OKC Day 4 & Back to Dallas

Today is our last day in OKC. We’re to check out at 12, when S has her 1 hour break from class. So we got ready, and around 11, hubs came back up from the conference and we got ready to go. I cooked some rice and reheated the leftovers from last night, and just as we’re getting ready to get the second batch of our bags to the van, an alarm went off. At first, I thought it was the smoke alarm, but turned out, it was the alarm that requires immediate evacuation.

We rushed getting the stuff ready, and after a few minutes we heard the fire truck coming. I looked out the window and saw people walking out of the hotel. It was eerie. I was just reading the emergency drill action plan on the room door the night before or the night before that, and to actually have that alarm go off that day was interesting.

After a while though, the alarm in our part of the building was turned off but the alarm still was going on at the other part of the hotel. We hurried and soon had all our stuff in the van. People seemed to be taking it easy. Hubs even went down to check us out and he said people didn’t know what was going on, but they seemed relaxed. When we drove out of the parking garage, the fire truck was still on the street, but nothing seemed to be wrong.

We headed for the Myriad Botanical Garden to have our hot lunch. It was a very breezy and surprisingly chilly afternoon, subhanallah. I didn’t expect the weather to be like that. Then again, we didn’t check the weather when we were packing, though I had told H to but he didn’t do it.

We hurried through lunch too because S had to resume her class in half an hour. We unpacked our hot rice, leftover chicken, and Z’s ride and serunding and we ate at a table in the children’s area. it was a nice lunch picnic. It was really cold but our food was hot.

Hubs went to drop S off back at the hotel to get the internet to resume her class and the rest of the kids just played around in the park. The park is really nice. When hubs came back, we decided to go to the Oklahoma City Memorial.

On the way, hubs asked the kids,

“So do yuo guys know about the Oklahoma City bombing?”

‘Yeah, Ummi told us to read a book about it and we did,” said H.

“What does it have to do with Muslims?” asked hubs

“Nothing.”

“Yeah, but the first hour after it happened, they accused the Muslims.”

I wasn’t aware of this but it’s not surprising. Subhanallah.

The visit to the Memorial was an informative one and a somber one. I couldn’t help but feel somber when I looked at the picture of the bombed federal building on the brochure that was passed to us when we entered the memorial. It was a beautiful memorial. We listened to the park ranger giving us the tour, and we were standing by the survivor tree. Subhanallah…I was thinking to myself,

Those people lost their lives, but this tree, which apparently survived a disease that was very destructive to elm trees, lightning, drought, storms, torn limbs from blast, fire from the exploded cars under it when the bomb went off, survived, by Allah’s mercy. It made me think how life is such a fragile thing. And that it is completely in His hands. It was time for those people’s lives to end in such a way, but it was not yet time for the this tree to die. Despite everything, it continued to bud, and grow. Subhanallah. But there will come a time when it will also die. It’s just a matter of time.

The park ranger said that some people would dip their hands in the pool and put their wet handprints on the walls. The kids did that. We spent quite some time at the memorial. Hubs went to pick S up and brought her back and she walked through the Memorial with my 3 minute briefing on what it was all about. It was quite an experience. As the park ranger was talking about the lives lost in this tragedy, I couldn’t help thinking also of all the lives lost in other tragedies going on in the world. Not to undermine the lives lost in the Oklahoma City Bombing, but there were lives lost there too, and they were not mostly known to the world. Some died slow painful deaths, torturous deaths. This is the reality of life in this world, that bad things do happen to good people. That evil do lead to such destruction. That the oppressors do sometimes get away with oppressions because those oppressions are not checked. That fasad is part of the reality of this life in this world, and that there is life in there hereafter. Allah is just and those who are oppressed, will get just compensation in the life of the hereafter if not in this world.  May Allah protect us from such ends and such trials, and may He give us husnul Khaatimah. Ameen.

We drove to Dallas right away, and of course, encountered traffic on the interstate. Turned out, there was an accident on the other side of the interstate.

“This is the thing about living in Dallas,” hubs said.

Alhamdulillah, we did get to the hotel in good time, H and Z got time to go swimming, and then we drove to the Carrollton masjid. We were late, but they also started late, so I technically made it in good time. Subhanallah, twice, I had begged Allah to let us get to class on time; the first one, last weekend, for the AlMaghrib class, and we did, despite the recurring traffic and rain, and now this. Subhanallah. He does indeed respond to the caller when the caller calls on Him. Subhanallah…Glorified is He from all people associate Him with, any partners or child.

Hubs and the kids waited outside while I attended the intro session of the workshop, but they got to listen to it too because the sound system at the masjid was such that the whole masjid could hear it when they used the mic. May Allah reward hubs and the kids immensely for bearing with this and letting me have this opportunity to attend this. Ameen.

Not many husbands would do this for their wives. He used to also do this when we were in Columbus. He let me attend AlMaghrib classes while he babysat the kids. He even stayed on campus throughout the whole weekend when Z was about 3 months old, and he would bring him to me for nursing during breaks. Subhanallah. I cannot enumerate the blessings He has bestowed on me even if I try to count them. May Allah make us of the shaakireen! Ameen.

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