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Feb 16, 2014


By Alawiya Abdalla


*At the hospital*

I’m sitting here in a chair next to Osman, and PRAYING to Allah (SWT) to get him through this. I somehow managed to call the ambulance through my shock.
The scene was so bloody that I am not going to describe it, I have witnessed what it is like to be with the wrong crowd first hand.
I knew Osman had a lot of problems, but being involved with gangs?? That was quite heartbreaking
When they were confronting him, I thought to myself “No this is too much, if Allah saves my life I am out of this relationship”. I cannot lie, a person can only handle so much!

But seeing my uncle’s slump right in front of me, and Osman’s devastating cries made my heart twist in knots I never thought possible
And then came the heroic deed, when he saved my life Oh why did he do that??? Why did he make that one step, and now making me wish I was the one who is in a coma!!
When the medics got to the house, they detected a pulse in Osman but not in anyone else. I was praying to Allah that they find one in my uncle too, but they said he was dead

I just did not know whether to scream or remain calm or just faint!! I lost all sense of any normal feelings
I just saw myself switching into a robotic mode, void of any real emotions. All I kept thinking is how to lie to the police, and make them think that this was an attempted robbery
I will say anything but the truth, the truth that Osman WAS very much involved with them! They will wait for him to recover and then lock him away for years, and I just do not have the heart to make him go through that

He has already lost his dad right in front of his eyes, and paid his dues. He changed from an arrogant rich boy into a humble man in a month, if he survives this imagine how good he can be!
I 100% believe that Osman has a beautiful soul, he has proven to me time and time again what a good person he is. He restored my confidence, when Ayman bashed it to pieces.
He never made me feel like it was my fault, when I confessed the rape to him! He was so sweet and understanding, and that was even before his Iman soared.
He is just got so much more to give to the world, Ya Allah save my husband for me
They say people who are sick or ill are in immense pain and agony, I disagree.
What about the loved ones, who have to watch the person they love the most suffer and there is NOTHING they can do to erase their pain?

I have watched my dad suffer, and I wished and wished I could do ANYTHING to take his pain away. I am willing to go through all of that once more for Osman.
I just pray that at least he opens his eyes, watching him attached to tubes and lifeless body is heartbreaking. I keep looking at his eyes for signs of any blinks, but nothing.
Those eyes that could tell me what he is feeling and thinking without saying the words, now shut possibly forever
The doctor who operated on him to get the bullet out, said it JUST missed his heart by a few centimetres He said that because Osman is fit and healthy, it is helping a great deal in keeping him alive.
He told me that they have done all they can, and now it is up to him if he can fight this and wake up.
I do not believe that, it is up to Allah (SWT) to help my husband. It is all up to The All Merciful Allah (SWT).
So I reach for Osman’s hand, and I fall asleep my head resting on the side of his bed__

I try to open my eyes, but I feel like I am in a dream. Everything seems so cloudy, and I feel SO groggy
Where am I?? And why are there wires coming out from every inch of my body? I start to panic, and try to move.
But as I move I feel pain searing through my whole body, and I slump back to my pillow. I also feel someone’s soft and damp hands, and I squeeze it to see if I’m dreaming or not
The person jerks and comes to vision. It takes me several seconds to realize that the face belongs to Shaimaa!

“What is going on? Where am I?” I ask hoarsely.
“Shuuush, don’t try to speak. I’m gonna get someone” She says it softly, her eyes visibly red.

Before I could grab her hand again, and ask her what is going on she runs. She runs and she leaves me confused, I try and remember how I ended up here but my head feels heavy somehow

Where is my mum and dad?? And then it comes back__
It all comes back rushing to my brain_
My dad was lying unconscious on the floor, I was hugging him and John and Kevin and Amber and the shooting__
It is all coming back so quickly, that I find myself slipping back to sleep just as quick_______________________

*A day later*

I open my eyes to see Shaimaa and my mum sitting on the left side of my bed, clutching each other’s hand with their eyes closed.
I just watch them, and then I try to move myself when I become fully aware that the pain is coming from my back.

“Osman Manawa (my son) don’t move please. You’re so fragile, I’m right here” Says my mum, her eyes blotchy red.
“Mum, my dad mum. My dad__” I don’t get to finish my sentence when she puts her hands on my lips.
“There’s no need to say anything, Shaimaa told me everything. You didn’t shoot your dad son” She tells me and I can clearly see the devastation of losing my dad in her eyes

“But they came for me__if I wasn’t involved none of this would have happened” I say it with a teary voice.
“I’m gonna go get the nurse” Says Shaimaa, and she leaves the room.
“Shaimaa wait, are the police here?” I ask hoping the answer is yes, because I want to go to jail and rot in there
“I really have to go get the nurse Osman” She tells me before going outside so fast, that I do not get a chance to protest.
“Osman, the police are not here but they will need to get your statement at some point when you’re recovered Inshallah” Starts my mum “Shaimaa told them that it was a break and entry, so they won’t arrest you”
“She did it to save you” She finishes telling me with such kindness and concern in her voice, that it makes me feel ten times worse
“I have to be arrested Ma, I have to pay for what I did” I insist on paying for my dad’s death
“DON’T EVER SAY THAT, DO YOU HEAR ME? I’ve lost your dad, and I CANNOT lose you too! I need you now more than ever to get through this” She says it tearfully “I cannot get through the funeral, and the Idda (mourning period) alone. I have no man now, you can’t leave me and Shaimaa alone. I won’t allow you!” She says it firmly.

