As I walk through the streets of Madina at night, I see cats eating out of a bin, I see a blue sedan drive past me. It’s so quiet, you could hear a pin drop.
Out of nowhere I see a man in an orange jumpsuit, we look at each, smile, exchange greetings and I walk away.
All of a sudden,I stop, walk back, reach out into my pocket and gave to him the little I have.
I ask him where he’s from to which he replies “Bangladesh”, he has not seen his wife and kids in over two years, but when he does go back he sees them for a few weeks and then reports back to work and repeats the same cycle again.
Imagine, in 20 years he has seen his family for a total of 20 months.
My heart sinks as I’ve not seen my kids for two hours and I’m missing them already!
I try to comfort him and tell him it’s going to be okay. We part ways,each person exchanging prayers.
I arrive back home and climb into bed quickly, I know my kids are sleeping and have eaten and so has my wife. I can’t help but think of that brother I just met, he’s alone picking up rubbish, thinking of his family and kids too.
I can’t sleep. I keep changing postures, thinking of what happened earlier. I get out of bed, roll out the prayer mat and just sit there. I find comfort and solace here. It’s a time for contemplation and reflection, a time for prayers.
If you woke up, had a bath, had some food, saw your kids, or made some money, consider yourself fortunate.
‘So which of the favours of your Lord will you deny?’