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The
Joy of Hajj
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By
Dilshad D. Ali |
03/03/2002
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All
around the world Hajjis (pilgrims) are back home. Having completed their
wondrous, life-changing journey to Mecca and Media, Muslims have returned
re-energized and revitalized. It’s a whole new world, full of promise, faith
and the potential for the kind of happiness found in worshiping Allah (swt),
doing things that please him and making the most of our lives.
I
write like I know what I’m talking about. But I’ve never actually performed
Hajj (the pilgrimage). I’ve never even done Umra (the lesser pilgrimage). For
that matter, I’ve never even been to Saudi Arabia, let alone Mecca and Medina.
But from speaking with many people who have performed Hajj, I envision it as
being fun, enlightening, joyous, awe-inspiring and overwhelming.
Fun?
I
imagine so. After all, “fun” is not an adjective reserved only for hanging
out with friends and family, going out to dinner or playing a round of
Scattergories (you know, one of those “get together” games). “Fun”
refers to anything that provides enjoyment. I’m not saying one performs Hajj
just for enjoyment. I’m just saying it’s one of the many wonderful
byproducts that come with the holy pilgrimage – enjoyment that stems from
worship. What could be better than that?
That
kind of enjoyment must be more fulfilling, more lasting, more satisfying than
any other kind we experience on a daily basis through conventional forms of
entertainment. I believe enjoyment and Islam are synonymous. How could Islam be
the fast-growing religion in the world if people didn’t enjoy being Muslims?
In
these post 9/11 days, Muslims are reclaiming Islam – talking about it,
teaching it and living it in a way that paints a positive picture for the
non-Islamic world. Yet dark stereotypes persist – that Islam breeds terrorism,
that it is a religion of intolerance, of fear and hate, not love. Nothing could
be further from the truth. I’m not an Islamic scholar by any means, but I do
know that this is a religion one can truly enjoy practicing.
And
of the five pillars ascribed to Islam, performing Hajj must be one of the most
wonderful things of all. The sparse coverage of this year’s Hajj by popular
media does a great disservice to the world. Those who don’t know about Hajj
just see millions of people circling the Kaba (the rectangular shaped building
in the heart of Mecca). But it’s so much more, I’m told.
My
parents went in 1986. They still remember all the minute details of that
experience – the heat, but how no one felt it; the camaraderie of being with
fellow Muslims; the awareness of the beauty and greatness of Allah (swt) as
never known before. My mother’s face lights up whenever she speaks of their
pilgrimage. It’s a lesson of faith and enjoyment that will last a lifetime.
My
father-in-law, who has performed Hajj three times, says the first time one sees
the Kaba is one of the most momentous occasions. It’s difficult to properly
describe what it feels like, he tells me. And my mother-in-law says the first
time she went, she couldn’t believe she was allowed to be there. She felt it
was a place for only the most pious. But she quickly learned that Hajj was for
all Muslims, that Allah (swt) loved everyone and welcomed them to his house here
on Earth.
I’ve
heard various figures on how many Muslims converged for Hajj this year and they
suggest that this year’s group was the largest ever. It seems like I know
three times as many people who went for Hajj this year than in any years prior.
Friends, relatives, acquaintances; everyone seems to know someone who went.
Perhaps it’s a reaction to 9/11, an imperative urgency to perform this duty
required of Muslims as soon as possible. Who knows?
All
I know is that I’m eager to hear more Hajj stories when more pilgrims return.
In listening to these experiences I feel I gain some of that knowledge, that
awareness, that enjoyment. It fuels my own urgency to go. And after I do,
inshallah, I will be able to properly write about Hajj from personal experience
rather than second-hand knowledge. But as second-hand knowledge is a
journalist’s bread and butter. It’s what I offer to you.
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