Qadian The Blessing Land - The Boiling Sound (Chapter 3)

I woke up at 02.30 a.m. that morning. Releasing from the double blankets I used. The cold air pierced deep into my bones. It seemed like it was the coldest peak of my days in Qadian. I, with several fellows, went out toward the Mubarak Mosque, the Baituz-Dzikr.

The sky was still dark, no one along the street, quiet, there were only security officers gathering around a bonfire. In Baituz-Dzikr, I came to perform prayer in the Baitud-Dua - a small room as a particular place where Hz. Masih Mau’ud prayed. I came to Baitul-Fikr, a special historical room for writing - absolutely by Hz. Masih Mau’ud. I also visited Baitur-Riyadhah and other historical blessing rooms. Trying how solemn to pray
in where the pearl prayed. In the middle of piercing air. Felt it so much.

The Baitud-Dua

There ‘till 5 in the morning, I sat at the front right corner of the mosque - the area where Hz. Masih Mau’ud used to sit when he came to the mosque. I was the witness by my eye that the mosque was full on one hour before tahajjud prayer was begun. The warmness of the room increased together with the warmness of the worship.

Tahajjud prayer started to begin, was led by an Imam with typical Urdu voice - but he recited the Arabic one. There was clearly no tone like that in Indonesia. Rakaat after rakaat tahajjud was performed. Deep requests and prayers were heard in every sujud. Finally, in the last sujud, the weeping of prayers flooded the mosque. Boiling sound jarred the mosque and everything in it. No such as the atmosphere everywhere on that morning except there.

As the tahajjud prayer finished, a unique adzan filled the air beautifully. I was enchanted to hear it. I decided to make it as my adzan version 6.0, then I started to record. The subuh prayer was ended for the day, we went back, it was still cold and haze enveloped the air.

That day was not the Jalsa time yet. But it was the day whose a special Qadian touching for the soul who was seeking for tranquility.