رحلة الحب

''Where is my home? Who am I?''

The city of Medinah was bustling as the sun rose up. The birds chirping as they spread their wings in the midst of the sky. Ja'far would walk through the market that was located near his tent. The chatter of the populace of Medinah would ring in the ears of Ja'far within the market.

The green turban that Ja'far had worn would trail behind him as he'd step towards a market stand. He had his hands planted almost aggressively on his sword that was hanging from his rear waist. Ja'far always seemed defensive, the people didn't know why. nor did he.

The crisp voice of an old man boomed out within the market, Ja'far would be startled at first as he'd stare towards the source of sound with widened eyes ''My Lion! It's been so long since you have visited! Come, Come Ja'far! I said come boy!'' Ja'fars widened eyes would turn into troubled ones, this old man was always a burden..

Ja'far adjusted his posture before fully facing the old man ''Ah.. Uncle Waleed.. Allah has willed for us to see each others faces once again..'' The pain was evident in Ja'fars eyes as he spoke this out. ''No one buys my spoils Ja'far! You're the only one indeed! What will it be today? Tell me, tell me!'' Waleed insisted. Ja'far gave a sigh, rubbing his face as he'd slide down a portion of his turban covering his mouth. ''Uncle Waleed, Allah knows best how many times I've told you this, If I buy it, you make me buy more, and if I don't buy it you threaten to tell everyone I'm the one who steals the shoes at the Masjid.'' Ja'afar would confidently state this. Waleed stood up as he akwardly looked around to make sure no one heard that. ''Ja'far Bin Abbas! What are you talking about?! The young boys gone mad-'' Waleed was interrupted by Sufyan who would drag Ja'far away from the commotion, his grip was strong, signaling Ja'far that something is wrong. Ja'far and Sufyan would go into a disclosed in-between two market stands, a smile forming on Ja'fars face.

''Wallah, I am so happy you saved me from that old man.. You seem troubled Sufyan, what's on your mind?'' Ja'far questioned Sufyan, in a few moments Sufyan allowed his tongue to speak out. ''Ja'far.. What am I going to do?! Her baba introduced her to a hafiz Ja'far! A hafiz!'' Ja'far put his hands on Sufyans shoulders ''You drag me here like it's a life or death situation, and it turns out to be about a woman.. I agree, it's serious.'' Ja'far chuckled after saying this as Sufyan pushed his arms away ''Don't mock me! This is serious! It is!'' Sufyan got all defensive Infront of Ja'far as he'd now realize this wasn't a joking matter for his brother. ''Calm down.. I know that woman, she'd prefer a Mujahideen over a Hafiz.. I have one word for you Sufyan, and it is Iberia.'' Ja'far tried explaining further only to be interrupted. ''You're so right Ja'far! Once her father knows I took part in the upcoming conquest, that Nikah is sealed!'' Sufyan jogged off in a weird manner.

Ja'far shook his head now walking out of the market region of Medinah, witnessing the happy families. The wives and the husbands, the mothers and daughters and the fathers with their sons. He felt saddened that him and Sufyan were alone, wishing for more physical presence. He'd walk through Medinah, every second he'd be greeted with salam by those who admire him. Even this wasn't enough for him, he knew that Allah was there to be with him as a companion, but something made him yearn for something more in the physical realm.. Though he did not know what it was. 

He had lost not only his family that day.. But as well as the family side of his dad.. And the family side of his mother.. Him and Sufyan truly had nothing.. Just each other..J a'far could do nothing but long for those moments again where he could have a large family.. and feel that warm embrace he had gotten all those times before.. If it even happened that is.. He was so young and traumatized that he can't even remember anything about his family..

He knew Allah was sufficient enough physically and spiritually for him in this life, though it is sometimes hard to concentrate for Ja'far at such sights of giant families in these gatherings.. 

Ja'fars boot smoothly slid on the sand below him, as the dust emitted from it would flow.. He thought to himself.. Just maybe I can make a family of my own one day.

The eyes of Ja'far darted to a specific area within the region he was in. It used to be an area where he would play with a large groups of kids.. an activity that he was madly in love with as a child.. Before him and his brother's family were gone that is.. How could a troubled man like him still find solace in his adventures? For him, it was a single simple word. Allah. 

He has spent all this time walking through sand, grass, rocks, mud.. In search of that one thing he was looking for.. Though it felt always distant..

A reminder that him and his brother had no home.. just the life of those who travel..