A Grave Resolution

by Mohamedarif Suleman

Temporal life

The year is 2022, and as I look over my shoulder, a vast ocean of memories streams past my gazing and longing eyes. The cravings, the joyous moments, and the attachments of yesteryears, still send shivers down my spine as well as its now ever-so fragile vertebral column.

Then I look in the mirror, and I see clear and obvious signs of the verse in 30:54 – Allah (is) the One Who created you from weakness, then made from after weakness strength, then made from after strength weakness and gray hair. He creates what He wills, and He (is) the All-Knower the All-Powerful.

My hands are shaking by now as I confess and reveal to myself the confidential testimony of my errors, my sins, and my transgressions, violating the principles laid down clearly in the coded Holy Book, but which I have left coveted for my child’s giving away ceremony in marriage, completely naïve in spite of my knowledge.

Now I am picturing the days to come and though the calendar is blurred, to many it is better to use a euphemism to defend themselves from being fearful of the end, and so I may be one of them and continue to pretend that the twilight is yet to dawn upon me. I struggle though, as my back cracks and my shoulders stiffen, and my wrists crackle. Then as I shut my eyes in search of solace, a vision of sand being thrust over me amidst my pounding heart almost completely surrounds me with the intense desire to beg the Supreme for His mercy, and then my mind asks me to calm down reminding me of His mercy in every dimension.

As I emerge from this near-death experience in this Temporal life, another message on my phone announcing the passing of someone I knew motivates me to think of doing good, but it is keeping away from the bad that eludes me, it is from hurting others and feeling hurt that seems to dissipate from my moral centre, and then as I gravitate back to my acquired elements, the cycle of awakening, the Grave Resolution starts all over again.

“We will all, someday, experience death, and become obsolete as a dead leaf falling from a tree, crushed by passersby to ashes underlying the earth” – Kim Elizabeth

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About the author

Mohamedarif is a marketing professional and educationalist with a penchant for writing as a hobby since childhood. As he experimented writing about sporting events at first and then current affairs, he quickly developed a skill for observation of his environment and began to write on reform topics, especially in connection with the community. To further feed his pursuit of writing, he founded several newsletters and bulletins at his school and at the Husayni Madrasah in the 1980's, all the time learning from others already in the field not just about writing, but also about pre-press and production processes. He was also the editor-in-chief of the Knowledge Magazine in 1995–1996. A decade later, importing a flurry of ideas into his new home, Nairobi, he first founded a two page community newspaper then became a regular writer of the Friday Faculty before establishing the Community on Friday, a fully fledged Madrasah magazine in 1996. And while his writing at the community continued, he simultaneously started writing for a business weekly, pairing in with his newfound role as a marketing professional. During his time in Nairobi, he wrote several speeches for sitting chairmen and presidents while also giving some himself, developing his concurrent role as a public speaker and trainer.

With changing times and a decrease in advertising sponsorship, as well as a fall in overall readership, Mohamedarif transformed this publication into an electronic blog. Thus was born the Community on Friday in its present format.

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