“I’m going to stay at my sister’s house for 4 months and 10 days, to complete my Idda there. I can’t go back to the house, We’ll sell it and get a new place Inshallah. I can’t go back to where it all happened” She tells me holding my face in her hands

I did not say anything, but the thoughts in my head are killing me. I do not deserve to be out here free, I deserve to rot in jail for the things I did!
How can anyone get over this guilt and pain? How can you get over the fact that you were never nice to you father, and one day he is gone without saying how much you appreciated their hard work???
I wanted to, I started to but I still did not say it! I was never good with words, I should have told him. Now he is gone, and he will never know.
He will never know how much I have come to love him, and appreciate him

He will never know__

Subhanallah, your whole life you hear about death. But facing it first hand is another issue. Seeing Fifi in a white clothing from head to toe is so heartbreaking! She looks so sad and vulnerable
I am helping with the funeral, which is being held at her sister’s house with all the family and friends sleeping in the same house! I am here, but all I could think of is how Osman is doing at the hospital all alone!

I visit him as much as I can, and every time I see the shine in his eyes dimming. He is in such a bad place, that I do not think anyone can get him out of it
I wish there is something I can do to help him, but I think this is the one time that Osman needs to figure out a way for himself and whenever he is ready

My dad is beyond devastated, when I called to let him know the news he was so heartbroken that he could not speak. I am trying so hard to keep it together, but I feel that this is just one too big of a thing for me to deal with
May Allah help me, Osman, my dad and Fifi to get through this_________________

I feel so numb. I could not even bury my own dad, because I was in the hospital
Now I am out of the hospital, I am staying with my mum in my aunty’s house for the duration of Idda. Seeing my mum dressed in her Idda clothes, makes this whole thing very real indeed
I cannot look her in the eye, knowing that if I did not bring them in my life, this nightmare would not have been so real.
But I somehow manage to get through the 4 months and 10 days of the Idda, it is over. The people have gone home, and now it is just me and my mum in the room.

Now my actions becomes a reality. I have unknowingly joined a gang, out of boredom. I have unknowingly brought them so close to the people I love, because of my stupidity
I do not know if I will ever get over this, I do not know if the nightmares will ever stop appearing! I cannot think straight, I do not feel like doing anything any more.
The police came and took my statement, and I told them what my mum wanted me to say. Even though I would have preferred to have gone to prison and pay for what I did, but my mum and Shaimaa need me.

Oh poor Shaimaa! Doing all the helping and the cooking. I do not know what I did to deserve someone like that in my life
She is better off without me! The funny thing is, I say that but the reality is I cannot live without her in my life.
I NEED to go back to the house and face it, I need to see the place where my dad died. I need to do that for my sanity, I need to see and feel the pain.

I just need to__


Osman insisted in visiting the house to get closure. I decided to come with him, as I cannot let him come here alone
We are inside the living room where it all happened. The whole place have been cleaned, but the scars from the night are still engraved in every inch of the house.
Osman stands at the spot where his dad was shot and he does not move. He stands there for several minutes silent, before I decide to get him out of his trance.

“Osman, come and sit down please” I urge him to sit on the sofa.

He sits, and then he spots a luggage. He starts opening it frantically, and picks up clothes from it.
The luggage belongs to my uncle Khalifa He smells the clothes, and weeps. He hugs it, and cries.
I just feel speechless. Have you ever seen a man crying? It is so heartbreaking to see a man cry! Men do not normally cry, it must take something huge for them to show this side of emotion.
As he was hugging the clothes, something falls on the floor. A letter, it looks like a hand written letter
Osman opens it and reads it out loud, I sit next to him on the floor and listen.

Dear Osman,

I’m writing this letter to my son Osman. There are so many things I wanted to tell you, but never could.

I wanted to tell you how proud I am for the man you have become in your stay in Egypt. I wanted to tell you, how happy I was on the day of your birth. I wanted to tell you that I’m sorry if I ever criticized you, I knew no other way my son. I wish I have known different but I didn’t. You’re probably wondering why I’m writing this letter instead of talking to you. I’m writing this letter because I have Dementia, a disease killing my brain slowly. I’m making a habit of writing things down in case I have an episode of a mini stroke, and I forget. I hope I get to speak to you personally, but if I didn’t, it means I had an episode. 

I have also written this letter to clear a few misunderstanding you might come across. I have made a will leaving Shaimaa with everything, she is the owner of everything I own. I have done that in a moment of despair, when I thought you could waste all my hard work if you ever got your hands on the will. I have done that before I’ve seen the change in you son, so please forgive me. As soon as I come back to England I’ll sort it out Inshallah. You don’t know how proud I am of you son, please keep up the good work you have achieved on your stay here.


Your dad.

I just sit here speechless, not knowing any kind of words that could console a weeping Osman
He puts his hand on his head, and starts repeating
“How do you get over something like this? Can someone explain this to me? How can you get over someone like this?”

I could not think of any other story but this story__the story of Ammar Ibn Yasser (RAA). So I took his hands in mine and I recalled the story to him.

Ammar (RAA) was born in Mecca. While he was lucky to be free from childhood onwards, his parents had to endure the hardship of slavery.

Their first owner was a man named Abu Huzaifah, but upon his death they were later handed over to Abu Jahl, who was a leader of Mecca, but known to be cruel and a pagan idol-worshipper. He is notable in Islamic history for being a real enemy to the nascent Muslim group. Although Ammar and his parents were brought up in the time of pagan idolatry, Ammar was one of the first people of Mecca to accept Muhammad’s (pbuh) message of monotheism, known as Islam.

