1. Flawless Facade


بِسْمِ اللهِ الرَّحْمٰنِ الرَّحِيْمِ

Before you read this, I would recommend that you read LOST! first as this is a spin-off to LOST!

Walking into school on a Monday morning after our study break had me dealing with an onslaught of emotions. They ranged from excitement at the thought of of our upcoming graduation to sentimentality at the thought of leaving this place and all its memories behind.

In order to make this year more memorable as well as fight the dreaded Monday blues, Adilah came up with the idea of testing the limits of how much I could get away with. According to her, being a Niqaabi allows me to get away with murder.

Obviously that’s not true but… since I’m the only niqaabi in the entire school, everyone is either fascinated or wary of me. This along with the fact that I’m friends with practically all the girls here…

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Final words

بِسْمِ اللهِ الرَّحْمٰنِ الرَّحِيْمِ

Jazakallah to each and every one of you who have supported this blog in way, be it following, liking or commenting and especially to those who have done all three.

I hope there were many lessons and reminders that you have taken from it or else this blog would have been useless.

Please forgive me if I have offended in anyway and keep me in your special duas.

No I’m not yet exiting the blogging world, I will be starting a spin-off on Basheera soon. Please follow it on COARIN.

To fellow bloggers out there I’ve heard many of you are having problems with the paragraph spacing. This is what I’ve discovered:

  • If you write straight in wordpress then you will have no troubles but many don’t like to this because it brings about many other problems like accidentally publishing incomplete posts which has sadly happened to me more than once.
  • The reason your spacing goes of is because when you copy and paste the coding of the program you copied and pasted from is differnt from the wordpress coding. The only way to properly rectify this is to click on HTML mode and add your paragraph spacings there
  • If you see the code <div>anywhere in the HTML mode make sure you remove it. This is your worst enemy when it comes to spacing problems. If this is there it will put your spacing all off so make sure you remove it.

The code is what’s below but next to each other. This is the code you shouldn’t have. I had to separate it because the code is being recognised as code and not text. 






    I hope this was helpful and Jazakallah again to each and every one of you.

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    بِسْمِ اللهِ الرَّحْمٰنِ الرَّحِيْمِ

    “Alhamdulillah!” I exclaimed, as I finished my Mutala’ah just as the door bell rang. That’s probably Basheera and them and knowing her she’ll probably scold me for using words she doesn’t understand. I had tried explaining to her what Mutala’ah was before but she said, “That sounds like homework. Just say homework.” It’s not eactly homework but…yeah…ok, something like that.

    Basheera refused to join Aalimah madrassah with me and since we now seemed to be heading in different directions, we were slowly drifting apart. Basheera despite changing drastically still kept her niqaab but she seemed to be making it more of a fashion statement than anything else. I had tried to advise her but she snapped at me for ‘going all holy’ on her.

    We weren’t as close as we were when we were young but we still kinda close and get along quite well. This is why I turned to her mother in confusion asking where she was when I couldn’t see her anywhere.

    With a very pained look her mother replied, “She wasn’t feeling well so she didn’t want to come.”

    Something didn’t seem right about that. For some reason it seemed like her mother wasn’t telling the full truth. Basheera loved company no matter what. If she was really sick then I’m sure her parents would’ve canceled today’s plans.

    Why would she not come then? Was she trying to distance herself from me? Did she think she’ll get bored here? Did something happen?
    Catching sight of her father I knew something was definitely wrong. Her father who was usually a talkative happy go lucky sort of person was looking quite stressed and withdrawn today. Something was going on but what?

    I began to dial their house in the hopes that she would answer but it went to voicemail. I tried again and again and on the third ring she finally answered.

    “Wa Alaykum Salaam,” I replied starting to wonder if she was really sick because she was sounding different like you do when sick. Maybe I was thinking too much into it.

    “Khawla! Khawla, I need a favour from you and please don’t go all holy on me. I need you to eavesdrop on the adults conversations today. Please do this for me, please!” She begged.

    That’s when I realised she wasn’t sick, she had been crying! Why? Although I knew I was going to regret this, I was so curious to know what’s going on and I guess the fact that she sounded so desperate had me agreeing.

    I slowly crept downstairs, my heart in my mouth. I felt like a burgler in my own house. “Are you sure you should be doing this? You know it’s not right,” my concience whispered but I ignored it.

    “She knows, Basheera knows……Now she hate’s me…..It’s just what I feared……..All Maleeha’s fault!……haunted by a dead woman…..Fathima, that’s enough!”

    And everything quitened down. I slowly crept up the stairs and phoned Basheera to tell her what I heard. None of it made sense to me. I hoped Basheera would fill me in when I was done but, “The nerve of that woman!” She screamed and slammed the phone down before I could ask any questions.

