Coming back visiting many homes and many families, my eyes are open to what is really special about my home…
Soaring high above the ground.
High. Very High. Leaving behind tears, joys, quarrels, emotions, mistakes, efforts, feats, and a lot more. You are leaving behind a chunk of your life.
Ahead of you is the destination and a life unpredictable.
And, with you is the safety card (‘unpredictable’ ahead, I told you), a few instructions from the crew and fellow passengers who are traveling with you (even if just for a brief time).
You are traveling.
To travel is beautiful, for the destination and for the journey.
I was on my return journey ✈️.
As soon as the plane was stable in the height after take-off and I finished saying all my routine prayers, I took out my stuff and got some work done. The co-passenger traveling with me the journey of life seated next to me, my husband, got immersed in backing-up photos on his device.
After around an hour when I got a bit tired of being engrossed, I loosened a bit. The guy next to me, my husband, was also done with his mobile.
Oh! I see 🤓.
The small screen that keeps bouncing ahead of our faces and keeps one’s eyes glued to it in the flights was not there. There was no built-in entertainment system in this flight.
My heart cringes watching people ‘ankhiyon se goli maarey’ high above in the clouds (Is being a bit closer to the sky while onboard makes us closer to God as well? Just wondering 🤔)
At the same time, I felt bad for my yawning hubby.
I initiated a few conversations to fill his entertainment void nicely but couldn’t continue for long as the drowsy mist and the dusky aura in flight have already tainted me with yawns 😴.
I asked him casually and handed over to him the novel I was carrying in my handbag without even waiting for his answer.
‘No’ or ‘Yes’; doesn’t matter?
A good novel has no side effects.
“Read it, Honey 😐.”
Now I was on my own; at my best, with my thoughts.
I reclined myself on the plane seat, put a towel on my already closed eyes to not let any dream stolen and any thought leaked…I reposed in silence.
I had left behind tears, joys, quarrels, emotions, mistakes, efforts, feats, and a lot more. I had left behind a good chunk of my life.
Hidden from all the eyes, beneath the face towel, enclosed in two fairly large eyelids, a film was playing in my eyes. They said there was no built-in entertainment system in the flight. Who even needs that?
A film of my travel is playing here.
With my eyes closed, I am thinking that how easy it is to lose sight of what you have when you’re mired in your daily life. The things that you have taken for granted are dreams of many.
I am coming back visiting many homes and many families and my eyes are open to what is really special about my home.
I am coming back with a fresh appreciation for my life. I am coming back once again with the same feeling, more intense this time, that there really is no place like home.
I am coming back with some tears as well; tears of remorse, tears of shame, tears of a guilty conscience. Tears of slipping away in crookedness from the straight path. Tears of going weak at my knees and being unable to stay firm on my stand on many instances.
It is so easy to practice your commitment to your Lord in the comfort zone of your home. However, the test of your stand is always outside your boundaries.
By Allaah, there is one more reason and that is greatest of all to love my home and my family; and, that is the freedom, the privilege, the immunity to live a life that He, our Lord, wants from all of us to live.
A life I want to live…without being bullied.
“Ladies and gentlemen, as we start our descent, please make sure…”
Bringing the seat upright looking at the dim lights floating atop on the ocean beneath, I said these words from the ‘Prophetic invocation for returning from a journey’ in a voice audible enough to my ears…
آيِبُونَ تَائِبُونَ عَابِدُونَ لِرَبِّنَا حَامِدُونَ
We return repentant to our Lord, worshipping our Lord, and praising our Lord.
How True ❤️!
The Might of Pen