To the Pianist of the night:-
What a different this morning brings...... With open eyes and an open heart I weep for lastnight. Lastnight's artistic event humbled me, a casual gathering where all the hearts present stood silent for a moment.
We entered via the hallway, the ambience was already different then, a different nice feeling.... It was the sound of the piano being keyed, amplified by the low voices of the heart and soul of each individual present-supposedly for our mere entertainment.
We stood there with a glass in our hands and continued to serve our purpose for the night. Much availed and much concluded while the music continues..... The pianist was still, encapsulated only with the rhythm to the music she played - facing her back to us. It was a beautiful piece.
Admiration for her soft touch and composition in notes was heard and seen and felt like a radiant beam glistening which all had acknowledged. Towards the end of the nightingale's music we stood and applaud her. If only she could see - if only she could hear. You see, she was blind and deaf (as we have recently found out that night). Disabled through no fault of her own. So when we think that our life is over - think again.... within the darkness of despair and silences of the night, she has managed to put the music back into her life.
Allah is fair, her commitment in him in these "dark nights of a soul" is when Allah is working in us to give us more understanding of life and compassion for others and in time will bring back the music into our lives too.
We thank you for the music......
What a different this morning brings...... With open eyes and an open heart I weep for lastnight. Lastnight's artistic event humbled me, a casual gathering where all the hearts present stood silent for a moment.
We entered via the hallway, the ambience was already different then, a different nice feeling.... It was the sound of the piano being keyed, amplified by the low voices of the heart and soul of each individual present-supposedly for our mere entertainment.
We stood there with a glass in our hands and continued to serve our purpose for the night. Much availed and much concluded while the music continues..... The pianist was still, encapsulated only with the rhythm to the music she played - facing her back to us. It was a beautiful piece.
Admiration for her soft touch and composition in notes was heard and seen and felt like a radiant beam glistening which all had acknowledged. Towards the end of the nightingale's music we stood and applaud her. If only she could see - if only she could hear. You see, she was blind and deaf (as we have recently found out that night). Disabled through no fault of her own. So when we think that our life is over - think again.... within the darkness of despair and silences of the night, she has managed to put the music back into her life.
Allah is fair, her commitment in him in these "dark nights of a soul" is when Allah is working in us to give us more understanding of life and compassion for others and in time will bring back the music into our lives too.
We thank you for the music......
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