    I stared at the phone in bewilderment. What on earth just happened?

    50. Sumayyah’s POV

    بِسْمِ اللهِ الرَّحْمٰنِ الرَّحِيْمِ

    “I’m so proud of you! You really one upped Shaytaan. Imagine how angry he must be and imagine how pleased Allah must be with you. If you gave in, it would never have been worth it. The guilt would have eaten you afterwards and sorry, but I’m not there so don’t you dare go on your random irrational runs!”


    “I heard somewhere that there is pleasure in the disobedience of Allah but it is only a little pleasure and ruins you forever. Try to keep this in mind whenever you are tempted to do something that Allah doesn’t like.”


    “You know it’s so much easier to do good when you surrounded with good company and have good friends to encourage you to be a better muslimah so I got a suggestion for you. Why don’t you think about joining our madrassah? The girls who are coming this year are fighting similar battles like you. You should get along quite well and will hopefully be able to encourage and be good influence on each other. Do you know Hafsa is coming next year also?


    “Ok, think about it and ask you parents. Enjoy the rest of your holiday, doll. Assalaamu Alaykum,” I said as we ended the call.


    I smiled as our conversation played in my mind. She seems to be finding her way, Alhamdulillah. The seeds have been planted, let’s hope it grows from there. I really hope she joins because it will encourage her to be the best possible muslimah that she can be not to mention the tremendous amount of reward she will be getting.

    I don’t know why everyone sees someone who has studied deen instead of secular knowlege as inferior. Don’t they realise what a great gift this is? The person who has studied deen should actually be held in high esteem because this was a special gift Allah that he bestowed on some one he really loves.

    There are numerous Ahadith that highlight the superiority of someone who has studied deen has over others yet leave alone aspiring to become one of these people many mock them saying they drop outs, asking  what do they have to show for their life.

    Do you know why that student of deen doesn’t take your bait? He knows the reality. He knows sustenance is from Allah and Allah alone. He knows the value of the treasure he has been blessed with. He knows that he worked hard to achieve this.

    Trust me, studying deen is way harder than people think, it’s way harder than secular knowledge, It’s way more valuable than it too that I would never exchange it for something so inferior.

    Every person should aspire to study as much of deen as they can because if you don’t have enough knowledge of deen you could be doing an act of Ibadah but doing it wrong resulting in it not being accepted.

    In today’s time many of us are completely lost. We have lost sight of our goal. We are lost as to what is right and what is wrong. We have lost our identity as muslims that many don’t even recognise us as muslims. The only thing that can guide us and save us from being lost is following Quran and Sunnah.

    This is why I was so glad that Khawla was at least contemplating going to Madrassah. After having first hand experience of the non-existant Islamic environment at these so called Islamic schools, I couldn’t bear it if Khawla got sucked into it.

    I’d come to see her as my sister so still worrying about her, I went straight up to my Musallah and made fervent Duas to Allah to keep her guide and to never let her stray. I also made Dua that she see that this was the right decision and that the environment in school is just not right for her.

    As I said Ameen, I felt a sense of peace wash over me. I made the decision to leave her to Allah, He’d brought her to me and He’d definitely protect her. Because when you give yourself to Allah, you’ll not only get success in the Akhira but in the world too.

    49.Whispers of Shaytaan

    بِسْمِ اللهِ الرَّحْمٰنِ الرَّحِيْمِ

    Turning to the only one who could help me I began to plead:

    “رَبَّنَا لا تُزِغْ قُلُوبَنَا بَعْدَ إِذْ هَدَيْتَنَا وَهَبْ لَنَا مِنْ لَدُنْكَ رَحْمَةً إِنَّكَ اَنْتَ الْوَهَّابُ”

    “Oh Allah you have guided me to give up watching TV. Ya Allah don’t let me forsake this guidance. Ya Allah, Help me! Ya Allah save me from Shaytaan. Don’t let him destroy me like he did with Barsees. Ameen.”

    Barsees was a pious man from the Bani Israeel. Shaytaan had led this pious man to his destruction. Shaytaan mislead him with his whispers. It was Shaytaan who led him to commit evil upon evil until he destroyed him completely. This however was not enough for Shaytaan.

    He then came to the man saying as he was the one who put him in this situation he would take him out of it but on one condition, that he believes in him and not in Allah. The man did so and Shaytaan just laughed and laughed.

    This man gave Shaytaan everything including his Imaan and in return Shaytaan made him amongst those destined for Jahannum. That’s how evil shaytaan is. (story in greater detail at the bottom)

    There’s no words to describe how much Shaytaan hates us just as there is no words to describe how much Allah loves us. Yet stupid people that we are, we choose to listen to the whisperings of shaytaan over the command of our beloved Allah?!!

