“I do not think it’s that deep.”
I have this strange relationship with water.
It fascinates me ❤️ but haunts too.
It draws me ❤️ but drives away too.
That day when we were standing near the water at Corniche and I leaned just too much on the fence…
“Gir gai na bachogi nahin (No chance of survival if you fall off)”, somebody said.
“No. I don’t think water is that deep here”, I said.
“You will be just as dead if you fall here as when you fall in the mid of the ocean. So better…just don’t lean this much.”
True. But it still begged the question ‘how deep the water was’, we kept discussing. No doubt water was that deep there that if somebody, who doesn’t know swimming falls, might get drowned easily. However, I could still see the ground beneath the water, vaguely if not clear. And, it was giving me some hope at least.
Anyways. Neither I fell off (Alhamdulillaah ❤️) nor I got drowned (Summa-Alhamdulillaah ❤️). I am alive, friends 🙋♀️.
A few days back, I was reading the exegesis of surah al-Zaariyaat in Qur’an and I came across this verse talking about those who deny hereafter and do not believe in God…
الَّذِيۡنَ هُمۡ فِىۡ غَمۡرَةٍ سَاهُوۡنَۙ
who are steeped in ignorance and heedlessness [Qur’an; 51:11]
So, this word ‘ghamrat’ in Arabic is roughly translated as someone deluded, confused in ignorance. Alhamdulillaah. I got the context of the verses and moved on as usual. I didn’t think that there could be anything more to it until I read about the word analysis of this verse through somebody.
This word ‘ghamrat’ also means a kind of flood in particular, so deep, where you can not even find the ground beneath.
It immediately took me back to my Corniche memory. Just because I could see a vague ground beneath the water, I could at least have some hope of life. And, I get goosebumps thinking of water so deep where one cannot even find the earth beneath.
This is the analogy I got of the mental state of somebody who denies the hereafter, in the flood of confusion and ignorance where there is no hope of coming back.
Should I say it mere coincidence that nowadays I am having a discussion with an atheist? And, it really feels like making splashes for life desperately in water, so deep, where there is no ground beneath.
What impresses me even more (and, it is not the first time) is the richness and depth of this beautiful language, Arabic, the liturgical language of Islam. How multiple meanings of a single word back up each other and make them even more profound.
I can really visualize the state of mind of an atheist in my mind.
And, I can see myself fighting hard to catch some breath of air drowning in deep waters.
Can any of you tell me how should I make my atheist friend believe in God 🤔?
Should I learn Swimming 🤔?
Just a thought!
Sisterly Yours ❤️
The Might of Pen