i was listening to Enigma’s “Return to innocence” last night, while sleeping (trying to sleep is more accurate). i don’t intend any disrespect, but while i was listening to the song, i don’t know why - i thought of the Azaan. i am not implying that the song is similar to the Azaan, i am saying that i suddenly thought of muezzins while i was listening to that song. Anyone sending e-fatwas to me, please try to understand where i am coming from. Random images/smells/peoples/events/sounds can trigger a memory of something else, that’s what i guess i mean.
i desperately miss hearing the Azaan “live” - from a muezzin; even in large western cities where you can hear it from an actual masjid, it MAY not give you the same feeling as it does when you are in a Muslim country and you actually hear the muezzin’s voice live. i remember in Abu Dhabi, we had arrived from an almost 20 hour flight, it was 5am, i couldn’t sleep so i stood outside on the apartment balcony watching the traffic below. Fajr shroo honay wala tha, the muezzin started the Azaan. It literally sent chills down my spine… i don’t know what it is about the Azaan but if you really listen to the Arabic words (and their meaning) carefully, close your eyes, and don’t let any distractions disturb you, i don’t know why - it’s such a moving thing. There is no other sound like it. Or maybe it frightens you, because it makes you feel guilty if you don’t offer the respective salaat.
Another time, this was in a small Canadian province though…Rania, my Palestinian friend and i, were walking at the uni campus, normally chatting between friends…all of a sudden, we heard the Azaan coming from a direction north of us. We literally both just stopped. It felt so strange to hear that, so out of place in a university campus and city that is predominantly nonMuslim…one man’s voice as he recited the Azaan in one of the most strong, beautiful voices i have heard Masha’Allah. Most amazing part, or perhaps not, is that the man is one of the poorest men there, from a material perspective - at least amongst the community; he reverted to Islam fifteen years ago. He saw it was Maghrib time judging by the sun, and so - right there on the sidewalk where he used to sell snacks to hungry students from a vending stall even in minus fifteen weather, he started the Azaan and prayed on the ground. You could just look at him and know he is not doing it to impress anyone (not like nonMuslims would be impressed anyways), but he was doing it for his own reason. It was just him and Allah, no one else.
There is something inexpressibly melodious about the Azaan…there’s a “peace” behind the words that you can never ever replicate, not in any song, not through the help of any technological medium. Does anyone else feel the same way or am i incoherently babbling?