Evening silence

Assalamu Alaikum,

The time just before the Maghrib call to prayer always feels a little different to me. The day is tiring then, and evening is starting to fall. Today, at that very time, I was walking along the dirt path next to our house. There is a strange peace all around, as if nature itself has stopped for a while. Rows of banana trees stand on both sides of the path. The large leaves are spread out towards the sky, they are swaying in the light breeze and through the gaps the soft light of the pre-Maghrib evening falls down.

This light is not very bright, nor is it dark, it spreads a magical feeling around. It felt like day and night were saying goodbye and welcoming each other. Somewhere the newly cultivated soil, somewhere the water that has accumulated again, the smell of wet soil is mixed in the air. This smell is not just the smell of soil to me, it is the smell of my childhood, my village, my roots. Although this is the area of ​​my in-laws' house, the smell of soil is always the same. In the distance, a few houses can be seen hidden behind the trees, very quiet and peaceful. As I walked, I entered the side of our home garden.

This is where my eyes were caught by the sweet gourd trees spread out inside the net. These are the trees in our own home garden. The leaves, planted by my own hands, growing with my own eyes, are so fresh and green that it fills my heart. The creeping data are intertwined with the net and small yellow flowers are peeking through its gaps. These gourd trees are not just vegetables for me, they are the fruit of my care, a witness to my time, watering in the morning and never waiting. A lot of my love for the day is hidden in these small tasks. My father-in-law always helps me with my work.

What I cannot do, my father-in-law does very easily. Standing in this soft evening light, it seemed that nature was loving my garden a little more today. There was a deep silence around. Preparing to return to the nest, the sound of cow bells can be heard in the distance, the soft voices of people are coming from inside the village, some are preparing for Maghrib prayers, these sounds mix together and create a calm melody. I stand quietly for a while, wanting to memorize this scene at this time. Because I know that even though such an evening comes every day, such a feeling does not come every day.

This evening seems to be washing away all the fatigue inside me, just then the sweet sound of Maghrib Azan floats away. With the Azan, the light in the sky becomes even dimmer. It seems that the whole nature has bowed down for a moment. A strange peace also descends inside my chest. I slowly walk towards the house, leaving behind the unpaved path, the banana tree and our sweet gourd garden. But the beauty of this evening, this story of silence, everything remains in my heart. I think to myself that life is so beautiful because of these small moments.