ALMISKEENAH

 

 

O Majestic Moon, so esteemed by the Creator to have your name highlighted so many times in the Preserved Tablet, to be repeated by Gibril and the Most Favoured, and written over and over in The Book of Books embroidering the globe, to constantly be on the tongues and in the hearts of millions of believers.

O Majestic Moon, I witnessed you playfully engrossed in a hide and seek as Commanded, in the shadows of the floating orbs of sun and earth, demurely preparing your glowing coppery niqab for another enactment of His Signs and reminders to those who ponder.

O Majestic Moon, your Haya in this guise kept you from your more intimate embrace of the Dome of Felicity. On this night your songs of praise and adoration exulted from a distance as you peered from high in the heavens accompanied by the lyrical harmonics of all celestial beings. A galactic crescendo Decreed to perform this harmony of the spheres only on rare occasions, imparting mystical mysteries, dispersed with staccato interludes of warning and retribution from Ahad, Ahad.

O Majestic Moon, how you must shiver as the cymbals crash their message to fear Him and how you must sway in soothing motion lulled by the repetitive themes extolling Taqwa.  

O Majestic Moon, my desire was to capture your beguiling beauty to cherish forever, to exhibit your exquisite aura exuded by this unique event. But your gentle whispers spoke of impermanence, of mortality, of turning my gaze from you, entering the Arc of Ascent, seeking the intrinsically Divine.

O Majestic Moon, then the skies vibrated with the call As-Salatu Jaamiah, As-Salatu Jaamiah, as footsteps hurried across marbled shine to the hallowed confines of the Haram. You watched as necks no longer craned seeking your image, but now bent in humility and submission to His Words as found in As-Saffat. This small selected group of slaves emerging from the nights embrace, arranged in rows, unified in the safety of His prayer, following the way of His Habib, SallAllahu alaihi wassalam, seeking His refuge as you, O Majestic Moon, were bathed in a deep amber gown. I so much wanted to stare at your transformation, to be transfixed as you were suspended far beyond the opened dome of Masjid Nabawi, but my concentration was snatched and imprisoned by Him as At-Tur resonated from pillar to pillar of this almost empty Sanctuary. Heralding the bliss that will be enjoyed by the believers, contrasted with the torments of the Fire. Allah Almighty swearing by the Mountain that our judgement is inevitable Ya Lateef.  

O Majestic Moon, your view  from so high above must have seen bodies bent in Ruku for an eternity, I dared not look to you, my soul and being devoted to the One Who demanded all of me, head now sunk to where the veils are lifted, SubhanAllah!

O Majestic Moon, as your cameo role was enacted out, your significance became peripheral, my heart shivered with the Words of Al Haqqa where our Rabb swears by what we can see and what we cannot see, with His reminders continuing in Al-Mar’arij.  How could I contemplate lifting my gaze to watch your moves, as Allah Ta’ala is mentioning who will be honoured in Gardens of bliss?  

 

O Majestic Moon, maybe you did not see me treading gently in an ethereal darkness, while your attention was arrested as you obediently shed your luminosity. Maybe none other than Allah Ta’ala and His Most Beloved Messenger, SallAllahu alaihi wassalam saw me shyly pass the darkened Abode, where transparent tears fell as if in a cup, the container and the contained becoming one.

 

All good is from Allah Ta’ala whereas mistakes are from this humble speck. May Allah Ta’ala Bless all readers, bringing you all closer to Him and His Rasul SallAllahu alaihi wasallam. Ameen.