He became extremely devoted to Muhammad (pbuh) and was steadfast in trying to spread the message, at great cost to himself.The day Ammar accepted Islam, his father Yasir had a dream. He later told Ammar’s mother that he saw himself in a valley. On one side of the mountain it was split and fire ran accross the divide. On the other side of the fire was a garden where he saw Ammar and Sumaya.

They were calling to him, and in his dream, he crossed it. Sumaya interpreted it as extremely significant because Ammar had returned home that very day telling them the words of Muhammad (pbuh) and quoting parts of the Qur’an. Yassir and his wife decided to accept Muhammad’s message of Islam, saying it was a fulfillment of that dream. Ammar’s brother Abdullah also accepted Islam, which made them the first family of Mecca to do so. 

When the Meccans heard that they all accepted Islam, they were furious. Especially the tribe of Banu Makhzoum, the tribe that helped Yasir move into Mecca. The reason was because Islam was a threat to the entire way of life in Mecca. The Ka’aba was a place of over 300 idols, one for every day of the year. People from all over the Arab world came to worship there, turning Mecca into a major trading center, and the money flowing through it made the families there rich.

Abandoning all these idols and worshipping just One God in a class-less religion would shake their economy and whole way of life.

Abu Jahl was a cousin of the tribe, and he gathered the young people together to do something about this outrage. In spite of the refusal of the tribe’s elder, they plundered Yasir’s house, set fire to all their goods, and chained the whole family up. They were taken outside of Mecca to where slaves were punished and were beaten.

They were stretched accross the burning sun of the desert, and heavy blocks of stone were put on top of them. Their howls of pain could be heard in Mecca, to discourage anyone else from becoming Muslim or following Muhammad (pbuh).

Muhammad’s heart (pbuh) went out to Ammar and his family when he saw the pain that the idolatrous Meccans were inflicting on them. To ease this pain the Prophet would continuously say to them:

“Patience oh family of Yassir, for you are destined for Paradise.” (Sahih al-Tirmidhi, v5, p233)

Ammar grew up into a man watching his parents in misery. This naturally caused him a great deal of sorrow. There were times when Ammar would weep at the suffering of his parents. The Prophet (pbuh) would console him and pray for the family. One fateful day, Abu Jahl struck Sumaya a cruel blow and stabbed her to death, in front of her husband Yasir and her son Ammar. It was in this fashion that she became the first martyr of Islam, known as a “shaheed.”

Ammar himself did not escape punishment; he witnessed her die while he himself was being tortured and was once branded on the back. Abu Jahl returned and killed Yasir and Abdullah. Then Abu Jahl turned to Ammar, with his family dead, and tortured him until he forced Ammar under pain and duress to say horrible curses upon Muhammad (pbuh) and deny his faith in Islam.

Full of regret, he ran to Muhammad (pbuh) crying, telling him of what had happened and what he had said. Muhammad asked him if in his heart he meant anything they made him say. He said never, that in his heart he still believed in Allah even though they forced him to say otherwise. Muhammad (pbuh) comforted Ammar, and not only told him that God forgave him, but he told Ammar that if the disbelievers were to torture him again, he should again deny his faith in public. It is said that another verse from the Qur’an was immediately revealed in response to this:

Any one who, after accepting faith in God, utters Unbelief,- except under compulsion, his heart remaining firm in Faith – but such as open their breast to Unbelief, on them is Wrath from God, and theirs will be a dreadful Penalty.(16:106)

When other Muslims criticized Ammar, calling him a disbeliever, Muhammad (pbuh) replied “No, indeed Ammar is full of faith from head to toe.” 1 Other sayings include “Ammar is with the truth and truth is with Ammar. He turns wherever the truth turns”, and “Ammar is all faith”.

I finish recalling the story to him, and he seems to have calmed finally. He stays quiet for a few minutes before saying
“Will you help me get over this dark pain in my heart? Will you promise me that whenever I feel like I can’t take it anymore, you will be there to bring me back to reality?”
“Why do you want me to do that Osman?” I ask him gently.
“Because I love you. I have loved you for a very long time, but the time was never right” He finally says it
“I couldn’t be anywhere else” I reply tearfully.
“And can you promise me one more thing?” He asks sweetly.
“Anything” I reply.
“Can you let me be involved in my kids’ lives? Can you allow me to be there every step of the way? I wanna do the 4 O’clock feeding, and all. I wanna take them to the park, football practice and if Allah blesses us with a girl I want her to learn Martial arts so she can protect herself. Can you let me be involved in all that?” He asks with a big smile as he imagines his life with me
“I will hold you to that Inshallah” I answer him giggling

*5 years later*

He did all those things he promised me. He was there holding my hands, when I gave birth to our kids. Two boisterous boys, and one girl. He is more than a dad to them, always talking to them and teaching them.

Osman went back to study, after hearing the story of Ammar Ibn Yasser (RAA). He wanted to learn his deen properly, he wanted to feel the hardship our Prophet (SAW) went through to get Islam where it is. He also wanted to gain knowledge, so he can share this with the kids in his youth centre.

I went to the lawyers office and returned everything back to Osman. And he did not disappoint in transforming his dad’s once debt ridden business, into a flourishing one. He worked day and night introducing new ideas, expanding and it all paid off in the end.

Osman is helping kids who are in gangs, he works with the police by taking them in his youth centre and educating them about gang life. If a phone rings in the middle of the night and he is needed at a police station, he doesn’t hesitate to be there whatever time it is.

