THe MYSTERY REMAINS.....

Last night I planned to have my blog updated but with a lot of things happened yesterday , I just couldn’t concentrate to write any entry…I ended up deleting what I had written twice…..one with only a few lines of words I my self didn’t really understand..the second one was even worse…I stopped after just a few words …..my mind wasn’t there….I went blank of what actually I wanted to write….

So, here I am , still very early in the morning ..still trying to pour down something into my blog….. Let’s see………

Looking at this time of the year…many grab the chance of school and summer holidays to be in Makkah ….. I’d like to share my unforgettable experiences while I was there….

I remember two scenarios that took place in the holy land Makkah sometime ago when I was there performing my umrah . These two incidents for me really made me wonder and then eccept the fact that it is indeed true that only ALLAH THE ALMIGHTY knows what inside my heart and my mind…. Here it goes….


INCIDENT NO 1

It’s been a hot day outside Masjidil Haram and I noticed everytime I was on my way to the masjid, an old was always sitting down not far from the Fatah Gate and when it’s almost time to pray, he would drag himself ( he couldn’t walk ) into the entrance of the masjid to pray. Sometimes I saw a man offered to carry him into the masjid…one thing I I learned, he wasn’t a beggar…not like many other handicapped adults and children who roamed around the masjid begging for money…he was just not that kind of person, he sat outside the masjid with tasbih in his hands and his mouth never stopped zikr to Allah.

One day , I was very clear with my niat to donate just 5 riyals to that old man…just 5 riyals ..the amount that I was sincere to donate while I was on my way back to my hotel..that’s my plan and my 100% niat was to get reward from Allah ….

I put a 5 riyals ( for donation ) note and a 50 ( to buy something ) riyals note in my pocket and headed to the masjid together with my kids, Sumayyah and Izzat (izzat was only 3 at that time so he always followed me around )…. We were quite late and were able to follow the imam by praying very close to the main door..near the security /policemen…. At that moment I took a glance of that old man ..he was praying just next to us..( we were on the left side and he was on the right side of the main gate )… When we were just started to pray, an arab moman and her daughter( almost the same height like sumayyah ) joined our ‘ saf’..the mother prayed beside me and the girl stood beside sumayyah….. right after saying our salams…those two arabs got off and left……

As I planned I wanted to donate the money to that old man before leaving the masjid….. I searched for the money in my pocket and I did it several times.. I could feel there’s only ONE note left in my pocket…I took it out and the only note left was the 50 riyals note…the 5 riyals or donation was gone…

How could it be ??????

I told Sumayyah that I couldn’t find the 5 riyal note which I was very sure it was there in my pocket…..

Then I remember something…….It must be it !!! That arab lady who prayed beside me..

I remember when I was in the sujud position I could feel something moving somewhere around my pocket but the movement was so gentle/subtle just like very small finger-like object and it happened in just 2/3 seconds..that’s it…Once again I told sumayyah about the feeling that I thought would be the case, she then told me she also lost her tissue (she had runny nose that day ) that she put in her pocket and she could also felt a little-finger ‘touch’ in her pocket while praying….

I made the conclusion those arab mother and daughter were pro thieves which made the masjid as their banks to ‘withdraw’ money…Well , that little girl wasn’t that lucky…she only withdrew a wet-mucus tissue….hehehehe……..

I then waited for my darling at the entrance and I borrowed 5 riyals from him and donated the money to that old arab man and I could still see his face smiling with full of joy receiving that 5 riyals…..At that time I was also full of happiness knowing that I had completed my mission..but a bit disappointed…not with my own money….

I then told my darling about how I had intended to donate 5 riyals to that man and that the money had gone.....my darling didn't say anything......

The moral of the story….It happened almost a decade ago but I am still searching for the moral of the incident….

Was I too stingy to only donate 5 riyals instead of the 50 note ???
I just couldn’t donate that 50 because I still had many stuff that I’d like buy for souvenirs ……….

Why did the lady steal only the 5 riyal and not the 50 riyals ???
My niat was to donate the 5 riyal and the thief took it from me…was it because I didn’t really have the intention to donate afterall ???
No, I was at that time 100% sure with my whole heart to give the money to that old man…

Was my money not 'clean ' ???

I got that money from my teachings..... I love teaching all my life .......

In the conclusion I regarded that episode of mystery could only be answered by THE ALL KNOWING ALLAH …..ALLAH KNOWS EVERY SINGLE THING HAPPENS TO US…NOBODY CAN DENY….

Incident No 2…….to be continued sometime later this month………

Have a great day !!!!!!!!!!