HekimNagar

Assalatu khairum minan naum

1986 , February -

Allahu Akbar, Allahu Akbar
Ash-hadu alla ilaha illa-llah.
Ash-hadu alla ilaha illa-llah.
Ash-hadu anna Muhammadar-Rasulullah. Ash-hadu anna Muhammadar-Rasulullah. Hayya 'ala-s-Salah,
hayya 'ala-s-Salah. .
Hayya 'ala-l-falah, hayya 'ala-l-falah.

assalatu khairum minan naum

Allahu Akbar, Allahu Akbar
La ilaha illa-llah

hearing this azan Baba huzur woke from sleep and He slowly removed blanket from his body, raised both hands and recited the after dua of Azan, Baba Huzur's eyes were still slightly open due to sleep....

...... on the time of fajr Musaid was reciting Azan standing on the balcony of HekimNagar mosque.
The sky is dark yet, birds are chirping, A light wind is blowing, the weather is really fresh ,Azan's sound flowed from the HekimNagar mosque to the library, crossing the pond, from the garden to the surrounding area. After reciting the Azan Musaid is waiting for
Baba hujur to lead the prayer .Other days there are 2-4 more people, today only Musaid was alone waiting. Musaid is the driver and a very favorite person of baba huzur.He is like a family , his love for babahuzur is endless. HE lives with his wife in the neighborhood.

Baba huzur left the bed , he finished his ablution and came in his room and put on his white dress.He went in front of the mirror, matched 2 corners of the square white fabric and made into a triangle peice and started knotting turban on his head, applied a bit Oud on his dress and kept it in the pocket. Outside the room there is a small table on the big balcony, a jug and glass of water left on the table right before he came, He sat next to the table, drank water and put on his slippers and started walking to the mosque crossing the garden...
Baba huzur came to the mosque , applied oud on Musaid's hand and started leading the prayer,
After finishing the prayer and muraqabah , He came out to the balcony of the mosque . At that time, the darkness of the night disappeared and the light of the morning started appearing,

Baba huzur sat on the balcony of his room with a cup of tea , Morning was calm , fresh breeze was enough to fresh tired hearts, but nothing was pleasing him. He was feeling dull and gloomy, in specific words he was not able to feel anything,

he started thinking about old days, old memories started bluring his eyes with tears. Earlier, remembering his mother used to bring tears to his eyes, but 2 months ago after his wife's demise he feels empty from inside.

most mornings in HekimNagar were like this. without chaos, Quiet, silent, lonely, Perhaps this is the reason that sometimes the color of the sky shines  in eyes , the fragrance of the scentless rose spreads in the heart.... and sometimes fresh breeze feels suffocating and pleasing monsoon drowns the soul.