    ‘If I’m going to be able to hear it everywhere in the house and be tempted then I’ll go out of the house,’ I decided, while taking my distraction with me, the hand-phone. I sat down on the grass envying dadi’s lovely garden.

    “Subhanallah!” I exclaimed as I glanced around me at the beautiful scenery and breathed in the sweet fresh air. The amazing fragrance of grass, flowers and all the different types of fruit trees that surrounded me, the gentle rustling of the trees that was so calming and most of all the amazing view that could occupy me for hours was what soon calmed me down and distracted me.

    “Subhanallah!” I exclaimed yet again envying the beauty of this place and wondering how much more beautiful Jannah must be, so of course, “Subhanallah!” I exclaimed yet again in order to beatify and fill up my land in Jannah with such beautiful trees that they put these ones to shame. “Subhanallah!”

    Shaytaan who never gives up had to pull me out of these wondeful thoughts and remind me in the form of their loud laughter, “They really enjoying without you. Are you sure you don’t want to join them?” He whispered.

    ‘Yes, I’m sure and it seems like I one upped you this time,” I thought happily. ‘Time for distraction number two,’ I decided, dialing Sumayyah.

    In the town of Barsees, there were 4 young men from the youths of Bani Israel. The brothers had a young sister who was extremely beautiful. These 4 brothers were called to go for Jihaad in the way of Allah. So they all sat down and began to think, “What are we gonna do with our sister; she is a youth and is very beautiful, and we will be away from her for days, for weeks, or even months.” One of them said: “There is no one whom we can trust with our sister except for Barsees, for he is the most righteous of mankind. He worships Allah the most.” And so the other brothers agreed to this idea.

    They all went to the temple of Barsees and asked him: “Could you please keep our sister with you, until we return from fighting in the way of Allah?” Barsees immediately refused and said: “I seek Allah’s refuge. I am a person who is busy with worship, and I simply cannot keep you sister with me!” The 4 brothers kept on asking and asking and asking. They said: “Soon we will have to go for Jihaad – to fight the enemies of Allah. So please, be a helper for us. Assist us by taking care of her – because we simply cannot entrust our sister with anyone from this town but you.” Barsees, seeing their desperate situation, agreed with one condition. He said: “She cannot stay with me. Make for her a tent [a place where she will stay] and put a wall in front of it, with a door. So I will place food for her at the doorstep, and I will guard her from far away.”

    The youths agreed and they did what Barsees told them. Then they went for Jihaad. Many days passed, and every day Barsees would place food at the door of the wall in front of the tent. He would then leave so she could come and get it. On one of these days, Shaytaan came and whispered to Barsees: “O Barsees, look. You just place the food for this young girl at the door of the tent. And then you leave. Perhaps, some people pass by and they eat the food! And this poor girl does not say anything to you [informing you of the situation], because her shyness and modesty prevent her.”

    So Barsees began to, instead of dropping the food outside her door, put the food inside the tent and then would immediately leave. Many days later, Shaytaan came to him. And he whispered to him: “O Barsees! O most righteous of the people of earth, the one who has worshipped Allah for so long, why don’t you just give salaams to this poor girl? Because no one ever talks to her, and now for a whole month she has not heard anyone. Furthermore, you will get good deeds when you say the salaams.” So Barsees did that. The next time he dropped the food at her tent, he said as-salaamu ‘alaykum to the young girl [from behind the wall], and she replied with the salaam. When Barsees heard her voice, his heart was captivated. He was totally mesmerized and enthralled. For as a worshipper in his monastery for 60 years, he had never heard such a voice. He immediately began to think about the appearance of the owner of this beautiful and soft voice.

    Some weeks later, Shaytaan came to Barsees and whispered to him: “O Barsees! O most pious of the people of earth, shouldn’t  you …i mean, isn’t it your duty to.. ask this young girl if she needs anything? If she has any need? Isn’t this the promise you gave to those 4 brothers? And won’t this be added to your account of good deeds [caring about this girl and asking if she needs any assistance]? So go into her tent and talk to her for a while, becauze she’s very lonely and no one has spoken to her for many months now! O Barsees, what do you have to fear? You have worshipped Allah the most, out of all the people on earth. You are the ‘aabid, the saajid, the zaahid. What do you have to fear?”

    So Barsees entered in the tent of the girl after a few days of contemplating. He went and placed the food in front of her and said: “Do you need anything?” She said: “Thank you. You are very considerate and kind.” Barsees looked at her and heard her voice and talked to her. Then Shaytaan came to him and said: “Barsees, one who has worshipped Allah the most in your time – shouldn’t you eat with this young girl just one time, for she has not eaten with anyone from many months. And this will be added to your account of good deeds, with your Lord. Barsees, this poor girl is by herself, alone, and has not spoken to anyone from many months! O Barsees! Fear Allah regarding this young girl.” Barsees thought about it and decided to do it. He made food for the girl and some food for himself, and he went to the tent and told the girl that today they should eat together.

