Senseless

Last week a little around midnight I heard someone firing a gun in my neighborhood and I was pretty annoyed.  Why was I annoyed as opposed to scared out of my mind?  Well, because it’s wedding season, and around this time, the sound of gunshots is not too uncommon.  Men typically fire rounds of gunshots accompanying the groom and his family’s arrival to the wedding ceremony and/or (which was most likely the circumstance in this case since it was close to midnight) when the bride and groom are escorted back to their home after the festivities are over.

Yes, gunshots.

Like it’s a freaking military salute or something.

People think that just because they are firing the bullets in the air, it makes them safe and no one is harmed.  They forget that this pesky little thing called gravity causes what goes up to also COME DOWN.

About an hour or so into the intermittent firing, I heard a loud CRACK on the terrace just outside my bedroom.  It scared the heck out of me…and then enraged me again because I realized that what I heard was most likely the sound of a stray bullet hitting our home.  Sure enough, early the next morning, I found the remains of a bullet, bent out of shape from hitting our terrace floor.

The tragedy of this is that so many people die from these stray bullets.  What upsets me is that even though the hour was late, the weather was very nice and it’s not unlikely for people to still be out on their roofs or terraces enjoying the evening.  I don’t even want to continue with the horrific possibilities that crossed my mind.  Suffice it to say that, since becoming a mother, I find myself hating all kinds of dangerous habits even more, especially when they are in any sort of proximity to my son.

Why did it never cross these people’s minds that the very action they are doing to celebrate their happiness could be cause for another family’s grief?

“The best believer according to his practice of Islam is one from whose tongue and hand Muslims are safe.”  [Bukhari, Muslim]

We have lost all feeling for our fellow Muslims.  We’ve become like a dismembered corpse—a finger there, a limb there—we CAN NOT function scattered the way we are, completely numb to each other.  We are useless this way—unless and until we start seeing the Ummah as an entire functioning organism.  The pain of one part of us requires our full attention, or else we will be handicapped.  If we avoided hurting one another because we realize that to hurt our brothers/sisters in Islam would mean hurting ourselves, think what a better world we could make for ourselves.  If we could just start thinking about how we could HELP EACH OTHER instead of trying to beat one another out in our rat race to the top, maybe, just maybe we could all taste success.

Is this a utopian way of thinking?  I really don’t think so.  I think this is an Islamic way of thinking.

When Malcolm X returned after his pilgrimage to Mecca, he said that there was a particular hadith that truly moved him, and I will leave you with these words:

“None of you believes until he wants for his brother what he would want for himself.” [Bukhari, Muslim]

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2 Responses to “Senseless”
  1. ummsulaim says:

    Asalamoalaykum warahmatullah,

    SubhanAllah! How outrageous!
    May Allah SWT give us all the ability to use our head and keep us all safe from each others’ evil.Ameen.

    Love,
    -UmmS.

    • wa Alikum as Salaam wa Rahmatullahi wa Barakatahu
      Ameen sister. Let’s just hope that we learn from this and become more considerate of others in our actions. Not only is it important to fulfill the rights of our Brothers and Sisters in Islam but we need to become better representatives of Islam. Inshallah, may we see a day when the Muslims live up to the examples of our pious predecessors.
      Ameen.

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