Sunday, 6 March 2016

Seeking the Kaaba Within


I was fully aware that within seconds my body would be drawn into a mass of humanity unlike any other in the world. “Surrender to the experience,” I thought while stepping into the overflowing main courtyard surrounding the Kaaba. The barriers that divide us in our daily lives are lifted here at the seat of the holiest site of Islam.

No honorary titles or entitlements have worth or function, there’s no distinguishing based on whether you are a woman or man, whether your income bracket is high or low. Rather, the bracketing qualities that contain us outside–our nationality, ethnicity, age, or skin tone–are shed at the door. Wherever our outward journeys have started, we all walk barefoot inward into a single circle, devoid of these unnecessary parenthesis appended to our identities.

“The goal of all is the same” no matter what road we took to get here or what quarrels we fought on the way, Rumi writes in Fihi Ma Fihi, It is What It is.

We are both universal and singular, each worshipper an equal soul before the Creator of all humankind and all being. Here we consciously move together in a unified mass, circling seven times around this stone cube as our prophets, peace and blessings be upon them, and our predecessors have for centuries. It’s become a timeless procession connecting us to the scattered cosmos. With the right kind of openness, the pilgrimage is a truly humbling, enchanting and purifying act of dedication to God, The Gracious One.

The ritual starts at the eastern corner, where the Black Stone is situated, a stone that Prophet Muhammad, peace and blessing be upon him, said was blackened by the sins of humankind after descending from heaven as white as milk. I’ve certainly swerved from the path since I was last graced by the opportunity to visit the Holy City five years ago. My soul yearns now for nourishment as I circle the four corners of the central cube draped in black.

I yield my body to the crowd that surrounds me in every direction, letting it move my limbs. I’m here for my soul, after all, and as we give thanks and make prayers to the Infinitely Compassionate One, drawing our attention to the Kaaba as birds circle above us, I concede any claim to the personal space that I normally protect.

Sometimes I find my body being drawn inward with an uncontrollable force, and it is suddenly so close to the edge of the Kaaba I can almost touch it.

Almost, but not quite.

The mass has a different idea and my body is abruptly yanked back, the edifice drifting further away from view. At times, I sense how densely packed it has become, I’m unable to move my arms and can barely take a step. A few droplets of sweat trickle down my cheek, which must be bright pink from the scorching sun beaming down on us.

This incredible constriction often happens as we approach the eastern corner as many worshippers form indiscriminate lines to attempt to get near enough to the Black Stone to kiss or touch it. An inevitable traffic jam forms, making crossing the corner sometimes a physically excruciating exercise.

Yet we pay little heed to our physical state, undeterred by whether our bodies are free on inhibited. With our hands in the air, we say “Bismillah, Allahu Akbar,” “In the name of God, God is Great.”  I can sense the grin on my face get brighter with each circumambulation.

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“This is the Kaaba of lovers…whoever comes here broken, leaves whole” — Artwork by Ashfia Ashraf
And just as I feel my body couldn’t become any more squeezed by the mass, the path opens up once more and I sense I am floating, arms free as a breeze cools my cheeks. I continue to supplicate and make prayers for myself, my loved ones and those in need.

By the time I’ve finished the seven courses of the Tawaf, the first part of the Umrah pilgrimmage, my body has moved with ease and gotten swept into jams more times than I can count. It’s all the same to me. There’s a tranquility in this surrender that I wish I could bottle and sip from whenever I find myself knotted and constrained by daily events.

The short journey has become a parable for how I must try to live my life beyond the parameters of Mecca: to regard each event that causes constriction and every period of ease as a grace necessary to complete our blessed journeys. How grand would it be to maintain the vantage point offered at the heart of the Kaaba, to genuinely achieve this Self Surrender, or Islam, in the face of every act of destiny during our worldly existence?

Although I am now far away as I write this, I hope to continue to see my experience at the Kaaba as a kind of compass; one that reminds me that the spiritual journey toward the heart of Islam is one that can only truly take place in my own.

Circle the Kaaba of the heart
if you possess a heart.
The heart is the true Kaaba,
the other is just a stone.
God enjoined the ritual
of circling the formal Kaaba
as a way for you to find a heart.
But if your feet walk
around the Kaaba a thousand times,
and yet you injure a heart,
do you expect to be accepted?

[Divani Shamsi Tabrizi: 3104, Love’s Ripening, tr. by Kabir Helminski and Ahmad Rezwani, courtesy Rumi’s Circle]

3 comments:

  1. Salaam Alaikum, Daliah.

    I happened to find your blog late last night after Google-ing "istikhara" landed me on an article you had written for the Huffington Post back in 2011. And I must have spent at least 2 hours reading every single blog post of yours until I was done. First of all, I commend you on writing so beautifully. There are many writers on Islam (some scholarly, some not). I'm assuming you're a layperson (rather than an alimah), but the fluidity with which you write has the ability to affect the heart. Honestly, your writing on how you underwent a spiritual awakening back in 2010 makes me want to get serious about implementing my iman as best I can. I'm 32 now, and it's about time I had my own spiritual awakening. Your words on how you have never missed a salah in so long makes me want to strive to reach a point where I can proudly say to myself that I haven't intentionally missed a salah in 6 years. Your blog is a gem and a true inspiration. I shared one of your posts with my wife as well. Neither of us can frankly claim that our practice of Islam is where we want it to be. But I believe that writing such as yours can help provide that extra boost for us. May Allah bless you with every good thing in this life and the next.

    Best,

    Saad

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    1. Salaam Saad,

      When I saw your message this morning as I arrived in the office, it moved me to tears (luckily I get in before most of my colleagues :) Thank you. I can't tell you how touched and honoured I am that you found value in my modest efforts.

      I'm definitely just a lay person yes. That's the beauty of Islam for me, we have so much potential as individuals to chart our own path to God and, indeed, it is our personal responsibility to surrender ourselves. There is a Hadith of the Prophet, pbuh, on how if you take a step toward God, he will take 10 toward you. If you start walking toward Him, He will run toward you.

      I've seen this manifest in my life, subhanAllah. InshaAllah any sincere efforts you and your wife take to embark on your spiritual journeys will be rewarded. There is no age condition to this. People can be inspired at any age, by God's will. One profound moment at 55 could be more powerful than 20 years of modest worship. God bless you both and thank you again for reading and sharing!

      With love, Daliah

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  2. Jazakillah khayr for your du'as. :)

    I'm amazed that by even Googling the word istikara, Allah will guide one to something beneficial through which one may perhaps try to seek His Pleasure. :)

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