Nevaeh sat in her grandfather's lap as he bounced her up-and-down on one
knee. I waited, seated across from this family, for my friend to
visit. Nevaeh beamed in the sunlit apartment lobby that welcomed 'the
thankful' home. A one-year-old child with a curious smile, Nevaeh
focused on me for a
millisecond and gave me the greatest honor. She called me, "Mama."
Maybe I look like her mom. Nevaeh's grandmother expressed
wholehearted shock as she described this behavior as uncharacteristic of
her granddaughter. "She's not usually friendly to new people," the
grandma confessed. Grandpa comforted me with his theory, "It's your
spirit.
She likes your spirit."
Earlier in the day at Jummah, two young boys whose mom sat nearby chose
me as a de facto babysitter. They migrated toward me and brought their
toys, an airplane and a race car. Clasping my hand, the infant tested
his strength. Comparing the size of our hands, the four-year-old boy
left
defeated. As if playing rock-paper-scissors, he had transformed his
hand into a stone that I then covered with my hand, a glorious
blank sheet. We both knew the rules of the game and he retreated
outdone. I've never had delicate hands or shied away from competition.
I have my grandfather's hands and like him, I'm a soldier except my
battlefield is a playground of ideologies. May the best strategically
placed argument win.
In religion, apparent division reveals the truth is one. Authenticity
paired with objectivity reign. Even sad news is easier to accept with
our hearts firmly rooted in the Hereafter. That is where I plant seeds
from good deeds to prayers of submission. When suffering loss as today
is the anniversary of 9/11, conflicting ideologies take center stage.
People present paradigms we can reject, but not ignore. On this day,
the news includes a calamity in Mecca. Muslims making pilgrimage, dead
or wounded due to a crane collapsing on the Grand Mosque, capture our
attention. Another tragedy with some headed toward the grave. At this
moment, I ask myself, "What are the final words I will hear before I
leave this world? Will a loved one call me mom or will I hear a
recitation of the Qur'an?" When I commend my spirit to You, Allah, make
me among those who directly attain Paradise. Nevaeh, the one-year-old girl whom I
met 14 years after the September 11th attacks, bears a name that read
from right-to-left spells heaven. That's where we'll experience the
summit of peace. As the Prophet Muhammad, peace and blessings be upon
him, assured us, in this world, we are only travelers. May those who
traveled to Mecca to make Hajj taste the sublime through salvation. May
the bereaved find comfort and healing in a world that won't forget the
presence of those who've faced death. May the power of our shared
humanity be lived as a human family. Our hearts are with You.