    It continued in this manner and eventually led to Barsees, the one who had worshipped Allah the most from all mankind (for nearly his entire life), committing zina with this girl.

    Months later, the young girl became pregnant and she gave birth to a child. The brothers were still away fighting in the battle since Jihaad requires a lot of time, a lot of traveling, and many hardships, etc. During this period, Shaytaan came to Barsees again. He said: “What will you do, O Barsees, when the brothers of this young girl return? What will you say to them? They will ask, ‘Where did this child come from?!’ O Barsees, just kill the child and cover this matter up. If you don’t, you will be exposed and everyone in the village will ridicule you. Just get it over with and everything will be good. Take the child far away and kill him, and then you repent sincerely to Allah and seeking his forgiveness for your sin.” So Barsees went to the young girl and asked her for her child. Then he took the child far away and killed him, and buried him in the ground. He returned to his temple and began to repent to Allah.

    Shaytaan came to Barsees and whispered: “Do you think, O Barsees, that this young girl is going to leave you, once she finds out what you did to her child? You killed her child, took him away from her. Soon she will inform her brothers and they will get revenge on you! Go ahead and kill the girl, O Barsees. I mean, think about it carefully. What will happen if you leave her? When her brothers come, she will tell them and they will find out about how you committed zinaa with her. And from now on, people will speak bad about you, and about other worshippers like you. You will be stoned out of here!” So Barsees said in desperation, “What should I do?” He said: “Just do this last deed and then do Tawbah to Allah. He is the Ghafoor [most-forgiving] and the Raheem [the most merciful].” So Barsees went to the girl and took her to the place where he had buried her son. He said to her: “I will take you to where your son is.” She became so happy and overjoyed and she came towards Barsees. Barsees killed her and then buried her next to her child.

    It was the decree of Allah that right at that moment, the 4 youths came back from the battle. Despite their tiredness and exhaustion, they did not forget about their sister. They immediately went to Barsees and asked him about her. Barsees had to think fast. He shed some tears and said to them: “I am very sorry. Your sister was the best youth, and the best of all girls, but she died because of a terrible disease that inflicted her. So be patient and hope for the rewards from Allah.” The four brothers became soo sad when they heard this news. So they went to their homes crying and weeping.

    That night, Shaytaan came to them in their dreams and informed them of what had really happened. One of them woke up in terror (in the middle of the night), and stood up and said: “I saw this really strange dream.” The second brother said: “Yea, I also saw this weird dream.” The third and fourth said the same thing. So they said: “What’s going on, what is this? We all saw this same dream.” They were very confused and simply could not believe it. The next morning, they all went to Barsees and said: “Last night, all of us saw this extremely strange dream.” So Barsees said: “What did you see?” They said: “We each saw in our dreams that you committed zina with our sister and then murdered her.” Barsees was taken aback and had to think fast. He exclaimed: “You are doubting me, while I am the worshipper? You ignorant people are saying this about me, and I am the one who prays, bows, and prostrates? How can you say this to me? How dare you?!!” So the brothers, in shame, said: “No, by Allah, we are not doubting you. May Allah forgive us. Please pardon us for thinking about such an evil thing.” So they forgot about the dreams and went back home.

    The next night Shaytaan came to each one of them, in their dreams, and said: “Verily, Barsees has lied to you a second time. Go to such and such a place, and you will find some of your sister’s clothes.” The next morning the brothers talked about the new dream that they had seen. They said: “O.k., why don’t we go to that place and see where our sister supposedly is.” They hurried to that place and saw some pieces of cloth over the earth. They began to dig and dig, and finally – to their horror and shock – they saw their sister’s dead body and her child next to her!! They realized that the dream they had been shown was true. And since it was still night, they agreed that they would kill him tomorrow at noon, while all the people of the city were present and witnessing.

    That night,  Shaytaan came in his true form before Barsees, who was very injured and in pain. Shaytaan smiled and said: “O Barsees, I am Shaytaan. I am the one who did all of this to you. I’m the one who got you in this mess. And I’m the only one who can get you out of it.”  Barsees, in this state of sorrow, anxiety, remorse, and desperation, said: “Please, save me from what I am in.” Shaytaan said: “First you must pay the price, otherwise no deal.” Barsees said: “Didn’t I already do what you want [zina, murder, etc]?” Shaytaan said: “No.” So Barsees said: “So what do you want?” Shaytaan said: “Just one thing. Simply do one sajdah to me and you will be saved.”  So Barsees did that. He did just one sajdah to Shaytaan with his head. When he had humbled himself to Shaytaan, prostrated to him with his head, and was waiting to be saved, hoping in Shaytaan — Shaytaan looked at him and began to laugh. And he shouted in joy: “Barsees disbelieved in Allah! Barsees disbelieved in Allah! Barsees disbelieved in Allah! Hooray!” Barsees cried out: “Please don’t leave me. Help me! I need your help.” Shaytaan smiled, turning towards him, and said: إني بريء منك “I have nothing to do with you.” And he instantly disappeared. The next morning, Barsees was executed in front of the whole community, for his crimes. And the great worshipper died in a state of kufr.

