Ta'if, Day 2
After Fajr
A whirlwind… Detroit, New York, Riyadh, Jeddah, Mecca, and now Ta’if. These blessed lands create an overwhelming atmosphere that now has me awake (and alert) despite little sleep and much travel. I have waited for such a spiritual awakening for long enough and I am ready for it. According to Shaykh Abdel Hadi Honerkamp, this is Fat’h or opening. I feel numbness, but not a bad one. More like inner peace and we have hardly begun. What a beautiful way to begin! The Fat’h of Umrah, not once but twice, and separate tawaf twice as well. During Sa’i, walking from Marwa to Safa, I cried while living Malcolm X’s experience decades later. The awe of faces from such distant lands impressed me to say the least and for some reason the most when I encountered those from the Far East, children with their parents, and youth running to imitate our mother Hajar. Young men running because a woman did so. Had God ordered them to swim across the seas, I have no doubt they would. A testament of faith.
Late at Night
By the blessing of God, I am in a beautiful place with beautiful people at a beautiful time. These lands maintain the barakah of the Prophet (SAWS) and the awliyaa despite all the terrible catastrophes occurring around the world. These people remind of the saying of the Prophet (SAWS):
Whomever Allah wants good for, He gives him wisdom in creed.
The tenderness of heart I saw today in our beloved Shaykh Abdel Hadi Honerkamp and Shaykh Abdullah al- Kadi is beyond anything I could have possibly imagined. May Allah preserve them and protect them. I hung on every word as if it was my last lifeline. It could very well be the case for how miserable is a soul that has not been directed to Truth and Certainty. My life has been realigned, transformed. If Paradise was simply gatherings such as these, I would be content. Astonishing is how humble these teachers are, going so far as to have Shaykh Abdel Hadi call himself a Tufayli, but nothing could be more far from the truth. It makes me wonder how I could ever call myself more than a wandering beggar seeking an ounce of knowledge from men llike him who could never hold back.
Iman Abdulrazzak, Michigan
Age 19
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