But life is not always easy. Sometimes I would wake up in the middle of the night, and I would see Osman covered in sweats having a flashback of what happened to him. I would patiently wait and wait until he is ready to come out of his shell, in his own time. But these nightmares are moving further and further away Alhamdulilah.

We also split our times between here and Egypt. We got the inheritance money, and my dad bought a house with all the necessary equipment to make his life easy Alahmdulilah. And tonight is a rare night I get to spend with my husband alone. He is taking me to a benefit concert organized by an Islamic charity in Aid of the draught in Africa. We have reserved a box, so we can properly enjoy it. The whole night is so beautiful, and when I catch my husband looking at me I know that he is saying I love you in his heart

A guy is about to give a speech, when something very interesting happens. He looks over at a box not far away form us, and he stumbles on his words. We all look over and see a beautiful girl dressed in the most amazing green Abaya.

We see her running off with an old lady going after her. The guy sees this, and he calls out through his microphone.

“Sister please wait, I need your wali’s number” But she does not stop.

I can just imagine what is going to happen next. Can you? 

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Feb 14, 2014

Short Story: The true love that lies within


My husband is an Engineer by profession, I love him for his steady nature, and I love the warm feeling when I lean against his broad shoulders.

Two years into marriage, I would have to admit that I am getting tired of it. The reasons of me loving him before, have now transformed into the cause of all my restlessness.

I am a sentimental woman and extremely sensitive when it comes to a relationship and my feelings, I yearn for the romantic moments, like a little girl yearning for candy. My husband is my complete opposite, his lack of sensitivity, and the inability of bringing romantic moments into our marriage has disheartened me about love.

One day, I finally decided to tell him my decision, that I wanted a divorce.

“Why?” he asked, shocked. “I am tired, there are no reasons for everything in the world!” I answered. He kept silent the whole night, seemed to be in deep thought with a lighted cigarette at all times. My feeling of disappointment only increased, here was a man who cannot even express his predicament, what else can I hope from him? And finally he asked me:” What can I do to change your mind?”

Somebody said it right, it is hard to change a person’s personality, and I guess, I have started losing faith in him. Looking deep into his eyes I slowly answered : “Here is the question, if you can answer and convince my heart, I will change my mind, Let’s say, I want a flower located on the face of a mountain cliff, and we both are sure that picking the flower will cause your death, will you do it for me?” He said "I will give you your answer tomorrow….” My hopes just sank by listening to his response.

I woke up the next morning to find him gone, and saw a piece of paper with his scratchy handwriting, underneath a milk glass, on the dining table near the front door, that goes…. "My dear, I would not pick that flower for you, but please allow me to explain the reasons further..” This first line was already breaking my heart. I continued reading.

“When you use the computer you always mess up the software programs, and you cry in front of the screen, I have to save my fingers so that I can help to restore the programs. You always leave the house keys behind, thus I have to save my legs to rush home to open the door for you. You love traveling but always lose your way in a new city, I have to save my eyes to show you the way. You always have the cramps whenever your 'good friend' approaches every month, I have to save my palms so that I can calm the cramps in your tummy.

You like to stay indoors, and I worry that you will be infected by infantile autism. I have to save my mouth to tell you jokes and stories to cure your boredom. You always stare at the computer, and that will do nothing good for your eyes, I have to save my eyes so that when we grow old, I can help to clip your nails, and help to remove those annoying white hairs. So I can also hold your hand while strolling down the beach, as you enjoy the sunshine and the beautiful sand… and tell you the colour of flowers, just like the colour of the glow on your young face… Thus, my dear, unless I am sure that there is someone who loves you more than I do… I could not pick that flower yet, and die.. ”

My tears fell on the letter, and blurred the ink of his handwriting… and as I continued reading… “Now, that you have finished reading my answer, if you are satisfied, please open the front door for I am standing outside bringing your favourite bread and fresh milk…" I rushed to pull open the door, and saw his anxious face, clutching tightly with his hands, the milk bottle and loaf of bread….

Now I am very sure that no one will ever love me as much as he does, and I have decided to leave the flower alone…

That is life, and love. When one is surrounded by love, the feeling of excitement fades away, and one tends to ignore the true love that lies in between the peace and dullness.

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Feb 12, 2014

Short Story: Am I with the right partner?


During a seminar, a woman asked," How do I know if I am with the right person?"

The author then noticed that there was a large man sitting next to her so he said, "It depends. Is that your partner?" In all seriousness, she answered "How do you know?" Let me answer this question because the chances are good that it is weighing on your mind replied the author.

Here is the answer.

Every relationship has a cycle… In the beginning; you fall in love with your partner. You anticipate their calls, want their touch, and like their idiosyncrasies. Falling in love was not hard. In fact, it was a completely natural and spontaneous experience. You did not have to DO anything. That is why it is called "falling" in love.

People in love sometimes say, "I was swept of my feet." Picture the expression. It implies that you were just standing there; doing nothing, and then something happened TO YOU.

Falling in love is a passive and spontaneous experience. But after a few months or years of being together, the euphoria of love fades. It is a natural cycle of EVERY relationship.

Slowly but surely, phone calls become a bother (if they come at all), touch is not always welcome (when it happens), and your spouse's idiosyncrasies, instead of being cute, drive you nuts. The symptoms of this stage vary with every relationship; you will notice a dramatic difference between the initial stage when you were in love and a much duller or even angry subsequent stage.

At this point, you and/or your partner might start asking, "Am I with the right person?" And as you reflect on the euphoria of the love you once had, you may begin to desire that experience with someone else. This is when relationships breakdown.

The key to succeeding in a relationship is not finding the right person; it is learning to love the person you found.