    Allah said: كمثل الشيطان إذ قال للإنسان اكفر, فلما كفر قال إني بريء منك, إني أخاف الله رب العالمين – فكان عاقبتهما أنهما في النار خالدين فيها, وذلك جزآء الظالمين “Remember when Shaytaan said to the human: ‘Disbelieve’. And when he had disbelieved, Shaytaan said [to him]: ‘I have nothing to do with you. I fear Allah, the Lord of the Worlds.’ And so the end of both of them, was that they entered the [Hell] Fire, and remained therein forever. And that is the recompense of the wrongdoers.” [59:16]

    This incident is one not to be forgotten. This incident, dear Muslim, is one that must pondered over and reflected upon. The lessons to be learned from it are of paramount importance! He is truly deprived the one who has not learned from the story of Barsees.

    Before I end this article, I want you to seriously think about and reflect on the following points: [1] Barsees was the most righteous man on earth. This is one of the main lessons from this incident. This man has been worshipping Allah for nearly his entire life. 60 years in fact. He was almost in Jannah! But now he fell, right before he died. Rasoolullah (may Allah send peace & blessings on him) stated in part of a hadeeth: “I swear by Allah, besides whom there is none worthy of worship, certainly, one of you will definitely perform the deeds of the People of Paradise until there is not between him and Paradise except an arm’s length. And then he will be overtaken.. and he will perform the deeds of the People of Hell and enter it.” [Bukhari and Muslim] In reality, this is a very scary thought . It means that every Muslim must be on guard at all times. One cannot look at his present deeds and feel assured, because it could be that he changes his ways and starts performing the deeds of the People of Hell. In another hadeeth recorded by Al-Bukhari, the Prophet told us that a person may be doing the deeds of the People of Paradise, while in fact he is going to enter Hell. Then he said his famous statement: “Surely, the deeds are based on their final [deeds].” Meaning, the thing that’s really gonna count is, the deeds you do before you die. Your final actions. And who amongst us knows when death will knock on his/her door? Hence, O Muslim, this is a clear indication to you, that you must continue fighting till death. Allah said: “Worship your Lord until ‘the certainty’ comes to you.”Certainty, in this verse, refers to “death”.  So the first lesson, is to never be satisfied and think that you’re good, and you’ve got one foot in Jannah. Many people think that being a president or leader or Imaam or pious worshipper (etc) makes you infallible. For such people they have a lesson to learn, from Barsees who worshipped Allah for his whole life. But in the end, he was deceived. May Allah make our final deeds in this world, deeds of the People of Jannah.

    [2]  This brings us to the 2nd extremely important lesson. The question is, “Why did Barsees fall?” Why did he fall in the end and become one of the People of Hell? Because of what is known as, خطوات الشيطان “the footsteps of the devil”. You see, it wasn’t all at once. It took a long time. It took steps. Satan is a trickster, a deceiver, a cunning crafty enemy. He is extremely patient. He has all the time. He’s not in a hurry. He has time till the Day of Judgment. So he takes you step-by-step. He knows what your nafs (soul) desires. And he works with it to lead you astray. He triggers it and uses it, to slowly lead you to destruction. Look! For over 60 years, Satan didn’t really push Barsees. He waited for the perfect opportunity. When the brothers had to go for Jihaad he saw this as the best chance.

    Notice Satan’s cunning. First he told Barsees to simply leave the food at her door. Then he encouraged him to give her the salaams. Then he told him to ask her if she needed anything. Then he brought him inside. Each step took weeks upon weeks. Dear Muslim! Satan will give you reasons and justifications. He may tell you, as he told Birsees, “this is good, you will get good deeds if you do this”, etc. Be extremely cautious.  He won’t come to you and say, commit zina, steal, lie, do kufr – no! And that is why, in the case of zina,Allah warned us: ولا تقربوا الزنى “And don’t come near zina.” Meaning, don’t follow the steps that will lead you to it. This applies to all sins and evil.

