🍀 #GreenLeaf
🌺 Praying with tranquility in the winter chill when tears freeze.
🍃 The late Rashed recounts: It was mid-winter, and our firewood had run out. My father went to Karizak (Karizak-e Nagahani, a village in Zaveh Rural District, Razavi Khorasan province, Iran) to get some, taking me along.
🍃 An hour before the dawn call to prayer, we set off for Torbat from Karizak. If we waited for the sunrise, the frozen ground would make walking with the donkey through the flower-strewn paths difficult.
🍃 The night was bitterly cold; the chill burned ears, neck, hands, and feet. We had two donkeys, one carrying firewood and the other bearing me.
🍃 A man named Sheikh Habib, a friend and disciple of my father, accompanied us to the village of Hajjiabad.
🍃 On the way from Karizak to Hajjiabad, my father, walking on foot, continued to perform his nightly prayers.
🍃 As we reached Hajjiabad, the dawn broke, and in the cold, gusty wind that swept across the icy fields, drying the human body, the late Haj Aghond stood facing the qibla. Sheikh Habib followed suit, and first, the call to prayer echoed, followed by the iqama. With tranquility and humility, they prayed the morning prayer with the same devotion as always, unaffected by the severe cold. Meanwhile, tears streamed down my eyes, freezing into ice on my cheeks due to the intense cold.
📚 Excerpted and edited from the book "Forgotten Virtues"
🌙 #NightPrayer #ColdMorning #PrayerInCold #IslamicLife
🌐 @rahyafte_en
🌺 Praying with tranquility in the winter chill when tears freeze.
🍃 The late Rashed recounts: It was mid-winter, and our firewood had run out. My father went to Karizak (Karizak-e Nagahani, a village in Zaveh Rural District, Razavi Khorasan province, Iran) to get some, taking me along.
🍃 An hour before the dawn call to prayer, we set off for Torbat from Karizak. If we waited for the sunrise, the frozen ground would make walking with the donkey through the flower-strewn paths difficult.
🍃 The night was bitterly cold; the chill burned ears, neck, hands, and feet. We had two donkeys, one carrying firewood and the other bearing me.
🍃 A man named Sheikh Habib, a friend and disciple of my father, accompanied us to the village of Hajjiabad.
🍃 On the way from Karizak to Hajjiabad, my father, walking on foot, continued to perform his nightly prayers.
🍃 As we reached Hajjiabad, the dawn broke, and in the cold, gusty wind that swept across the icy fields, drying the human body, the late Haj Aghond stood facing the qibla. Sheikh Habib followed suit, and first, the call to prayer echoed, followed by the iqama. With tranquility and humility, they prayed the morning prayer with the same devotion as always, unaffected by the severe cold. Meanwhile, tears streamed down my eyes, freezing into ice on my cheeks due to the intense cold.
📚 Excerpted and edited from the book "Forgotten Virtues"
🌙 #NightPrayer #ColdMorning #PrayerInCold #IslamicLife
🌐 @rahyafte_en