A Rare Time

It was in the last month of March when Muslim people witnessed the crescent
moon glistening above the starry night sky, so fascinating— gleaming and thriving
with all its might. It was a sign, a significant awakening that the most sacred month
had just began. Muslim people are brimming excitedly— feeling the electrifying
endless felicity running through their veins. As the sun’s eyes slowly peaks in the
mountains of the east, Muslim people are all set to survive a day without listening to
the cries and screams of their stomach. Having nothing to consume but their courage
and will to survive the day, and to be rewarded in the after part. From minutes to
digits of hours; from dusk ‘till dawn. Muslim people persevered endlessly each day.
And when the time comes for the sun to land on the west of its home — whispers of “It
was all worth it” uttered by different voices, were blown by the wind as they have their
supper in the midst of the clashing darkness and hues of sunsets.
Days passes by in a blink of an eye. Muslim people are seen here and there
dressed in their most innocent and holy selves. It seems like they painted the whole
town a yellow sun and a blue sky tinted with an alluring greenish-brown scenery. An
ecstatic-like horizon in such a month full of peace and bliss. But it was not only a
sacred month for the Muslim people. It was also the entering of the holy week of our
brothers and sisters who belong to the members of the Catholic and other Christian
faiths. Their holy week serves as a way for them to reflect on the last moments of
Jesus’ life as he made preparations for death and resurrection.
While in the middle of the month of Ramadan— a once in a blue moon
circumstance occurred. The Holy week began, for the nth time in history; two religions
are brought together, intertwined like a weaving mat in the most altruistic and parallel
way. People from the two different religions, affiliated with different beliefs and
numbers of distinct practices— once and for all came together to celebrate their
extraordinary differences, during the most sacred month and week— etched in
everyone’s calendar, mark and encircled carefully to serve as a reminder. A Holy
month for the Muslim people— a Holy week for the Christian people. This occurrence
shows such diversity so casually compassionate and pure in the name of having
different beliefs.
A simply sacred month turns out to be the gateway to learn how to apply self
discipline in the most religious way. Because of this occurrence, where two
contrasting beliefs conform for just a short period of time—just to commemorate the
Holy month and the Holy week. Islam and Christian religion seems like a two different
songs with different melodies, lyrics, and rhythms — but because of the dates drawn
in the calendars— a rare opportunity occurred. That finally made the two totally
different songs sounded splendid, with a harmony so pleasing.
A Holy month and a Holy week of the Muslim and Christian individuals. Such a
unique intersection for a two Holy situation to fall into the same month. Since the last
week of March 'till this month of April— thousands of sacrifices, perseverance,
persistence, patience, devotion, and realization has been dedicated in the ocean of
faith. The intersection of the both religions pervaded the whole town with mutual
respect, kindness and faith. With that being said, humanities with different ethnicity,
culture, race, shade, and language can unite without the existence of pride and
prejudice against each other. Despite the diversity we can still be one.