During the Ramadan,
days would be mutely still while almost all night would be alive, with all the healthy
activity around the heavily lit eateries, joints and various shops and stalls
which would be open until dawn. Of course like a Los Vegas. In los Vegas you
must have a precognition of the way the ball bounces. You must be prepared to
be clinched, nail down abruptly, on important occasions. You would have
to bury the hatchet and act like a multifunctioning devil to sugarcoat a deal. Here
you would not see any of the immoral or aberrant amusement. No scams, no hot
pants, no skin tights popping with bedroom eyes batting tempting eyes on you. No
boozing .No D&N, no club and no party. No drunken brawl, no hoopla or jamboree.
You cannot make the sheets sing, no belly to belly deeds either.
Have you ever been to any Muslim fraternity? Anytime? Men and women boys
and children would be seen busy fending for themselves with the Ramadan
specific event management with just a single aim to purify their soul their
heart and their mind and body.
The Ramadan committee would be busy putting
temporary shamiyanas like the ones you would have seen in the Pollachi shandy.
Have you seen the ones in Pollachi? The
biggest ever shandy in Tamil Nadu is Pollachi.
The shamiyanas were for the prospective fasters for the ifthari. The
committee would also set up rest house for the hafiz sahib’s stay for the
complete sacred month of Ramadan, solemnly.
We all loved the old Moulana Moulvi Hafiz Naseer Ahmed Khan Sahib Professor
of Arabic language and linguistics Darul Uloom College of Saharan poor. He
appeared rightly cut for what he was, with all the makings of a grim
reverential hafiz sahib. He had ready-built inventiveness to illumine,
instruct, enlighten and inform in his own homely style with a vivid and
arresting presentation of Islamic theology.
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