the winter hues: the best season for a believer

THE BEST SEASON TO A BELIEVER IS THE WINTER, ITS NIGHTS ARE LONG FOR THOSE WHO WISH TO PRAY, AND ITS DAYS ARE SHORT FOR THOSE WHO WISH TO FAST.

It had been overcast since I woke up today. I poked my head out of the window quite many times to make sure if it had started raining. I tried to look closely at the grey street and the dark hues in the rooftops. Perhaps those were just the reflections of graphite tones of the sky that promised rain. Then suddenly the clouds conspired to let some rays of sunlight in and it all brightened at once only to fade again.

The wind smelled of something 🍂.
I wondered what it was. It smelled of ‘pyaz-waala-qeema’ that my Mom used to cook on some rainy day. As I texted her and asked for the recipe, the clouds turned sun-kissed white again. The sky seemed as indecisive as I, whether to rain or not.The clouds overtook and it was dark once again.

The wind smelled of thing 🍂.
I wondered what it was. I struck the loose bun on my head and the earthy scent of henna came forth. As if it was the cold wind that blew my hair into artistic swirl. It was the day for some pampering and self-care. The air smelled of warm tea and Pakoras too. It was the day for some feasts too.

The wind smelled of something 🍂.
I wondered what it was. It smelled of the cosy blanket and the books in hardback. It smelled of the bookmark seeping all the stories it ever read. It smelled of crispy pages, fresh ink and all the stories I always wanted to write. The sun and the clouds were still playing hide and seek outside. I knew it was not the day to be caught in downpour. It was a day to just relax and write. And, that’s what I did.I just painted a picture of approaching winters in my words.

The wind smelled of something.
And, I realised it was winter behind the clouds, knocking on the door.

Everything outside would be muted to the point of dullness soon and we all will slow down our activities.

SubhanAllaah!
How excellent were the affairs of pious predecessors. While we waited winters for the beautiful cardigans & caps, for hot tea & warm soups; they rejoiced for something else.

May Allaah have mercy on Imam al-Hasan al-Basri who said, “The best season to a believer is the winter, its nights are long for those who wish to pray, and its days are short for those who wish to fast.”

Let’s rejoice.
The wind smells of winters.

Sisterly Yours
The Might of Pen

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