24 April 2019 / 18 Sha’ban 1440

We are all equal of Arafat

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This forms part of a series written by Dr Salim Parker, the hajj doctor. More stories can be found on his blog site hajjdoctor.co.za

‘I worship the same Creator as them. I pray in the same direction as them and in fact often stand shoulder to shoulder with them, ensuring that none of Satan’s sinister subjects can slavishly slip in between us. We all take our lead from our same Beloved Mohammed (SAW) and all read from the same Quran. The Ka’aba belongs to me as much as every other Muslim. Yet here we are, standing in front of the House of Allah, and we are being made to feel like the filth of the earth, to be treated with utter disdain, disrespect and disgust,’ he complained to me. I could not respond, as the two of us, together with thousands of others, were hounded away from where we stood quite close to the Ka’aba. We mere mortals were to make way for some royalty merrily clicking selfies on their cell phones perched on elongated selfie sticks. These mobile phones were afforded more protection by the battalion of soldiers surrounding, guarding and leading the royal pack, than the hapless geriatrics who were shoved out of the way.

‘Are we children of a lesser sect of Islam?’ he more stated than asked. The two of us had finished our Tawaaf and were trying to pray as close to the Ka’aba when the commotion took place. We completed our prayers elsewhere and started walking to wards our hotel. ‘You know Doc, this is a recurrent pattern. In Madinah, when I stood in front of the Kabr of our Beloved Prophet (SAW) and conveying the salaams of those who requested it of me, the guards rudely shouted at me to move along. I can understand it if its full and if I was obstructing the flow of pilgrims but it was relatively quiet! However when a group of scholars did the same as me, not a word of objection was raised. In fact, they crowded the area and caused significant problems as pilgrims could not get past them. What was done? Nothing! It is my Prophet (SAW) as much as theirs!’ he complained.

I thought back to when our Hujjaaj arrived in Saudi Arabia. South Africans are of the first to arrive for Hajj and are received with much fanfare with gifts, flowers and Qurans liberally dished out. This is all under the ever present press and television cameras showcasing the hosts’ generosity to the rest of the world. The print, television and social media was ablaze with how the guests of Allah were honoured in the land where an orphan and at times social outcast would, against all odds, rise to demonstrate to the world the power of truth, love, humility and generosity. The guests of Allah are all the special few who annually answer the call rendered thousands of years ago by Nabi Ibrahim summonsing us all to fulfil the fifth pillar of Islam.

We see Madinah as part of us. We visit Masjidul Qiblatain, where Allah ordered our beloved Prophet (SAW), in mid-Salaah, to change the Qibla from Jerusalem to Makkah and we follow suit because we are part of that same Ummah. We all visit Uhud and feel the defeat inflicted upon all of us for being disobedient to the instructions of Mohammed (SAW). Wherever we are in the City of Light and Peace, we feel as we are with our Deen. And so does the Muslim travelling from Indonesia, Pakistan, Canada, Nigeria and England.

In Makkah the felling is the same. So why are we being treated so differently, as if there is one set of rules and standards for one sector of Muslims and something else for the rest of us who would soon be on Arafat where the Prophet (SAW), in his final Khutbah, proclaimed equality between all Muslims? We would soon be standing on those vast plains where Allah, through the Prophet (SAW) revealed that: ‘This day, I have perfected your religion for you, completed My favour upon you.’

The indifferent treatment metered out in no small measures to many of the overseas hujjaaj bothered my friend. ‘Sometimes its an us versus them situation,’ he once remarked as we watched some pilgrims trying to get a close look at the Maqam Ibrahim. The security personnel tried their utmost to not let anyone get close to it whilst the religious police shouted that it is an innovation for pilgrims to touch the structure on which Nabi Ibrahim stood at one stage whilst He and Nabi Ismail were building the Ka’aba.

Who can blame those fascinated by the history of our religion to want a glimpse of what was truly a stepping stone in our Deen? Millions come from many thousands of miles away on probably their only ever sojourn to the Holy Lands. They want to touch, feel, participate, live and re-live as much of what they were taught. Those moments during Hajj will not only be for their own cherished memories. It will be relayed to the masses eagerly waiting at home, to feed the hunger and the desire to embark on the ultimate journey in the life of any Muslim. Theses current ambassadors will pass on the relay baton for the following generations.

‘You know Doc, I cannot wait for the days of Hajj to come,’ he lamented. ‘Yes I am having an absolutely fulfilling journey despite my at times negative experiences. No one can take away the experience of following in Hajar’s footsteps when I ran between Safa and Marwah. I followed the example of a black female who was previously a slave! That is as great a leveller as I can ever imagine,’ he added. ‘No,’ I replied.

‘The greatest leveller is yet to come. When the time of Wuqoof on Arafat arrives, it will only be start of the rest of our lives. How we view it and what we take away from it is going to be entirely dependent on our state of minds,’ I added. ‘Let me start by making duaa that those who discriminate against others be shown that we are all equal,’ he replied.

We arrived on Arafat where there was no perceivable difference between all of us in Ihram. ‘I am truly at home now,’ he said. ‘I feel now that I am part of these vast plains, that every grain of sand knows that I am here, just as everyone else is equally acknowledged, no matter from which corner of the globe they commenced their journey from.’ The officials seemed more kind, more cooperative and more helpful than ever before. It seems the heat melted away any antagonism on the part of the officials, and the spirit of Hajj warmed the pilgrims to be more engaging.

Just before Maghrib, before we were to flow away from Arafat towards Musdalifah he came to see me for some medical condition. Dishevelled, covered by dust that a slight breeze dispensed unto his Ihram, he still smiled. ‘We all belong here,’ he said. ‘Not only are we all equal, we are as close to our Creator now as will ever be possible. These plains belong equally to all of us. Yes it is in Saudi Arabia, but this place, at this time belongs to all Muslims. Labaik!’

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