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by Talal Sarwani
Wisam's little hands struggled with his laces in the dark of the early morn. He heard the door of his parents' room creak open, and rushed out of his room. Wisam's father smiled when he saw his wide-eyed child awake at the early hour. He whispered "mashaAllah" to himself, and stuck out his hand. Wisam grasped his father's hand, and they both walked out of the house, onto the rubble-ridden road. It was a beautifully quiet time of the day. The faces of all were awake with wide smiles of welcome and glad tidings. Amid the silence, Wisam found an odd solace in the sounds of stone crushing under their feet; the feet of those whose destination was one this morning.
Wisam had been anticipating this morning for the past two weeks. It was going to be his first chance to sit with the men during breakfast. Breakfast would come later, though, as first he would have to complete the task that made his father finally see him as a Man. As they got closer to the Masjid, the road filled up with more and more Believers. Tidings of peace here, tidings of peace there, praising of Allah here, and praising of Allah there. Wisam took off his shoes and stepped onto the cool marble floor, which he always found out of place amongst the wartorn remains of the buildings around them. When he entered the main prayer hall, an amazing cool went through him, making his innards almost sigh in relief. He prayed two nafl with is dad in the first line of the Masjid, and they both sat, awaiting the Adhaan. Wisam loved to look at his father during the short time before the Call to Prayer. All the stories that Shaykh Abdul-Rahim used to tell them, of the Sahaba and the Tabi'een, of the real men who walked this Earth, it was in his father that he saw all those characteristics. Abu Wisam would always say that it was his son that changed him into the Man he was today, that it was in this precious gift from Allah that he found his way onto the Straight Path. It was Wisam that made him pay attention to the love he had for his wife, and it was Wisam that reconciled him with his own father.
Qasim, the Muetthin, rose up and walked to the front of the Masjid to make the call. Umm Wisam sat in the dark of her room, awaiting the same call the men were eager to hear in the Masjid. "ALLAHU AKBAR"... Qasim's voice resonated from the Masjid, through the rubble, and into Umm Wisam's heart. It was at that moment, as it was every morning for her, that a tear fell from her eye. "ALLAHU AKBAR", and her heart trembled. "ALLAHU AKBAR! ALLAHU AKBAR!". So the Call continued, and as it came to an end, Umm Wisam wiped the tears from her cheeks; tears spent thanking Allah for the child and husband He had given her. Thanking Allah for the warmth her heart felt when she turned to Him. Thanking Allah for the respite of this Deen amid the chaos all around them. "SubhanAllah walhamduliAllah".
Qasim arose once more to make the Iqama. The Men stood up, standing shoulder-to-shoulder, foot-to-foot, brother-to-brother, keeping the Shaitaan away from infiltrating the ranks of the Believers. As the Men submitted to Allah, the Mothers, Daughters, and Sisters of the area were busy preparing the first meal of the day. Umm Wisam remembered her son used to watch his mother as she cooked, joking with her, and telling her not to worry since he was the Man of the house while Abu was gone. Mother and Son would always share a quick breakfast before the Men returned, and the busyness of the day began. That was before, though, and Umm Wisam smiled as she thought of her eleven-year-old Man praying in the Masjid.
Next door, Fatima bint Uthman prepared three water balloons in anticipation of Wisam's return. It was time to get him back for his constant "I'm a Man, I'm a Man" talk. She was ready to show him the wrath of a Woman. Never will he call her "Batteekhah" again, she thought to herself, yet she couldn't help but smile at the word when she thought of it. She peered out her door, and in the distance saw Men beginning to leave the Masjid. She grasped two balloons in her hands, and stood with her back against the wall.
Wisam joined his father in greeting all the Men. Fajr reminded souls of their fitra, so all the faces were happy and full of cheer, with not a gruff or tired look in sight. Wisam bent down to clumsily ties his shoes, as his father said a few words to the Imam.
Umm Wisam placed the dishes on her tray and picked them up.
Fatima knew that it was a wait of a only a few moments more.
Wisam kept on missing that last loop to tighten his lace.
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