The last uncles had left the masjid for their homes after
Fajr prayer, and it was still dark when I set out this morning. My eyes scanned
the sky continually in the silent minutes before the sun’s advent upon earth. I
set out of my apartment building and out of the street so I could find a proper
view of the Eastern horizon; I knew where to go, the main playground next to
the neighborhood masjid.
Sky tinged with pink, as I made my way to the main ground. |
In the cover of darkness, I silently walked and set out for
the ground. A very faint streak of pink tinged the sky to the east. Something
was different in the air, a sense of calmness and peace lingered as I entered
the sand and gravel-strewn field. In the dying cover of darkness, I concealed myself
from the Watchers of the Night and the Guardians of the Day. The place was
deserted… On the road behind me and the ground in front of me, not a soul was
in sight. The only figures I could make out were a few people in the Masjid courtyard
far to my right.
Like a street urchin who has stolen into a theater where he
isn’t supposed to be, I stood in the shade of darkness and waited for the show
to begin. The serenity grew paramount as all spotlights focused on the horizon,
the curtains were about to be raised. Like a lost child discovering a wonder
for the first time, I steeled myself for the change of guard. The Guardians of
the Day had already made the first move, with the ever so slight hue of pink
visible just above the horizon. The Watchers of the Night slowly complied,
exposing the underbellies of the clouds to the pink radiance. Even though the Watchers
still kept control of the dark sky, they entrusted the clouds to the care of
the Guardians first. The transition was sublime, the clouds coming to life,
waking up from their slumber at the guardians’ touch. The touch of pink spread
to clouds who rested further from the dark horizon, and the streak of pink in
the sky started to increase.
Just before dawn... the view to the East beyond the neighborhood Masjid. |
Glued to his spot on the edge of the field, the street
urchin watched. The fear of being caught by the performers was not important;
all eyes were fixed on the stage as the action unfolded. The Watchers had
started to withdraw from their shift; the darkness was giving way to the blue
of the sky I knew all too well. My awe-struck eyes scanned the stage, afraid
that I might miss something… then I discovered a star, a diamond shining bright
in the Watchers’ armor. As they slowly loosened their grasp on the sky, I kept
my eyes fixed on the jewel in their armor… I wanted to watch them hand it over
to the guardians. Ever so gracefully, I watched as the performers went about
their change of shifts; it was a moment of pure tranquility as I watched the diamond
being presented to the Guardians… the spreading blue overwhelming the Watchers’
cover, the star fading into the cosmos.
The Guardians were now really starting to turn up their stride,
this was clearly their show. The serenity and peace now gave way to some sweet
music. I heard one note from behind me, an unknown bird calling into the dawn…
a few moments passed, the Guardians gave a fresh signal to the stage orchestra,
another note followed from somewhere to my left. The Watchers had now completed
their handover of the clouds to the guardians… Little swirls of grey, they stretched
themselves awake in the pink of the dawn.
Look closely... a flock of birds above the minaret is visible. |
A crow’s loud caw brought
my eyes back to earth. Two or three of them swooped over my head, and I looked
around me, startled. It had become bright, the darkness had all but faded and
the Watchers had departed. Caww! went
the crows again… My cover had been blown. The Guardians had discovered the
street urchin who had stolen into the theater and were forcing me to leave. The
show was almost over, and I stood my ground, adamant to see the climax. The sun
had not come up yet!
But alas, it was not meant to be. The Guardians ordered the
grey clouds to keep cover over the East… There shone an aura of gold from
behind the thick mane of grey, but the sun never came. The curtains sealed shut in my face, and I was asked to desert my stolen seat. It was a grey morning as
I accepted defeat and left the theater; I could not help but feel that such
performances were reserved for the few. A chance wandering after sehri time was
not the way to experience the change of guard between the night and day. For
all it was worth, it made sense that the right to experience this show needed
to be earned. The Guardians of the Day may have chased me away this morning,
but I plan on earning a proper audience and a better seat for this sublime
change of guard, the crossing of the heavens between night and day. It is needed more than ever to release my heart of the irony that was now settling in: the irony of witnessing the dawn, yet missing the sunrise.