I’ve been inspired by a number of wonderful women in my life. Often, I plan to write about them but the list, Alhamdulillah (Praise be to Allah), is so long that idea of pulling off that write up in one go, shudders me. One of such beautiful souls, was my grandmother. It’s not that I’m related to her by blood but the reverence other people, held in their hearts for her, reinforced my faith in her. She was so young at heart, God fearing, compassionate, hospitable and generous. In my opinion, I don’t think most of the people meted out the same behavior to her but that didn’t not stop her from being herself.
She was an epitome of this adage “Do good to people and forget”.
Most of us do good because we expect good in return and we end up being hurt because the bitter truth is no one ends up meeting our expectations ever. Then, we stop doing good in the first go, unfortunately.
Another amazing trait of her, was patience. How bravely she endured every hardship of life… is a mystery to me. Good people are subjected to trials and tribulations throughout their lives even for small rewards. I wonder how transgressors dwell in wealth, fame and security, but then, I think that in God-Man relationship, though all men will not be subservient to Lord on equal level but God has to deliver justice to all.. He’s Rabb-ul-Aa’lameen (Lord of the Worlds) not Rabb-ul-Muslimeen (Lord of Muslims) or Rabb-ul-Mu’mineen(Lord of Believers) only.
Sometimes I contemplate over what good is it, in staying away from Kashmir?One of the reasons is, I won’t remember her so often. Back at home, joy of spring would remind me of her fragrance, chill of snow would remind me of her woes, season of walnuts would remind me of her laughter, rhythm of Kashmir would remind me of the beats of her golden heart…this is it.. I’m done.. signing off for now…
Ruminations 