    Lastly, as Ibn al-Qayyim stated: “From the evil consequences of a sin, is that one sin leads to another sin (and so on), until they accumulate and destroy a man, making it too hard for him to turn back.” First, Satan got Barsees to commit zina. Then he lead to him commit murder. And finally, to the greatest sin which is kufr (disbelief). One sin will lead you to another. Therefore, if you commit one sin, immediately follow it up with sincere tawbah [repentance to Allah]. Never follow it up with another sin, no matter what. These are the steps of satan!


    48. What do I do?

    بِسْمِ اللهِ الرَّحْمٰنِ الرَّحِيْمِ

    What do I do? It’s taking everything in me not to give in. If I give in, I’ll spoil my record, not to mention upset mummy and most of all, anger my rabb. The fact that Basheera is stuck with her nose in a book, is not helping at all. Now I’m walking around aimlessly unsure what to do.

    Shaytaan taking full advantage of this whispered encouragingly, “Mummy is not here. You are so bored. It’s not like you haven’t watched before, so what difference will one more time make? In fact you used to follow this very program before and don’t you want to know what’s going on currently?

    The boys are not here today so there is no purda story. Sit and watch with you family and spend some time with them. The holidays are almost over. Spend some time with them because you don’t know when you are going to see them next. Make the most of the little time you have left. Don’t you know how important family ties are?”

    Everyone else was sitting in front of the TV watching a program I used to follow and I really really want to know what happened since the last time I watched. I wanted to join them but I knew it was wrong. I couldn’t let those months of hard work go down the drain or could I?

    On one hand I know it’s wrong and on the other hand shaytaan was making it as enticing as possible and giving me an excuse to assuage every fear that was stopping me. I knew the guilt would eat me if I gave in. I knew Allah was watching me! How was I supposed to answer to Allah?

    Sensing my determination shaytaan used another ploy. “It’s ok if you don’t want to watch, just listen then. The TV is blasting anyway, anywhere in the house that you go, you won’t be able to escape it. You really want to know what’s going on and you won’t be watching TV. It’s a win-win situation.”

    “Stop fooling yourself Khawla. One of the major reason TV is Haraam is because of the music. Although you only intend to listen to what’s going on, you’re bound to hear the music anyway and be affected by it.

    Music is something that so many people take lightly but Rasulullah صَلَّى اللّٰهُ عَلَيْهِ said that music breeds hypocrisy in the heart. Hypocrisy! Do you even know what this means? It means you don’t have true Imaan. It means you’re just acting like a muslim claiming to love Allah, when in reality you don’t.

    It means you won’t be able to recite the kalimah at the time of death! This means you destined for Jahannum! Did you know this? And yet many of us take it so lightly. SO lightly that we even add it to “nasheeds” and claim now there’s nothing wrong because the nasheed is about Allah. What a load of rubbish. Stop fooling yourself.

    This is a test, a test of whether your nafs and shaytaan is stronger than your Imaan, a test of how sincere you are,” I told myself  “You can do this Khawla, you can do this… I need a distraction, and fast!”



    47. Frantic search

    بِسْمِ اللهِ الرَّحْمٰنِ الرَّحِيْمِ

    I went to help Fui and Khalid with the frantic search for Faheem. We first searched the house just to make sure but he wasn’t here. We then began retracing Khalid’s footsteps. “First I went to IceDream,” He said, as he led us down the route he had tread moments earlier.

    We questioned almost every person we passed along the way and upon reaching the ice-cream shop proceeded to search it corner to corner to no avail. Desperation filled Fui’s face and she insisted that we wait while she checked the bathrooms as well.

    As we expected, he wasn’t there. Turning to Khalid, fui begged, ” Please Khalid, think properly. I don’t think I can bear it if I don’t find my child. Where on earth can my child be? He’s only five years old. Too young to know directions properly. He doesn’t even know how to cross a road. I don’t know what’s better, not knowing or knowing something bad happened to him. What will I tell his father? I’m such a bad irresponsible mother?!”

    I bought fui an ice-cream since we were in an ice-cream shop after all, in the hopes that it will calm her down a little. “We’ll find him Insha Allah. You need to place your trust in Allah and remember, panicking helps no one,” I gently said before questioning Khalid, “Did you go home from here or did you go somewhere else?”

    “From here I went to the park and then … I sat on the bench near the entrance till I finished my Ice-cream and then…. That’s it! Khalid suddenly exclaimed as he began running towards the park. I sighed before I began running after him trying to keep up with him. I must have really looked a sight in my niqaab running like a mad thing.

    There in the park in the middle of the sandpit, we spied little Faheem tasting the sand. He was totally oblivious to the amount of stress and worry he had caused and was happily enjoying himself.

    His mother upon seeing him burst into tears and carried him only to begin showering him with kisses, despite his protests. She then refused to let him out of her sight for the rest of the day.

