I am disappointed, despite hurrying through the souks to get to the Azem Palace and the Caravan Serai, (Damascus) I find them both closed.
I decide to go to the Ummayad Mosque and pray, it is a true sanctuary of peace in the midst of the hustle and bustle of dunya.
As I turn, I see him with his wares. Resplendent on a trolley the most luscious deep cranberry red juicy falsa’s that I have ever seen. In front of the heap of the delicious fruit, are four glasses of the freshly squeezed juice ready to be drunk…….by me.
As I step towards it, my mothers voice comes from beyond, “Rayri walay say kuch muth khana, bemar ho jaoo gi” I stop and restrain my desire for the lovely fruit….and regretfully turn the corner to the mosque.
The power of the word of our parents…….and I want to think, controlling my bahemi nafs prompted my restraint.
Dedicated to my friend Falsa, hope she commences her blog again!
Are you ever tempted beyond discretion?