People blame their partners for their unhappiness and look outside for fulfillment. Extramarital fulfillment comes in all shapes and sizes.

Infidelity is the most common. But sometimes people turn to work, a hobby, friendship, excessive TV, or abusive substances. But the answer to this dilemma does NOT lie outside your relationship. It lies within it.

I am not saying that you could not fall in love with someone else. You could. And TEMPORARILY you would feel better. But you would be in the same situation a few years later.

Because (listen carefully to this):

The key to succeeding in a Relationship is not finding the right person; it is learning to love the person you found.

SUSTAINING love is not a passive or spontaneous experience. You have to work on it day in and day out. It takes time, effort, and energy. And most importantly, it demands WISDOM. You have to know WHAT TO DO to make it work. Make no mistake about it.

Love is NOT a mystery. There are specific things you can do (with or without your partner), Just as there are physical laws of the universe (such as gravity), there are also laws for relationships. If you know how to apply these laws, the results are predictable.

Love is therefore a "decision". Not just a feeling.

Remember this always: God determines who walks into your life. It is up to you to decide who you let walk away, who you let stay, and who you refuse to let GO..

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Feb 10, 2014

Short Story - Pray on time!


He remembered his grandmother's warning about praying on time:

'My son, you shouldn't leave prayer to this late time'. His grandmother's age was 70 but, whenever she heard the Adhan, she got up like an arrow and performed Salah.

He, however could never win over his ego to get up and pray. Whatever he did, his Salah was always the last to be offered and he prayed it quickly to get it in on time. Thinking of this, he got up and realized that there were only 15 minutes left before Salat-ul Isha. He quickly made Wudhu and performed Salat-ul Maghrib.

While making Tasbih, he again remembered his grandmother and was embarrassed by how he had prayed. His grandmother prayed with such tranquility and peace.

He began making Dua and went down to make Sajdah and stayed like that for a while. He had been at work all day and was tired, very tired. He awoke abruptly to the sound of noise and shouting.

He was sweating profusely. He looked around. It was very crowded. Every direction he looked in was filled with people. Some stood frozen looking around, some were running left and right and some were on their knees with their heads in their hands just waiting. Pure fear and apprehension filled him as he realized where he was. His heart was about to burst.

It was the Day of Judgment.

When he was alive, he had heard many things about the questioning on the Day of Judgment, but that seemed so long ago. Could this be something his mind made up?

No, the wait and the fear were so great that he could not have imagined this. The interrogation was still going on. He began moving frantically from people to people to ask if his name had been called. No one could answer him. All of a sudden his name was called and the crowd split into two and made a passageway for him.

Two angels grabbed his arms and led him forward. He walked with unknowing eyes through the crowd. The angels brought him to the centre and left him there. His head was bent down and his whole life was passing in front of his eyes like a movie. He opened his eyes but saw only another world. The people were all helping others. He saw his father running from one lecture to the other, spending his wealth in the way of Islam. His mother invited guests to their house and one table was being set while the other was being cleared. He pleaded his case, 'I too was always on this path. I helped others. I spread the word of Allah. I performed my Salah. I fasted in the month of Ramadhan.'

'Whatever Allah ordered us to do, I did.'
'Whatever he ordered us not to do, I did not.'

He began to cry and think about how much he loved Allah. He knew that whatever he had done in life would be less than what Allah deserved and his only protector was Allah. He was sweating like never before and was shaking all over. His eyes were fixed on the scale, waiting for the final decision.

At last, the decision was made.

The two angels with sheets of paper in their hands, turned to the crowd. His legs felt like they were going to collapse. He closed his eyes as they began to read the names of those people who were to enter Jahannam.

His name was read first.

He fell on his knees and yelled that this could not be, 'How could I go to Jahannam? I served others all my life, I spread the word of Allah to others.' His eyes had become blurry and he was shaking with sweat. The two angels took him by the arms. As his feet dragged, they went through the crowd and advanced toward the blazing flames of Jahannam. He was yelling and wondered if there was any person who was going to help him. He was yelling of all the good deeds he had done, how he had helped his father, his fasts, prayers, the Noble Qur'an that he read, he was asking if none of them would help him.

The Jahannam angels continued to drag him.

They had gotten closer to the Hellfire. He looked back and these were his last pleas. Had not Rasulullah [SAW] said, 'How clean would a person be who bathes in a river five times a day, so too does the Salah performed five times cleanse someone of their sins?'

He began yelling, 'My prayers? My prayers? My prayers?'

The two angels did not stop, and they came to the edge of the abyss of Jahannam. The flames of the fire were burning his face. He looked back one last time, but his eyes were dry of hope and he had nothing left in him.

One of the angels pushed him in. He found himself in the air and falling towards the flames. He had just fallen five or six feet when a hand grabbed him by the arm and pulled him back. He lifted his head and saw an old man with a long white beard. He wiped some dust off himself and asked him,

'Who are you?'

The old man replied, 'I am your prayers.'

'Why are you so late?! I was almost in the fire! You rescued me at the last minute before I fell in.' The old man smiled and shook his head, 'You always performed me at the last minute, did you forget?'

At that instant, he blinked and lifted his head from Sajdah. He was in a sweat. He listened to the voices coming from outside. He heard the Adhan for Salat-ul Isha. He got up quickly and went to perform Wudhu.

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Feb 7, 2014

Luqman’s Advice to His Son Part 1

By Shazia Arif


The relationship between a father and a son is a delicate and beautiful one. It is the closest and beloved bond two people can have. In this relationship, it is crucial that both parties understand each other and build a friendship; we see a perfect example of this kind of bond presented to us in the Qur’an through the story of Luqman and his son.

