It was a routine drive from my hotel in Bangalore to the
airport. Generally, I take a cab (mostly a ola or meru, depending which is
available) for a drop to the airport.
A Monday evening, the usual office rush and maddening
traffic on the roads. Cabbie who came to pick me looked absolutely simple and
normal like most other cab driver. He wore a skull cap, which made me realize
that he was a Muslim (nor that I care much about one’s religion). He greeted me
politely in basic simple English… “Mam Good evening, I am starting the meter
now… and we started the journey to the airport together. As most Meru cabs
donot have Fm radio, so most part of the journey was quiet with no music except
some random calls and smses popping in and out on both our phones.
I randomly at times overheard him speak to his fellas and
yet everytime he respectfully greeted all of them, “Salaam Walaikum.” Though it
sounded sweet to me, unlike our regular “HELLO” or rather “HA- LO.”
So we continued on our journey, he skillfully maneuvering
the steering wheel and making his way towards our destination. Me too by then
had finished returning all the missed calls and messages, quietly watching the
busy day pass by and the passersby through the rear window. My cab driver, Shahnawaz
Yusuf Hussain, broke the silence and asked me, “ Mam can we halt for 5 minutes,
Inshallah 8 bajey ke pehley hum pauhanch jayengey. I responded, “ OK. But Why?”
He very softly responded, “Namaaz Padhni hai.” I instantly
responded’ “Please, Sure” ~
……….“by all means”(in my mind to myself)
After crossing a few meters, he stopped the car, parking
light on, got of the car with his prayer mat. He found a clear spot on the
adjacent footpath, next to our parked car. I was intrigued as to how and where
would he offer his Prayers. I watched him through the window, still intrigued
and curious. He spread the mat and began offering his prayer…. totally devoted,
unperturbed by the noise, unruffled by the people, unflustered by the
surrounding…. they all seemed inexistent to him.
His head turning from side to side, and randomly blowing
over his shoulders. His mouth constantly moving, may be chanting a prayer. At
times, covering his face with his palm. After about 10mins or so he came back
inside the car and the first thing he uttered was “Thank you Mam”. I said, No
problem!
The rest of the journey seemed still, yet serene; quiet yet
intense for me. I realized in the moment how strongly in one devoted &
dedicated to one’s GOD. And so much gratitude and genuineness in his two words
“ Thankyou Mam.”
These are the times that pushes you to think how strong is
your love and devotion to your GOD! These are the times which questions your
faith in HIM. Yet these are the moments when one experiences divinity…divinity
in people…divinity through people. Pure simplicity!
7.45 pm, and I reach the airport, well ahead of my check in
time; we said our thankyous and goodbyes in our own ways.
Though we left on our own ways, the experience never left
me. It brought me tears, and the whole act yet strengthened my faith in GOD, gave
me one another reason to love HIM more than always.
Dear GOD,
I Love you. Thankyou for everything!

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