Based on a true story for the class, Rays of Faith, with Shaykh Waleed Basyouni.
The diagnosis failed to recognize the real addiction. The unbearable pain accompanied by a distraught sense of perception seemed to be never ending. The medicine, drips, and bedside care were doing nothing for him. Days went by and the only thing that managed to bring some solace and comfort were frequent visits from his son who understood his addiction. “Please, please, tell them” he pleaded to his son. “My heart is no longer with me, I cannot stay here Hudhaifa” said the old man in his feeble state.
The doctor’s refused to sympathize with Hudhaifa, his father had to remain on hospital premises for the next few weeks. Seeing his father in such a weak state like this hurt him, especially since he knew exactly why his father was suffering and what he was longing for. Having been residents of Taif for the last 20 years, his father had been accustomed to making the 2 hour commute to Makkah for maghrib salah everyday, and remaining in the haram for isha congregation. It had become a habit, a ritual, and without it he did not see his own existence.
He grew addicted to this custom and it was something that became a part of him. As some grow old and weak, and as their desires grow stronger for artificial happiness, this man had a weakness as well. It was the most beautiful weakness of all. It was a weakness that only a few individuals experience in a lifetime. It was a weakness that shattered his thoughts and made him numb to his surroundings. His heart was still in Makkah and it had been days since he had been there.