Who was Luqman?

Majority of the scholars are of the opinion that he was not a prophet, rather a righteous man whom Allah subhana wa ta'ala had given wisdom to, with the wisdom given to him, he advises his son about different matters in life with love, passion and affection.

And We had certainly given Luqman wisdom...” (Luqman:12)

Yahya bin Sa`id Al-Ansari narrated from Sa`id bin Al-Musayyib that, "Luqman was from the black peoples of (southern) Egypt, and had thick lips. Allah gave him wisdom but withheld prophethood from him.''

Al-`Awza`i said, "`Abdur-Rahman bin Harmalah told me; `A black man came to Sa`id bin Al-Musayyib to ask him a question, and Sa`id bin Al-Musayyib said to him: "Do not be upset because you are black, for among the best of people were three who were black: Bilal, Mahja` the freed slave of `Umar bin Al-Khattab, and Luqman the Wise, who was a black Nubian with thick lips.''

Ibn Jarir recorded that Khalid Ar-Raba`i said: "Luqman was an Ethiopian slave who was a carpenter. His master said to him, `Slaughter this sheep for us,' so he slaughtered it.  His master said: `Bring the best two pieces from it,' so he brought out the tongue and the heart.  Then time passed, as much as Allah willed, and his master said: `Slaughter this sheep for us,' so he slaughtered it.  His master said, `Bring the worst two morsels from it,' so he brought out the tongue and the heart.  His master said to him, `I told you to bring out the best two pieces, and you brought these, then I told you to bring out the worst two pieces, and you brought these!'  Luqman said, `There is nothing better than these if they are good, and there is nothing worse than these if they are bad.' ''  [Taken from Tafsir Ibn Kathir]

What was his advice?

- Advice against greatest injustice; shirk
- Rights of Parents
- Describing Allah subhana wa ta'ala’s Might
- Establish Prayer
- Enjoin good and forbid evil
- Patience in implementing the commands
- Against pride/arrogance
- Be moderate in attitude
- Moderate in walking
- Against harsh voice

Advice #1

And [mention, O Muhammad], when Luqman said to his son while he was instructing him, 
"O my son, do not associate [anything] with Allah . Indeed, association [with him] is great injustice." ” (Luqman: 13)

The greatest injustice a person can do is shirk (associating partners with Allah subhana wa ta'ala) Why is this the greatest injustice? We can understand this through an example: you put a lot of effort into making a cake for your mother, and once you give it to her, instead of praising you, she ends up praising your sister who had no hand in making the cake. Similar is shirk, Allah subhana wa ta'ala made us, blessed us, but what have people done? They are showing their love, gratitude, and are praying to those beings that had nothing to do with any favours we’ve been blessed with.

So the first advice Luqman gives is of shirk. This is because it is the only sin that cannot be forgiven, and is the worst of the worst. We can see the care in the way Luqman advises his son, he delivers such a heavy message to his son in a light but understanding manner.  Luqman’s way of addressing his son helped with conveying the message.

We Learn

- The severity of shirk - The importance of staying away from shirk
- How to convey an important message
- How to advise your child
- The type of relation parents should have with their children
- Since Luqman’s advice is preserved in the Qur’an, we should benefit from it and teach our own children

Look out for the next advice coming soon!

Post other lessons you may have learnt below, and your comments are always welcome :)

Feb 5, 2014

5 Tips for Raising Pious Kids

by Sabina Giado


Allah Subhaana Wa Ta’aala chooses to bless us with children. These blessings also come with new sources of anxiety.

Allah Subhaana Wa Ta’aala has always made clear that our children are one of our most important responsibilities.

The Prophet (sal Allaahu alayhi wasallam) said: “Each of you is a shepherd and is responsible for his flock. The ruler is a shepherd and is responsible for his flock. The man is the shepherd of his family and is responsible for his flock. The woman is the shepherd of her husband’s household and is responsible for her flock.” (Narrated by al-Bukhaari, 2409; Muslim, 1829)

The above Hadith clearly states that the man is the ‘shepherd’ of his family. The role of the shepherd is to guide his flock to greater pastures and protect it from the evils of predators. The woman, being ‘shepherd’ of her household is in charge not just of the physical upkeep of the house i.e. cooking, cleaning, laundry, etc., but also the energy in the household. Is there an Islamic environment in the home? Are there Halal entertainment outlets available? Do the children get enough exercise and fruits and vegetables? Is there enough family time?

However, as big a responsibility as this is, Allah Subhaana Wa Ta’aala has given a clear pathway to raising good children.

1. Make constant du’a for their guidance

One of the most potent du’as in the Noble Qur’an for families is:

And those who say, “Our Lord, grant us from among our wives and offspring comfort to our eyes and make us an example for the righteous.” (25,74) 

Insha Allah, if you ask Allah subhaana wa ta’aala for help, He will respond as He is Al Mujeeb (The Responder).

2. Move to good neighbourhoods with good Islamic schools 

The importance of an Islamic environment cannot be overstated. At a young age, children are likely to learn by imitation. If they see their teachers and other authority figures behaving with good character and practising their Deen, they are likely to have a favourable view of their faith and aim to emulate these adults when they grow up. However, if there is a clash between the principles practised at home and in school, the youngster is likely to grow up confused or even hating Islam, especially if he or she sees powerful figures maintaining their power through corrupt practices. 

