We all need such a space. Those of us that don’t have one, I suppose, must create our own. For sure, my heart yearns for such a place. Perhaps one weekend I will make pilgrimage to their humble dwelling for an afternoon.
It reminds me of that place of my dreams, on a journey up a mountain in 2005. As I wrote then:
This post is about that place in my heart. It is not a geographical place, but an emotional place. That place that the author described: “It is the Islam of the quaint villages…” Yes, this is the yearning of my heart. That place of true brotherhood outside the mosque, that place of a simplicity that does not care for our modern-day obsessions with labels and debates. That place where Allah is remembered, where life stops for the prayer, where brothers respect one another and welcome the stranger passing through. That place of beauty.
My Heart, June 2006
I suppose that if we cannot physically migrate to such a space, then we must spiritually migrate. To build such a community in our locality. To bring this way to life in our lives.
Last modified: 28 March 2023
