Bismillahir Rahmānir Raheem.
Insha Allah, in five days, my cousin Mazhar (who is three months my senior) is getting married. Strange times — in a very good way, Masha Allah. This life is intrinsically hard; day after day, some moments, we find… they are just ablaze, almost, with possibility.
Mazhar is marrying a woman called Sadia. Yes, my future Bhabi-Insha Allah (Bhabi = Bengali for brother’s wife / cousin’s wife) and I share the same first name. We also share, apparently, a love for writing, as well as a tendency towards introversion. The defensive side of me feels inclined, here, towards explaining that introversion does not mean being wholly averse to social interaction and such. I really do just… like the quiet, the ‘simple’, and therein I find elegance; I tend to talk when I feel inclined to, and ‘small’ things are often quite satisfactory to this mind and heart of mine.
So much has happened in recent days/weeks/months/years, perhaps, even. I wonder what on Earth to do about them. Write about them, furiously, desperately, almost? As if to seek to contain them within bottles in the form of articles? Process them somehow? Sit and reflect?
We go through traumatic happenings — on the larger scales, and on the ‘smaller’, i.e. more personal ones. Things we think about, day in, day out: how strange, that these tend to be the things that we scarcely really talk about? We go through beautiful, wonderful happenings too. On the larger scales, and on the ‘smaller’, more personal ones. Perhaps others won’t easily understand all of them, not even if we tried.
Why seek to capture, in little bottles, things that only really come and go? And if it’s important, and valuable, and means something, then I hope that it will stay. In my own memory; in my heart. If my memory begins to fade: then, in others’. And, even after that: in my Book, which I hope shall be placed in my right hand.
There is just so much. And the days ebb and flow, and come and go, like a needle and thread bobbing up and down, through some tapestry piece. Oh, what happens next?
I just know that all this happens: frantically, frenetically. Energetically, sometimes, and there is a dullness of pain, day in, day out, at other points. All of this comes to an end, too, and only Allah remains.
So, whatever, whenever, whoever, however: فَصَبْرٌ جَمِيلٌ. The ups and downs, and knowing the ins and outs. Exhibit a beautiful patience/steadfastness/perseverance/balance. Life is an adventure, no matter what, and I so wish you well on yours, dear reader.
With Salaam, Sadia, 2021.