3. Be involved in their education

As we all know, debates are raging across schools both in the East and the West about sex education. However, this is not the only topic of contention that a Muslim child might come across in school. Issues of race, gender and politics often result in heated debate in high school classrooms. If the teenager or pre-teen perceives their parents as sounding boards, they will be able to further discuss these issues. The parents will be able to consult Islamic sources and give a good summary of the Islamic view on gender and race equality. InshaAllah, our children will see from an early age that Islam was light years ahead of the West when it came to the emancipation of women and people of colour.

However, if we leave our kids to wade around in these sticky issues alone, they are likely to form their own conclusions from perhaps unscrupulous sources. It is better to guide our kids to the correct sources, which we have found during our own experience researching these issues.

This leads to another important point.

4. Be friends with your kids

Mashallah, children are born pure. More often than not, they can recognize fitnah (temptation or corruption) when they see it. However, they may not have the tools to deal with this fitnah. 

InshaAllah, they should be able to approach us with their misgivings and ask us how they should avoid temptation. If we treat them with disdain and judge them, we are heaping pain upon pain and making children feel worse than they already do. They are unlikely to ever be open with us again. However, if we are open with them, perhaps even sharing our own struggles, we might empower them with a toolbox for warding off Shaitan and his cronies.

5. Be righteous people

Children learn by imitation. If we practise our Deen and keep our hearts clean from diseases such as arrogance, stubbornness, anger, and stinginess, our children insha Allah will follow us on this path.

My dear sisters, please note that I am not a mother myself. I only hope that when my time comes, I can do the best I can with what I know inshaAllah. Any good in this article is from Allah Subhaana Wa Ta’aala and any harm is from Shaitan ar Rajeem. I sincerely pray for our Ummah’s forgiveness and guidance Ameen.

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Question 132214; Islam Q&A: http://islamqa.info/en/ref/132214/kids

Feb 3, 2014

Virtues of Pregnancy in Islam - PART 2

by Umm Amal

Part 1


Previously, we explored three virtues of bearing a child in Islam. Here, we continue to discuss this topic.

4. Educating and Raising your Child - A Goldmine of Good Deeds 

There is unimaginable virtue and reward in teaching and raising your child.

Insha’Allah, every good deed you teach your child and he/she does, you will be rewarded for those righteous actions (e.g. if you taught your child about praying duha, or to fast Mondays and Thursdays, and they do these actions, you will be rewarded for teaching them insha’Allah). Now imagine they teach their children, and those children teach their children, and so on. Insha’Allah you will have left behind knowledge and good deeds to run through your lineage, accumulating a great deal of reward, which no one knows except Allah subhaanahu wa ta’ala.

Think about it: If you teach just one child (or commission a teacher to teach your child) Arabic and tajweed, you could have an entire lineage and future generations giving you good deeds bi’ithnillahi ta’ala. This is not taking into account the good deeds accumulated through seeking knowledge and learning the Qur’an yourself.

How so? Insha’Allah you and your children would teach their future children and maybe other students. They would then teach their children, who would teach their children, and so on insha’Allah. For every person in your lineage and your student’s future lineage, you could get reward for every letter of the Qur’an they recite insha’Allah.

The Prophet sal Allaahu alayhi wasallam said, “Whoever recites a letter from the Book of Allah, he will be credited with a good deed, and a good deed gets a ten-fold reward. I do not say that Alif-Lam-Mim is one letter, but Alif is a letter, Lam is a letter and Mim is a letter.” (At-Tirmidhi)

Just trying to enumerate the potential reward will send your mind spinning! Allah is so Merciful (Ar-Raheem) and Generous (Al-Kareem).

5. Nurturing the Next Generation of Muslims to do Great Things 

You can raise a righteous child who will contribute to the ummah and leave a great legacy behind, insha’Allah. Imagine your child grows up to be an Islamic scholar, opens hospitals to care for the sick, strives to care for the widows and orphans, builds masajid across the country, or does something else that is beneficial to the ummah or humanity.

Subhan Allah, the Muslim woman has been given such an important role in raising the next generation of Muslims who testify Laa ilaaha ill-Allah wa Muhammadur-Rasulullah!

At the same time, our whole sense of identity and purpose in life should not be to have children, to the extent that one feels purposeless without children or forgets about Allah subhanahu wa ta’ala and becomes heedless due to their children. Allah subhaanahu wa ta’ala grants whomever He wills children, and makes whomever He wills barren and that is out of His Divine Knowledge, Wisdom, and Decree. A’ishah and other Sahaabiyaat (may Allah be pleased with all of them) were not able to bear children, but they showed amazing piety and benefited themselves with other good deeds (teaching, charity, hospitality, good character, etc.). The Muslimah should not abandon making du’a for a child. If one is unable to give birth, there are still many avenues to gain tremendous reward and reach high levels of piety. This time can be used to worship Allah subhanahu wa ta’ala, learn/teach the Qur’an, serve your husband/parents/family, and benefit the ummah and humanity insha’Allah.

In conclusion, there is so much good and reward that can come about by having a child (or more children). For this reason, I have even heard that if a Muslimah pursues higher education (in addition to learning about Islam of course), that she studies something such as childcare or education. There is a reason why the majority of nurses, childcare workers, caretakers for the elderly are women – maasha’Allah. Women have a caring, merciful, loving nature that is suited to raising and nurturing children.We need to learn/ask/reflect: is pursuing a career in Corporate America and attaining a plethora of titles by way of missing out on the virtues of pregnancy and having strong, pious children truly beneficial or a profitable exchange? It is a lifetime mission to continually align our plans with that which is pleasing to Allah subhaanahu wa ta’ala – we ought to try and keep our principle focus and priority set on that which will accumulate more good deeds and reward in the dunya and Hereafter bi’ithnillah.

