A Traveller's Reflection

Mohammed Khalaf

My teacher had said, “many of our blessings are only realised after having lost them”. I never really gave this too much thought until recently. For me, it was one of those things you hear again and again but take no heed. As I sat in the living room, sipping from my cup of water, I recalled the time I had taken Ethiopia as my abode. A place where drinking straight out the tap was almost suicidal for a ‘foreigner’ like me.  

Things weren’t as easy as they are for me now. Putting clothes in the washer or having hot showers were but only fanciful conceptions. But with the help of family, I overcame obstacles that threatened my resolve. In a couple of weeks, I had become one of them, acting how they act, doing as they do, and even speaking how they speak. I left any fear I had behind and began to explore. I would go places near and far on my own and interact with the people of the country.  

Although I didn’t know the language, I knew just enough to get by. Riding in the taxi was always a good time. My attempt at conversing with the other passengers in Amharic would make them laugh, but they were sure to compliment me and encourage me to carry on. Slowly things became easier, and I saw the country for the beauty it possessed. The weather was hot, the people so nice, the food elegant and the vibes just right. Truly befitting of my motherland. 

I remained there for close to a year, and what better time is there to spend with family and friends than the best month of the year; Ramadan.  

The Ramadan nights were nothing like I’ve experienced before, the atmosphere so tranquil, so serene and the night so clear. I had the opportunity to break my fast with the new friends I had made from the different regions of the country. Every iftaar and every suhur, we ate together sitting around one big plate. Truly the believers are brothers. 

I enjoyed my time there and learnt so much. It was an experience that had a significant role in shaping who I am and a chapter in my life that I’ll always reminisce. Eventually, it was time to say goodbye. After many hugs and kisses, I left my new home full of sorrow.  

Now that I’m back in Australia, some things are easier, but other things I find myself still longing for and missing. But in all cases; Alhamdulillaah.