Ramadan’s Odyssey
The lines lie down in front of the grocer’s counter. Humans wind rays and displays, hands full of races. Students turn the courses and establish permissive brushing in schools. It is the ramdam in the streets. Transistors are watching for the muezzin call and mosques again contain a excess of faithful. The parable has passed on the eastern side of the satellite.
Deglet Nour is throne on the menus and the miracle soup is his runner -up. This is the pillar of resistance! A month of spirituality too often disqualified by the tintamarre and exoticism. Here is the return of Ramadan!
God calls believers, according to an old human tradition, to the observance of fasting. Young and old answer in number to the call. However, the purpose of abstinence seems, everywhere, responsible for a heavy heritage of disproportionate consumption. Muslims will undoubtedly be swallowed up, again, by the wave of boredom, oblivion, of too garnished tables.
The third pillar of Islam has no other objective than helping the believer to achieve piety, the proximity of the divine, with his family. Everything goes so fast, however. I run to me swallowing lunch, I perform my prayers as I descend the flank of a valley, I complain in the state of omnivorous to excess and I zap an hour or two just before going to bed. Draconian regime of a congested soul, of a dominated heart.
We realize, on the calendar, that we are at the heart of Ramadan but completely next to it. Fasting is too often endured according to the scheme of a grotesque triad: ten first days to get used to it, ten others to be drilled and a last decade finally, for the preparations for the party which already points to the nose. Sad painting? No, sad reality.
The Fast of Ramadan, innocent, defends himself from having been commemorated by Muslims as an annual fun fair. A spirit, subject to God in oblivion and recreation, does not reach peace. Let the month blessed present his model: a man climbing alone, beyond the gestures and vociferations of the city of Quraych, the Mount of Light. There, the most eminent creatures finds refuge in a stone cavity. She isolates herself from excess of city dwellers to meditate on the purpose of existence.
Then, Eternity descended in time. She declared herself by the spiral of the noblest of meetings in the crucible of the night of value: Mecca, Gibrîl, Mohamed -Pbsl- and the guidance of God … Lis. A purified heart received, at the heart of the desert, the truth in the heart.
The month of Ramadan has been, since then, the month of the Koran, the journey, that of the quest for spiritualities, intimacies, transcendements. Let’s go and drink with the recall jug, from loyalty to the source … Return to the Koran. Not to make the sets of the salons, but the garden of hearts. The divine word is the cure excellence. It purifies both the meaning of my Ramadan and my “breath of vivance”.
The open road is dotted with tasks. Get closer to the night, in chants, concentrations and collections. Advance towards the spark which is in us and which has always engaged us. Watch towards you to accompany what we are and surpass ourselves. Go from the maze of distraction towards behind the scenes of the reunion, of the natural.
Live your fasting in complete freedom, in requirement, in soul and conscience. Complete a visceral pilgrimage where the risk is to savor, from the pulpit of breasts, a real spiritual revolution. Let us taste the discharge of the design of existence! The challenge is big, but is waiting to be taken up.
Outside, in my street, my neighborhood, my city; Social, cultural and political actors make Ramadan an enrichment, a meeting between citizens of various horizons. The parasols are fixed: “Club Med”, “Nuits du Ramadan” and Palmiers; All this without even flying to the other side of the Mediterranean!
The compressor roller of the inculturation accommodates the space of the Koran of firm foot and the denature. The poaconnier argues the principles to keep only the appearance: a carcass full of traditions and customs. After the safari, it is the party until late at night. Mint tea of the colonized and rai of shooting stars.
The “buckwheat of integration” is accepted as a buffoon of the king. He amuses ladies and damoiseaux. Delacroix would not believe his eyes, the Orient is painted in the shade of Atonium and the Champs-Élysées. That nights of rejoicing, lures … black. It’s enough! The recognition of what we are is supposed to extend the best of us, out of us. It is a question of engaging a jihad against all designed ideas, for identity. The Muslim testifies to his spirituality without ever getting lost.
My consciousness of the world triggers a relational consciousness open to the other. The fasting is this citizen who, animated by a plus, participates in the distance from stigma and caricatures. So therefore, the fast of Ramadan, perverted in the kitchens and too long maintained by us to be understood as coming from elsewhere, we compel, in the heart of Europe, to give it back all sounds meaning, the real one. The one marked by the Muslim philosopher Garaudy: ” To say God is to say that life has a meaning ».
1. In the words of a prophetic tradition reported in the Sunan of Ibn Majja who announces that: “The best of the remedies is the Koran. Another tradition that goes in the same direction exists under an Isnad Hassan: “the Koran is certainly the remedy par excellence”.
2. Cf. ‘Abdullah Ibn Siddiq, Kamâl al Imân fî at Tadâwî bil qur’ân, dâr al Furqân, Casablanca.
3. “And when we took Adam’s kidneys from his descendants and we testified to it: ” Am I not your Lord? ” They replied: ” Certainly yes, we testify! ” Koran 7/172
4. In the sense of resistance against the model imposed by nonsense.
5. “O you people! We have created you from a man and a woman and we have made you peoples and tributes so that you will understand yourself »Koran 49/13
