His image is not absent from my memory, despite the passage of many years, walking on the edge of the sea right along the sea, traversing very long distances, reciting verses and hadiths or religious remembrances, or perhaps singing for his extended journey that never stops, like an ostrich bird walking with steps Not in a hurry or slow, he raises his brown dress and brown cloak “Bishtah Brown”, he only stops in front of a mosque on the way, and when one of the obligatory prayers is required, he sits in a corner and performs the previous or subsequent prayers before the start of the obligatory prayer, he begins the prayer with the worshipers, but precedes the imam in prostration And the bowing, he does not like the lengthy or excessive and the long time, which some imams / imam deliberately, precedes everyone in greeting and takes a far corner and performs some short prayers.
After finishing, it takes its way towards the east or west along the coast, and does not stop until after the next prayer. The mosque is the house in which he sleeps after the evening prayer.
People in the Jumeirah area knew him in the past and throughout the region, that was in the old days of this long stretch guarded by the sea, palms and white sand, like the hearts of the people of the sea. Among the benefactors at the mosque in which his prayer comes, at noon, dinner, or morning, the neighbors of the mosques he reaches are racing to extend what God has given him of His bounty and the presence of people who know him perfectly. He is devoted to himself and his path is ever-extending, only he may respond when asked about the “droves” and the arithmetic of the stars.
The shadow of that man, the dervish or the mystic Muhammad Salih, who actually collected the two names, is Hamid Allah, always thankful, and righteous in his words and actions, he has no extra saying, and a hadith that touches on life affairs or what people in society follow, and does not give fatwas, considers and sermons, does not criticize He does not praise anything, but rather repeats his own hymns and praises his Lord. A long time has passed for him, may God grant him special strength. He is the old man with a slim body, but he is solid and strong. Perhaps the constant walking and continuous walking on the sandy road gave him and extended him special strength, health and wellness
We, the young ones, grew up in the Umm Suqeim area, and Muhammad Saleh was still walking on his way, not deviating from his usual stops, starting like a seagull that follows the sword of the sea from dawn and sunrise to sunset, traveling long distances in search of food / sardines, just as that mystic was Muhammad Salih follows the road from a mosque in the west of the region to another in the east. Nothing stops him except for prayer periods. He knows all the mosques in the region. They are his stops, rest stops, and residence.
Life turned and that good man disappeared or disappeared, it is said that he fell ill and was carried by some people to a hospital, he went and did not return, so his last absence and cut off from the road, he knew his straight path to his Lord and his world, and there was nothing left but a small memory among the children of that time, who are still They remember him even now, some names are remembered and never forgotten, because they are unusual.
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