    Fui made sure she expressed her gratitude to Allah for returning her son to her. She expressed it with the following words:

    الْحَمْدُ لِلهِ ما شاء الله

     All praises are due to Allah. Just as Allah willed.

    الْحَمْدُ لِلهِ الَّذِي بِنِعْمَتِهِ تَتِمُّ الصَّالِحَاتُ

    All praises are due to Allah who through his bounty good things have been accomplished.

    (Dua’s to be recited upon receiving good news)

    Like a big granpa, he later complained to Yaseera, “I went for a walk to the park because I needed some peace but they had to follow me! Then my mummy only wants to kiss me and kiss me and put spit on my face! I don’t now for what she was carrying me also. I’m a big boy. I got legs. I know how to walk. They just anoning me!”

    Then began a fight because Yaseera laughed at him and claimed, “I’m bigger than you beacause I know how to say anoying.”

    “But I’m bigger than you. My mummy told me,” Faheem screamed angrily.

    They both then began to climb onto chairs and tables in their aim to be bigger than the other. These kids were just too much!

    46. Bored

    Khalid’s POV

    بِسْمِ اللهِ الرَّحْمٰنِ الرَّحِيْمِ

    Zaheer, man that’s one guy who pushes all my wrong buttons. For some reason we could never get along. I’m regretting not going to the shop with Dada today because now I’m left bored out of my mind.

    The prank they had played on Zaheer last night was what had me thinking this holiday won’t be so bad after all. This was the only reason why I decided not to go to the shop today. I expected some serious entertainment today but… nothing. I’m so bored that I’m literally trying to count the hairs on my leg.

    “This sucks!” I said to myself eventually deciding to go for a walk. I grabbed my wallet and headed out the front door.

    I bought an ice-cream from IceDream and then I walked to the park across the road. I sat down on a bench and began eating my ice cream.

    I contentedly ate my ice cream while gazing at the commotion around me. For some reason that child in the sand pit looked familiar but he was too far away for me to make out who he was properly. I just brushed it off as I finished my ice-cream and reluctantly began heading back.

    As soon as I entered the house my fui (father’s sister) questioned, “Where’s my son? Where’s Faheem?”

    “I don’t know! I wasn’t here…” I responded confused as to why she was asking me that.

    “But Zaheer said he went with you. Zaheer, didn’t you say he went with Khalid?”

    “But he didn’t,” I repeated.

    “He followed you,” Zaheer eventually said.

    The way I wanted to bust this ou up! “You saw him following me and didn’t have the common sense to stop him or at least inform me that he’s following me! What is wrong with you dude?”

    Fui’s POV

    “My baby is lost and the two of you have time for a petty argument. What if we don’t find him? What if someone kidnapped him? What if he gets knocked? What if…” I gasped.

    “Fui, calm down! Take deep breaths. Freaking out is only going to make it worse. Let’s retrace my footsteps.” Khalid said trying to calm me down.

    “Ya Allah please help me find my son. Ya Allah please don’t let anything happen to him. Ya Allah!” I silently prayed. “Inna lillahi wa inna ilayhi Rajioon, Inna lillahi wa inna ilayhi rajioon, Inna lillahi….” I continuously repeated. This was the only thing helping keep me sane.

    وعنها قالت‏:‏ سمعت رسول الله صلى الله عليه وسلم يقول‏:‏‏”‏ما من عبد تصيبه مصيبه، فيقول إن لله وإنا إليه راجعون‏:‏ اللهم آجرني في مصيبتي، واخلف لي خيرا منها، إلا آجره الله تعالي في مصيبته واخلف له خيراً منها‏.‏ قالت‏:‏ فلما توفي أبو سلمة، قلت كما أمرني رسول الله صلى الله عليه وسلم ، فاخلف الله خيراص منه رسول الله صلى الله عليه وسلم

    Umm Salamah (May Allah be pleased with her) reported: I heard the Messenger of Allah (ﷺ) saying, “When a person suffers from a calamity and utters: ‘Inna lillahi wa inna ilaihi raji’un. Allahumma ujurni fi musibati, wakhluf li khairan minha (We belong to Allah and to Him we shall return. O Allah! Compensate me in my affliction, recompense my loss and give me something better in exchange for it), then Allah surely compensates him with reward and better substitute.” Umm Salamah (May Allah be pleased with her) said: When Abu Salamah (May Allah be pleased with him) died, I repeated the same supplication as the Messenger of Allah (ﷺ) had commanded me (to do). So Allah bestowed upon me a better substitute than him (I was married to Muhammad, the Messenger of Allah (ﷺ)).

