As soon as Habib Umar got off the van, the cameras started following him. We stood up – it was coincidentally the part of Mawlid DhiyaAllami where we were supposed to – and awaited his arrival.
He entered the masjid, setting off a flurry of cameras and movement, people reaching out to kiss his blessed hand, to say their salaams. Students missing their teacher, teachers respecting a greater teacher. Habib Umar went to a corner, did his prayers, and then joined the rest in reciting the Mawlid.
When his turn to speak came, Allah, he reminded us that our presence there was not in any chance our choice, but it was because Allah SWT had granted us to be there. It was not our feet, bur rather, Him making things easy for us to attend.