A Pakistani uncle shared this story at the masjid and I wanted to share it as it is an interesting fact that I had no idea of (i'll try paraphrasing as best as I can).
"Sixty three Islamic years ago, I went to sleep in my country of India. The next morning I woke up, and my country was now called Pakistan. The date was the 27th of Ramadan, and was a Friday like it is today. A super super Friday if you will since it was both jummat al wida (farewell jumuah) and the 27th night of Ramadan. The leaders and politicians probably had no regard for the date being in Ramadan. Many Muslims probably had no idea as well. But it makes me think of how far we have come since then. It has been a painful 63 years for me. I look at India, I think of the tough times my Bangladeshi brothers have been through, and where Pakistan is now. I think of how the Prophet's life was 63 years long and how much he had accomplished during that time. Where do we go from here and what is the outlook for our countries, only Allah knows."
Friday, September 26, 2008
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