It was the blessed month of Ramadan, and on a peaceful Friday evening, a WhatsApp message popped up in the Twin City group. It was an announcement from BYO Islamabad Students:
“All friends are informed that an Iftar party is scheduled for Saturday at Faisal Mosque. Each student is requested to contribute 2500 PKR. Your cooperation is appreciated.”
As I read the message, a surge of excitement coursed through me. The idea of breaking fast at Faisal Mosque, surrounded by friends, in an atmosphere filled with spirituality and camaraderie—it promised to be an unforgettable experience.
However, a minor hurdle presented itself—I didn’t have Easypaisa to send the money. The only option was to visit a nearby shop and make the payment. The next morning, another message arrived:
“The Iftar party is confirmed for the evening. Around 15-16 students will be attending, along with the BYO president, Mr. Abbas Zafar.”
The anticipation grew. This gathering wasn’t just about sharing a meal; it was about meaningful conversations, laughter, and strengthening friendships.
As the evening approached, three of us, who were staying in Islamabad’s hostel , decided to ride our motorcycles to Faisal Mosque. The golden hues of the setting sun painted the sky as we navigated through the bustling city, making our way toward the grand mosque.
The closer we got, the more the aura of Ramadan became palpable. People moved in various directions—some carrying trays of food, others seated in quiet reflection, all waiting for the call to Maghrib. The air was thick with a serene yet festive energy.
Upon arrival, we spotted our friends already seated, their faces beaming with excitement. After exchanging warm greetings, we settled into our places.
The Iftar spread was simple yet comforting—fruits, dates, and samosas. At first glance, a fleeting thought crossed my mind:
“Will this be enough for all of us?”
But soon, I realized that the real essence of the gathering wasn’t the food itself—it was the shared experience, the joy of togetherness.
As the Maghrib call to prayer echoed through the mosque’s minarets, everyone instinctively raised their hands in supplication. Prayers were whispered for the well-being of the Ummah, for guidance, for personal aspirations. A profound sense of tranquility enveloped us.
Following Iftar, we proceeded to the prayer hall to offer our Maghrib prayers. The unity in our bowing, the synchronized rhythm of recitations, and the peaceful ambiance made the moment spiritually uplifting.
After prayers, a lively discussion ensued. An old saying rang true in my mind:
“A bite shared in joy is more fulfilling than a feast consumed in solitude.”
Then, an unexpected yet delightful announcement was made:
“Dinner has also been arranged!”
Cheers erupted among the group. It was decided that six of us would head toward a well-known eatery near Peshawar Mor on motorcycles, while the rest would follow by car.
There was something exhilarating about that ride—the crisp night air, the dimly lit roads, the thrill of speeding through the city with the company of friends. Moments like these were rare, and we embraced them fully.
Upon reaching the restaurant, we wasted no time in ordering a sizzling Chicken Karahi. As we waited, conversations took an intellectual turn—discussions on social issues, financial struggles, personal ambitions, and even thought-provoking debates on ethics and religion. Someone brought up Sheikh Ijaz’s intriguing stories, while another delved into the complexities of the banking system and the concept of interest.
ular discussion stood out—about BYO’s vision and its role in contributing to society. It was inspiring to see how a student-led initiative had such profound aspirations for change.
When the food finally arrived, the aroma alone was enough to make us forget all worries. The meal was devoured with enthusiasm, each bite a blend of spices, laughter, and shared experiences. By the time we finished, a sense of contentment settled over us.
Despite the late hour, no one was in a hurry to leave. But eventually, reality beckoned, and we had to part ways. With heartfelt goodbyes, warm embraces, and promises of future gatherings, we set off on our respective routes home.
That night wasn’t just about Iftar or dinner—it was about
the bonds we strengthened, the memories we created, and the sense of belonging we felt.
As I rode back, gazing at the illuminated minarets of Faisal Mosque against the dark sky, I knew one thing for certain—this night would stay with me forever, etched in the depths of my heart like the golden glow of Ramadan itself.
And to the kind soul for bro who had sent me the money just in time, allowing me to be part of this experience—I owed them a silent prayer.
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May Allah grant him a long and prosperous life.