Az-Zukhruf · Makki · ayah 66 of 89

Az-Zukhruf 43:66

هَلْ يَنظُرُونَ إِلَّا ٱلسَّاعَةَ أَن تَأْتِيَهُم بَغْتَةً وَهُمْ لَا يَشْعُرُونَ

“Are they waiting except for the Hour to come upon them suddenly while they perceive not?”

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Essence

The Hour will come all at once, and the real danger is not its suddenness but arriving with no awareness, not even a hair's breadth.

A reflection

Not even the touch of a hair

Wa-hum lā yashʿurūn: while they do not perceive. The root sh-ʿ-r has two branches in the lexicons: hair, and knowing. One lexicon joins them. Shaʿartu first meant 'I touched the hair'. From it came 'I knew', a knowing as fine as touching a single hair. The senses are mashāʿir.

So lā yashʿurūn is not just 'they do not know'. It is 'they do not feel it, not even as faintly as a hair brushing the skin'.

A careful reader might ask: doesn't baghtatan, suddenly, already say this? One classical linguist answers no. A thing can come suddenly to someone who is alert. Lā yashʿurūn adds something worse: they are heedless, because they are busy with the affairs of their world. He compares another ayah, where the blast seizes people while they are still arguing (36:49).

Picture an open-plan office on a Thursday afternoon. A young analyst is deep in a spreadsheet, noise-cancelling headphones on, music filling her head. The fire alarm goes. Strobe lights flash in the ceiling. Colleagues gather coats and file out. She keeps typing for almost a minute, until someone taps her on the shoulder. She was not lazy or careless. She was absorbed.

That is the condition the ayah describes. Not rebellion, but absorption so complete that even the flashing lights do not register.

It asks a quiet question of every reader. What are my headphones? What fills my senses so fully that the signs of the Hour, and of my own end, never quite reach the skin?

For many people today the answer is close at hand. A screen that is never put down. Work that is never closed. Noise that is never switched off. None of these is evil. But each can keep the mashāʿir, the senses, so full that nothing finer can touch them.

The remedy is not anxiety. It is small, regular silences, in which a single hair could be felt. Prayer is designed to be exactly that.

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