Bismillah Rahman ar-Raheem
Fire is one of those things which connects with our instincts, our souls. It is something universally loved, and feared where-ever you go in the world. Sitting around a warm fire on a cold night, eating food prepared on it is one of the simplest and greatest pleasures in the world. One can never get tired of watching the licking, greedy flames.
If you have never experienced it, I urge you to switch off your phone and spend one evening outdoors around a fire with family, friends and enjoy your evening meal prepared on it (get someone who knows what they are doing to make it for you though!).
We have depended on it for life, and it has the capacity for great destruction and pain.
Learning to make a fire has been one of the challenges of my life here. My husband seems to grab a handful of logs, throw them down and deftly produce a roaring fire without any difficulty or effort.
I understand the theory: fuel + oxygen + heat = fire
But my painstakingly arranged wood usually either doesn’t get started at all, or gets started in a roar and then once I put the teapot, or pan over it, fizzles out. Before we had a gas hob I would get up an hour before my husband, because that was how long it took me to make the breakfast tea on the fire!
While I have made progress (rather pathetic progress given I have been trying for nearly 7 years to perfect the art), it is still a job which makes me nervous, as despite my best efforts the potential for disaster is ever imminent. Al-hamdulilah there is always plenty of sand around, in case of an emergency.
Subhana Allah (glory to God) the world is a wonderful, fantastical place.