out of friendship, others driven by necessity, and a few sparked by a shared quest for spiritual understanding. Each visitor has left an indelible mark, contributing to the rich mosaic that defines their way of life and the Qalasheen endless hospitality.

 

As twilight descends, the celestial vault above reveals a cosmos teeming with stars, a celestial map guiding Debb through the vast desert expanse back towards his home. Debb, now seated by a flickering campfire, he gazes into the dancing flames, contemplating the interplay of light and shadow.

 

The sheep, gathered under the veil of night, embody the resilience of life in the desert. Debb's heart swells with gratitude, for the trials and triumphs, for the diverse community that finds strength in faith, and for the ever-watchful gaze of Allah over his cousin's through the sands of time.

 

In this sacred moment, Debb finds solace and purpose, his connection to the divine and the Imam Rashidun way of life strengthened. As the desert wind carries the whispers of a thousand stories, the ancient sands bear witness to a shepherd's unwavering faith and the timeless cycle of a tribe's existence guided by the light of Allah.

 

As Debb sits by the flickering campfire, his heart steeped in gratitude, his thoughts weave seamlessly into the fabric of his deep connection with Allah. His mind drifts back to moments within the city of Hyspia, some brimming with warmth and goodwill, while others tainted by the shadows of adversity.

 

In the bustling markets of Hyspia, Debb recalls the resonant melodies of Eric Maor, a young elf boy whose nimble fingers danced across the oud, creating harmonies that echoed through the crowded bazaars as he practiced in the garden by the clinic. Shamil, Debb's cousin, often joined in these musical gatherings, fostering bonds with the diverse inhabitants of the city.

 

One particular memory emerges, the welcoming embrace of Eir Maor, who not only opened her home but also her tailor shop to the two boys. Her generosity and kindness left an indelible mark, transcending cultural boundaries within the vast markets of Hyspia.

He remembered the wedding between the two souls, the joy of the tribe despite no relations and of differ faith, the slaughter of lamb which fed the poor in order to seek blessings towards the newly weds and the prayers held asking the lord of the world to bless their lives with children and bounty.

 

Yet, amid the harmonious chords, Debb recalls the discordant notes of zealots who, driven by their fervor for the faith of cannonism, hurled insults and disdain at the mumineen. The echoes of prejudice clashed against the backdrop of the city that Debb and Shamil often visit, creating a mosaic of both acceptance and challenge.

 

Deeper into the recesses of his memories, Debb's thoughts linger on Shamil's tireless efforts in the fields, where sweat and determination became the currency of survival. The image of Shamil being sent to the mines, a harsh reality born out of necessity, casts a shadow on his mind, a reminder of the struggles endured for the sake of the tribe.

 

Past the city, amidst the rural landscape scarred by the now-ended war, Debb recalls the solemn gaze of a soldier who lost an arm in the conflict. The price of conflict, etched into the very fabric of Hyspia, becomes a poignant reminder of the scars borne by those who once stood at the forefront of battles.

 

The final note in this symphony of recollections resonates with the image of a woman, heavy with child, tending to Shamil's wounds. Her caring touch, a testament to the resilience of the human spirit, painted a portrait of both happiness and vulnerability. Now, however, the echoes of her weeping in the city reach Debb's ears, a somber reminder that just as Allah blesses those he favors, he can take blessing away in ways we may not understand. 

 

Slowly eyes seem to fill the streets and with the winds of change in Hypsia, and sea of troubles that come with many differences. The desert seems to call Debb more closely with his lord, placing his trust in Allah bringing a serene peace to his soul.

 

As the fire flickers, Debb's prostrate in solemn obedience to his lord of the world, remembering a saying amongst the believers. "Indeed come hardship, will come ease for our lord is the most gracious and merciful and loves those who submits to his will."

Soon he returned back home just before the sun rose, he saw Sheikh Abdur Rasheed Al-Mona as he made Wudu alongside Yunus Fakhredeen, he saw Zahwah at the corner making dua and Shamil laying down carpets upon the sands as fellow mumineen made ready for prayer,

As others reemerge from their tents, the community, resilient and interconnected, stands united beneath the dark yet starburst sky. In this sacred moment, Debb is reminded that the journey, whether through the shifting sands or the bustling city, is guided by the unwavering faith in Allah's wisdom. The tribe, with the vastness of the desert as their witness, continue their eternal dance, submitting to the divine will and finding solace in the promise that after every hardship, ease will surely follow.

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Shamil's smile warmed at seeing Debb approach for Salaah waving a hand to his brother in faith as the two prepared the area for prayer to the One and Almighty Lord, whom they declare worthy of worship and servitude to. "Hasbunallahu Wa Ni'mal Wakeel, Allah is enough for me and he is the best disposer of my affairs." He stated as he continued to recite the dhikr upon his tongue with the comfort of Allah being enough for him as he learned from his brothers and sisters, indeed Iman Rashidun was a rightly guided faith.

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Abdur would rest beside the campsite after a long day of farming, so he watched everyone do there works with a proud smile upon his face "Alhamdulillah for all the blessing he give us" 

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Zahwah would continue to make dua after the group finished their prayers. She prayed for good health, both for herself and the people she cares about. She prayed for Allah to strengthen her imam as she was on her journey to re-discover her culture and faith. She prayed for the safety of the farfolks, for them to stay strong in these harsh times. She prayed to Allah, her creator.. Praying so hard she ended up falling asleep on her prayer rug.

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After finishing their prayer, Yunus raised his hands to make a Dua : " Alhamdulilah , Thank you Allah for guiding me to this lands , to meet this Mumin people, in a land where we can worship you. Allahuma protect us from Fitna, both obvious and hidden. Oh Allah, grant your Mumin people victory other your enemy, and give us Sabr. Ya Allah, give us wisdom to know the right path and follow it, and to recognise the wrong one and stay away from it. Oh Allah, make this group a seed for a much stronger generation, that would raise your word high up. Ameen."