“Please pray for your brothers in Palastine… They are suffering there, and please do whatever you can. Don’t you have a mobile phone with you? Call any authorities and ask whether Israel is acting right and plead them to do something to stop them!!”
The man was virtually on top of his voice. His speech switched fast between English and Arabic.
I was too taken aback.
Friday.
We were at the second speech (Qutba) before the namaz. The man got into the dais after the first speech and started off in English. The rest was an emotional outbreak. I was surprised. Till today, I have never seen Imams loosing their grip over emotions during Friday speeches. The preachings are always in controlled tones, perfectly modulated and never loosing the gist. If you look at any sermon in any religion, it is done the same way.
That is why I was surprised. On our way back, my husband told me that the person was a Palestine.
Now, that sounds more like it. I could translate the emotion to anguish. The anguish you feel when your brothers are being hunted in flocks. The anguish you feel when your brothers loose their home and live in terror. The voice which automatically raises when you think of your home. The same anguish we felt when Mumbai burnt and bled on 26/11. continue reading…