    قالَ النَّبِيُّ ـ صلى الله عليه وسلم ـ ‏ “‏ مَنْ أُصِيبَ بِمُصِيبَةٍ فَذَكَرَ مُصِيبَتَهُ فَأَحْدَثَ اسْتِرْجَاعًا – وَإِنْ تَقَادَمَ عَهْدُهَا – كَتَبَ اللَّهُ لَهُ مِنَ الأَجْرِ مِثْلَهُ يَوْمَ أُصِيبَ ‏”‏ ‏.‏

    The Prophet (ﷺ) said: “Whoever was stricken with a calamity and when he remembers it he says ‘Inna lillahi, wa inna ilayhi raji’un (Truly, to Allah we belong and truly, to Him we shall return),’ even though it happened a long time ago, Allah will record for him a reward like that of the day it befell him.”



    45. Basheera’s POV

    بِسْمِ اللهِ الرَّحْمٰنِ الرَّحِيْمِ

    Our giggles had brought Khawla to investigate. When Zaheera came up with this idea, there was no way I was gonna back down, because this was my chance for revenge. We, Zaheera and I, were dressing Amina up in niqaab and we had great plans for her.

    Examining our handiwork we both finally approved of it. I don’t know how Amina stayed still through it all with no complaints. While tying her hijaab, I accidentally poked her head with a pin but besides a small ouch she didn’t make a fuss. She really was a sport.

    Amina then went along with her little terror of a brother to sit in Zaheer’s room. Faheem was given free rein in Zaheer’s room to dig in all the cupboards and given instructions by Zaheera to search for Zaheer’s junk stash.

    Khawla and I peeped from our room as the boys returned from Salaah. Before Zaheer could enter his room Zaheera stopped him. She stage whispered,”You can’t go there. Khawla’s friend is there and she’s in niqaab.”

    “Yeah, throw me under the bus!”Khawla grumbled before I shushed her.

    “Why is she in my room? And she’s so short! Are you sure you not fooling me?” Zaheer questioned annoyed.

    “Shh! Don’t be rude. She has dwarfism. She just looks small but she is 16. Stop mocking her. She didn’t choose to be so short. Allah made her like that.” Zaheera rebuked.

    “You still didn’t tell me what she’s doing in my room,” Zaheer said irritatedly.

    “She’s not completely right up there, if you know what I’m saying. For some reason she can’t get my name right also. She said she likes this room and wants to sit here so we didn’t want to upset her.”

    To strengthen my statement of her being mad she came out of the room acting as if she didn’t know Zaheer was there and couldn’t see him. She then proceeded to walk straight into him.

    “Zubeida, so pretty walls you got here but why do they appear in the middle of nowhere?”

    She then proceeded to pull his beard questioning, “What’s all these strings coming out of the wall?”

    Khawla and I began killing it. They were just too much. Zaheera seemed to be struggling to hold it together in order not to give everything away.

    Just at that moment Faheem emerged from the room. His hands and mouth smeared with chocolate that he had eaten from Zaheer’s stash.

    Knowing that Zaheer would catch on any minute, Zaheera screamed, “RUN!” as she and Amina made a mad dash towards us and slammed the door shut locking it behind them before we all burst into random bouts of unstoppable giggles.

    “You do know y’all lied?” Khawla said once we had calmed down a little.

    “Ugh! Let us enjoy our moment of glory without going all pious on us,” I said in displeasure at the fact that she had burst our bubble. Instead of enjoying our moment of sweet revenge we were now riddled with guilt.

     قَالَ رَسُولَ اللَّهِ صَلَّى اللَّهُ عَلَيْهِ وَسَلَّمَ  آيَةُ النِّفَاقِ ثَلَاثٌ إِذَا حَدَّثَ كَذَبَ وَإِذَا وَعَدَ أَخْلَفَ وَإِذَا اؤْتُمِنَ خَانَ

    The Messenger of Allah [SAW] said: “The signs of the hypocrite are three: When he speaks, he lies; when he makes a promise he breaks it; and when he is entrusted with something, he betrays (that trust).”

    قَالَ النَّبِيُّ صلى الله عليه وسلم ‏ “‏ رَأَيْتُ رَجُلَيْنِ أَتَيَانِي قَالاَ الَّذِي رَأَيْتَهُ يُشَقُّ شِدْقُهُ فَكَذَّابٌ يَكْذِبُ بِالْكَذْبَةِ تُحْمَلُ عَنْهُ حَتَّى تَبْلُغَ الآفَاقَ فَيُصْنَعُ بِهِ إِلَى يَوْمِ الْقِيَامَةِ ‏”‏‏.‏

    The Prophet (ﷺ) said, “I saw (in a dream), two men came to me.” Then the Prophet (ﷺ) narrated the story (saying), “They said, ‘The person, the one whose cheek you saw being torn away (from the mouth to the ear) was a liar and used to tell lies and the people would report those lies on his authority till they spread all over the world. So he will be punished like that till the Day of Resurrection.”‘