One wonders, while wandering the alleyways of this Radiant City….
How many feet have crossed the worn thresholds of these doors?
How many have exited, responding to the call of Adhan?
How many have entered and exited with Du’a on their tongue?
How many births deaths and marriages have these old structures seen?
How many face lifts and coats of paint are hidden beneath the present exterior?
How much food and water has been carried into the privacy these doors protect?
How many guests have stood offering Salam as they arrive and leave?
How much money has passed these barriers, and how was it earned?
How many books have these doors seen pass by them?
How much recitation of Qur’an and Dhikr have these doors heard?
How many words of love, laughter, joy and peace have echoed past them?
How many sad comments, arguments, expressions of anger have been witnessed?
How much dust has settled then blown away from them?
How many raindrops have washed the surface?
Who built the walls to support the frame?
Who made the frame to hold the door?
Who planted the tree for the wood?
Who cut the tree for the timber?
Who carved and shaped the door?
Who fashioned and welded the metal?
Who worked in the factory to produce the paint?
Who created the design?
Who decided on the colour to paint the door?
Who painted it?
Who has been secluded safely within?
Who has been locked out?
Who imported the materials required?
Who transported them to the factory?
Who delivered the door and how?
Who fitted the lock?
Who has a key?
Who will buy these doors?
Who will refit these doors?
Whose modesty will they hide?
What pounding and knocking has reverberated on these doors?
What goods have they been security for?
What nationalities have worked within and walked through them?
Who will construct a new building on this site?
What style of doors will welcome future pilgrims?
An excessive number of questions?
Not compared to what we will be asked to account for from the multitude of bounties bestowed upon us each and every minute, secreted in each and every detail of our being.
SubhanAllah, Alhumdulillahir Rabbil Aalameen!
So, what is the condition of the door to your heart?
Who, what do you allow in?
Who, what do you allow out?
Who, what do you welcome?
Who, what do you ignore?
Who has the key?
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. May He accept our humble efforts and grant us the capacity to be good and do good. Ameen.