It was a silent summer noon in the middle of the desert when the clock struck 1 🕐.
The sand was sleeping all around and the road still had the footprints of lost travelers in its dirt. As she stepped out from her car a bright light almost blinded her, as if the air in front of him was being warped and twisted.
She quickly made her escape to the mosque in front of her.
The door creaked open.
The mosque inside was as deserted as the desert outside, desolate.
The door clanged shut behind, and now she was alone there behind the closed doors.
She looked all around as she heard the ‘Bismillaah’ back. Pretending she didn’t notice she headed towards the ablution area. The tiles were so arid as if nobody had stepped in from quite long. As she removed her veil for ‘wudhu’ she heard a sound inside. Her hands moved forward hesitantly for the doorknob…she paused for a moment…and then…she let the door open with a jerk.
Tep. Tep. Tep…
It was a tap leaking inside the toilet. She turned the valves off and came out.
Without wasting any more time, she sat on the stool to make her ablution for prayer and came inside to pray.
It was a beautiful calm prayer. Serene. Peaceful. Undisturbed.
No. It was not the premises of the mosque that were ghostly 🙄, it was the premise in our minds that was eerie 😈.
It was just like any other mosque, a place to remember Allaah. If there was any unseen entity over there it must be of angels.*
She prayed there without any fear ❤️.
She thanked Allaah SWT for providing her a comfortable place to pray at the appointed time.
She made her Duas loud to not miss the opportunity of angels praying back for her.
She felt blessed that her Lord gave her the chance to glorify Him in a mosque that is not visited by many.
She left from there praying “O Allaah. Never close the doors of Your mosques and Your mercy for me. Never”.
She came back unharmed. Alhamdulillaah.
How often do we hear this in our homes…
“Hey. Do not visit a deserted mosque.”
“Do not dare to go there”
“They are always haunted”.
By, Allaah in Whose hands is my soul, what an evil thought, what a cow hearted act!
We do not mind missing our obligatory prayers but would not step inside a mosque (so-called-haunted) fearing we might catch some harm.
What bigger harm than missing Salah.
What bigger curse than turning backs to the house of remembrance.
And, what bigger ghost than the demon sitting within us 😈(who inspire such creepy thoughts)
If there is any place where we should really fear going then that is…bars, cinemas, casinos, and the marketplaces, not the mosques. Do we?
Not only the evil is widespread but they are… (do your homework)
The world is really upside down.
Allaah SWT has commanded us to venerate the mosques as He says (interpretation of the meaning):
“In houses (mosques) which Allaah has ordered to be raised (to be cleaned, and to be honoured), in them, His Name is remembered [i.e. Adhaan, Iqaamah, Salaah (prayers), invocations, recitation of the Qur’aan]. Therein glorify Him (Allaah) in the mornings and in the afternoons or the evenings. [Qur’an; 24:36]
If you see a mosque that is not visited by many, take the privilege. Run towards (not from it). Your name will be amongst those very few people who venerated it. Pray there. Check if you can fix something over there, clean a bit or place something to eat or drink for visitors (The brave hearts).
A little bit hesitation is quite normal in such a lonesome setting. For that remember this verse…
The Masjids of Allah shall be maintained only by those who believe in Allah and the Last Day; perform the Salah, and give Zakah and fear none but Allah. It is they who are on true guidance. [Qur’an; 9:18]
Fear no one except Allaah.**
Do not miss prayers even if you have to step in the ghostly mosques.
By the way, I am wondering if the bright light that blinded her was simply the sun in the desert-summer. And, the ‘Bismillaah’ she heard back was simply the echo 😋.
And, I am wondering why the world is ‘Upside Down’ 🤔.
The Might of Pen