It’s 2017. In 2007, around this time I was in Italy for a wedding between a relative and a lovely Moroccan family based in Padova, less than an hour away from Venice. Other places were visited before and after the wedding.
This is a first of probably many posts, written in reflection – something I am learning significantly here in Tareem, Hadhramout. Yes and also the significance of reflection, as well as other similar ‘things’ like thinking, consideration and so forth.
Much can be written but here’s a 3 pointer to keep it simple.
1. Since then, two relatives from the trip are dead and others fallen ill. I realized that they were fortunate to be among those who did not waste their time in health with an obsession for the world – that which doesn’t last beyond this short lifetime. It isn’t difficult to recollect things we observed them occupying themselves with for the sake of the Next Life.
2. What’s written for you, will happen or otherwise. Effort though, remains upon you. Albeit lacking. I woke up late for my flight early morning flight to Rome, that would connect me back home to Malaysia. When I got there, the flight was delayed. I made it.
3. Not long after, relatives saw videos from the wedding and shared their observations including one important lesson. ‘Zain, Arab men dancing, means do anything but move your shoulders! You bring shame to the family..’
Pic: Moroccans are known for their tea. In this, respect for it and its maker. A dais at the wedding specially for it.