I step over the slight hump at the entrance of the musallah, where the carpet softens the rise, but if you’re not mindful, you might stub your toe, unaware of what you’re stepping into. The gentle rise at the entrance has a subtle message: that one is entering into a place of higher learning from a more base level.
The coolness of the high ceilinged interior embraces me, as if five hundred years of Qur’an and prayer reach out to welcome a foreigner, one unaware of the transformation about to unfold.
This mosque, and this city, and this Suhba will forever be etched in my heart and sealed within the layers of my subconscious.
We can never truly look back or recreate the past, except here. For once you step into this sacred space, every cell in your body remembers centuries of tranquility… and responds!
Beautifully expressed, your words capture the sacred weight of the place and the quiet power of presence. May that memory continue to echo in your heart and actions, long after you’ve stepped out.