story time:
i was in the masjid praying taraweeh (socially distanced) when the musalla of the woman to my right caught my eye. in that moment, from that angle, i felt as though i was sitting in the haram facing the rawdah, in the exact spot i would usually be breaking my fast in. i was transported spiritually and i felt a peace of heart that i haven’t known for a long time. this is how ramadan is supposed to feel.
after ending the salah with salam, i turned to her and asked her where she had gotten her musalla from since it was so beautiful. she wasn’t sure but i told her that looking at it makes me feel like im in madinah. then we went on our merry ways finishing off the rest of the taraweeh.
as i turned my head to the left to read the last salaam of my witr, a bit of fabric caught my eye. i looked up confused and was met with the woman trying to hurry away. i called out to her, “oh, no! wait! i didn’t want your musalla, just to let you know that it’s beautiful.” yet she insisted i keep it.
this is the spirit of Nabi ﷺ that lives on in every one of us; magnifying this spirit is what ramadan is all about.
now, every time i pray on my new musalla, i don’t only feel like i’m in madinah, i feel the love of Nabi ﷺ thanks to the beautiful gesture of this kind woman.
may Allah ﷻ accept her and all that she does. ameen.
