اذكروا ربكم

This is an older post, I posted it in 2013, now that I read it, I feel kind of nostalgic and far from my humble start in this blog. Hope you enjoy it! I think my grandma got it wrong in one regard, I can hear this Pigeon here in Kuwait as well!

When I was young, I lived at my grandparent’s huge villa… it was isolated at the time, of course now, the Jordanian population grow rapidly, and it had a huge garden surrounding the house, some of my friends called my grandparent’s house a “palace”… I never thought of it like that.

As a kid, I was very active and energetic, rarely slept for long, and it drove my parents crazy. So when mama put me to bed with a fairytale story, my grandma allowed me to be with her at dawn while she prayed and read Quran.

At a certain time after reading Quran, my grandma Saknat would take me outside into her personal balcony and tells me to listen… I did… She told me that our land [Palestine and Jordan] are one and there lived a type of doves that only lived in our holy land. This dove must not be eaten, harmed or disturbed… She told me few people tried cooking the bird but it’s meat would never get cooked… People knew then that this dove was not for us to eat… So at dawn they would wake up and wait for them to start praying too…

The bird only said one thing and repeated over and over again… “اذكروا ربكم” It means “mention God” or “remember God”… When my grandma first told me, I couldn’t believe it, but then I heard it too… very clearly… the birds spoke… they looked different from other doves, huger somehow, mama also was interested and it became a habit of ours to just wake up and listen to it.

And some people have the audacity to say there is no God! This story plays in my mind a lot especially at dawn while praying… I miss hearing that bird… it had been years since I last heard it, heard of it, or knew someone who did… only mama and I are left. A few years ago, tata [what I call grandma] passed away. That magical moment no longer exists in our busy city… Amman is no longer a place of magic or nature… it’s a full blasting city, filled of life, noise, 24/7.

People no longer can hear birds, the wind, the rustle of the trees leaves… see the blue sky fully, or the shiny stars… I miss Amman Ayam Zaman [Amman Old Days/Time]…

Please don’t forget the magic… life is filled of it… just stop talking and listen… and اذكروا ربكم…

giphy

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One thought on “اذكروا ربكم

  1. This is a beautiful post Dana. I love reading your stories, especially those about you and your family.

    The dove that you mention here sounds very special indeed. And so does your grandmother. I remember being little and sharing those special moments with my grandma too. I would love going over to her house and always looked forward to days off from school so that I could go over there. She had a really big house (at least I thought it was big), made of brick, no attic but had a huge basement. My brother and I would spend hours down there playing and having fun.

    One of my fondest memories of my grandmother was when she would talk to me about God. She would tell me how He created everything around us, everything that is beautiful; the trees, the flowers, the grass, the sky, the sun, the moon, the stars, all of the animals, everything. I loved hearing that so much I that I think that’s the reason why I became a strong believer and I wouldn’t be who I am today had it not been for her.

    And similar to how you said that Amman has lost that special magic when your grandmother passed away, I felt the same about my grandmother’s house and street when she passed away. The house still stands of course, but it doesn’t have the same look to it. The current occupants, whoever they are, haven’t changed the appearance of the house, but it doesn’t look the same to me because I know that she is no longer there, living in her house. And while the street she lived on was once a nice street to walk down, it is now trashy and overrun with thugs and drug dealers. I will not even travel down that street anymore because of that. It’s no longer a street with friendly, nice neighbors anymore. It’s no longer a magical street…

    But you know what I think Dana? I think that some people can say that there is no God because they never had anyone special in their lives to tell them about God. If they’ve never experienced a parent’s or grandparent’s love, it would be even harder for them to believe that God exist and feeling God’s love. When I pray, part of my prayers include those that do not believe in the hopes that one day, they will come to believe.

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