Taraweeh

Sometimes in the taraweeh, it just hits you.

And your heart softens, and you repent and ask for forgiveness, and you feel all alone in that sea of people, and you sometimes think you are the most sinful person out there but then you remember that the mercy of Allah is vast.

And sometimes you cry but you are not embarrassed because you are too concerned about your part in the hereafter and your relationship with Allah to worry about what the people around you might think.

Some sisters came to the masjid one day and I asked them where they were from. They told me which masjid and that the reason they came all the way over to our masjid was because they weren’t able to get a qari this year. SubhanAllah, and at our masjid we have more than half a dozen brothers that can lead on any given night. Alhamdulillah, we are very blessed.

I could not imagine Ramadan without the taraweeh. It is in the long rakah of standing, when my feet are beginning to feel uncomfortable, and maybe it’s a bit too hot, or my nose is running (always starts running in the first rakah) that I feel closest to the spirit of the month of the Quran. I feel my heart being cleansed of the dark spots caused by my sins. It is a purification, a time to seek repentance, and time to reflect upon the blessings I have been given. The greatest blessing after my life, is my Islam or perhaps it’s the other way around.

May Allah protect and have mercy on all of the memorizers of the Quran that led us in the taraweeh.