The morning start

There are always some things about myself that I would not have ever noticed had I not persisted in reflecting. This must be the reason why I greatly enjoy meeting people, observing, learning and writing. It is as if I'm opening the rusty windows of my heart, letting some gentle breeze blow through it, sending a message of peace to the interconnected mind. It is an opportunity to know and understand myself better, the Safwan that I falsely thought I've known every single thing about. Early that morning, I gained another insight..

I was deep in my dreams when suddenly Sedin's voice entered into my realm without prior warning. I sat up with resisting eyes and peeked around- outside it was still dark, only not pitch-dark, but everyone in the house was already awake. There were a few movements in and out of the room, and shortly after one of them made the call of prayer. In a few minutes we were ready, standing in straight, well-disciplined rows with Sedin at the front most to lead us. The prayers definitely did not take more than 5 minutes, but to me it was deeply effective. Praising the Almighty, asking for His guidance, love and forgiveness- I would not have preferred any other ways to start my day with.

Yet again I was astonished- and went straight into contemplative mode. My religious background and upbringing are not flawless, there are many others who outdo us by significant distances. We don't frequent the mosque everyday, or strive in learning a large part, if not whole, of the Quran by heart, but we have our principles and certainly cover our basics. As the head of the family, our father taught us to focus on knowledge and togetherness- that we ought to learn and do so with each other's company. He set the example by teaching us the Quran and ahadith after the dusk prayer each day almost without a miss. As a result, I grew up prioritizing prayers in congregation, that I care about it so much, and have by far persuade many to share this same feeling. I've seen, from my primary school to university experience, how challenging it can be to get everyone from the same household to pray in congregation, not to speak of the dawn- early morning- prayer. You would have to treat each time as the first, convincing them of the same thing, bearing their same excuses, waiting for their predictable procrastinations- still there is no guarantee of full attendance. But these people prove to be different. These young Bosnian Muslims, every one of them made it into the congregation, and mind, it was hardly 5 in the morning.

I am not in a speck of doubt that there is more to be seen. There is something about this country and her people that I am yet to learn; something, I guess, simply different. On the streets, an average observer's eyes will not gather much of their spiritual penchant, but here, living with them in their houses, and from what I've seen in the mosques, it is not to be belittled. When the sun rises, I'm all set for a handful more of new discoveries!