Have you ever noticed the magic in prayer, 'dua'?
The dua that someone makes for you. A genuine, sincere dua.
That is magic.
As the car moved close to his shabby bicycle, the silver bearded baba peddled it faster. The small tiffinbox and a dirty tool bag hanging from its handles, jolted violently. The car window rolled down, someone gently called out, "baba ji, sunnain!"
Baba looked away, clearly terrified. The car, with its hazard lights blinking now, kept its lazy pace beside his cycle. Baba peddled still harder.
Another window, this time in the rear, rolled down. A six year old's innocent voice rang out most passionately, "baba ji, please baat sun lain!"
The cycle slowed down, and the hazard lights parked in front of it on the left of the road.
Baba parked his cycle over its stand and walked to the car. Out of the window in front, emerged two bags weighing not more than two kgs. "Ye qurbani ka gosht hai, ye lay lain."
Unlike majority of the recipients of the evening, he didn't rush to grab the bags. He made a very slow, deliberate move. Held the bags in both hands, and peeped inside the window.
His eyes looked most earnestly at his new friends, fully aware of their interest in him, and equally reciprocating. He looked too tall to be doubled over by someone's kindness. The man knew that he was fully capable to acknowledge the kindness and return it in kind. The dignity with which he expressed his gratitude was astounding.
And that's when the baba donned a magician's hat in place of his white namaz wali topi. His duas, murmured between his lips like a secret spell, wrapped my heart in a rainbow.
The magician smiled a smile I'm still in trance of.
It was the smile of pure happiness. Such happiness that is a rarity to find in adults!
Every year around this time, carrying out this same simple ritual driving for a few hours, I meet a magician. A magician who gives me a few magic moments that keep one going till the next Eid arrives.
Such simple pleasures. Such genuine expressions!
Incidentally those were the last two bags. The job was done. All the meat had been distributed.
The hazard lights switched off and quickly the car's back lights diminished into the fast approaching night.
While the magic of gratitude remains in the air.