May Allah guide, bless, and protect all the Muslims. Ameen.

I'd love to hear your views on this topic. Please post comments in the section below! 

For more reading: 
Virtues: http://islamqa.info/en/ref/161204
Expecting Parents: http://muslimmatters.org/2010/05/17/the-family-way-ten-tips-for-expecting-muslims/
Blog on Muslim Motherhood on a variety of topics: http://worldofumm.blogspot.co.uk/
Educating children: www.raisingsahabas.wordpress.com

Feb 2, 2014


By Alawiya Abdalla


*First day of Eid*

I am soooo sad that Ramadan finished I wanna cry so badly, actually I did cry when I was praying Taraweh last night
I cried because I did not want it to end, I did not want the amazing feeling of utter and total submission to go away. I have this fear that after Ramadan I will not be as much religious! I am not scared that I will go back to how I was before, I am just worried that I will not be as focused

Life before this was so blurry, my life was about getting wasted and being high on cannabis! What a waste I feel like I was in a deep coma, and someone suddenly threw cold water at my face to wake me up. You know the feeling of sudden cold water in your face? That is how I am feeling at the moment. Wide awake and alert, I am never going back to that again Inshallah as long as I shall live.
I have to say, uncle Mohamed really helped me all through the month of Ramadan. If it was not for his guidance and patience, I would not have changed this much
And I really understand what the poor man has to go through, just to get to the Mosque. I was carrying him up and down the stairs with Hossam all through Ramadan, because I did not want him to miss the Taraweh prayer
Even though he kept insisting that he can pray by himself at home, I just could not deny him that feeling of being in a Mosque praying with your brothers in Islam.
But like all good things, Ramadan came to an end.

Today is the first day of Eid, and you can hear the Eid prayer from the Mosque waking you up in such a good mood. Subhanallah, how beautiful is it to hear the Azan from right outside your house
I do not want to leave ever! But I have to. I have to go back and face the reality, I have to surrender myself to the police otherwise Kevin will haunt me forever
But right now, I will enjoy my first Eid in Egypt I have to say the fake bombs that the kids use around here are soo cute.
Well, it is not cute when you are a tourist and you have no clue that they are fake, and you RUN FOR YOUR LIFE the first time someone uses it next to you
That was quite scary but once you get the hang of it, it is fun. Actually I bought some for me and Shaimaa, and she is a TOTAL pro whereas I am a total amateur

You see, you have to blow on this piece of paper and then throw it on the floor and it explodes. Sounds so dangerous I know, but it is quite harmless fun for the kids AND the adults
Anyway, I kept blowing on it and it did not explode!! And does Shaimaa give me a chance to go fetch it and try again? Umm NO! The girl is brutal

But she’s MY brutal wife and I could not be prouder. Maskeena (poor girl) she worked so hard during Ramadan, cooking, cleaning and waking us all for Suhur! She must be exhausted
Everytime I tried to help her, her mum would fuss and fuss until I sat down she does not believe in men helping in the kitchen

Inshallah when the time comes and we get our own place, I will help Shaimaa with everything I can

Watching her mischievously throwing the fake bombs towards me, makes my heart flutter with joy. My feelings for her are far beyond the feelings of desire, or anything physical. I guess this is what they call love, I have never loved anyone but myself before.
Now I understand that it is OK to be vulnerable, dependant and needful to fall in love. And to top all of those feelings, I understand that you can never truly love someone unless you love Allah (SWT) and the Prophet (SAAW) more than that person. And who will better understand that than my Shaimaa

I really wanna tell her that I love her, but I do not know what is waiting for me back in England
What if I have to spend time in jail? I would not want to make her wait for me! That is just too mean. Why should she have to live with some criminal like me?
But if I somehow miraculously escape this with a suspended sentence, then I will confess my love to her Inshallah.
We will leave for England the day after tomorrow, and I feel a heavy tug on my heart I wish I could stay here and forget about it all.
It is not that I hate England, I love England. It is just I hate not knowing what is waiting for me
Have you ever done something and wished for it to go away, only to be faced with the reality that it IS real, so alive and kicking?

*England on a rainy and wet day*

We are in the car on the way back to our house. It feels like ages ago since I first came here! I could tell that we landed in England from the smell of fresh air
I am going to miss Egypt so much Walahi it was so hard leaving my parents for the second time

I do not even know why am I here? My dad knows, so I could have just stayed right there with them! Just like Fifi stayed!
Well, she wanted to buy loads of things before she catches the next flight tomorrow Inshallah. Everyone changed on this visit, Osman changing the most
But I have to say, Fifi loosened up a bit and even helped my mum in the kitchen showing her how to make Sambusa (Pastry stuffed with spicy mince meat or vegetables)
She relaxed for the first time since I have known her, and I saw her laughing and smiling all through Ramadan

So why am I here?? I have no clue why I came back
I have come to know that Osman is not very tactful with words He is very straightforward kind of guy, he says what he feels with no sugar coated words.
With Osman there would be no poetry, melodic songs playing at the back while he says what he feels. You can instantly tell how he feels from his eyes, and right now all I see is confusion and fear.

I can also see that he cares for me somehow, I have never been in love before or gone out on dates with guys. I cannot tell if the look in his eyes are the look of love, or just admiration for me!
I just had this powerful feeling that I should come back here in England, I cannot explain where this feeling came from but it is there with such full force that it is scaring me!
Maybe it is the way Osman has been acting. On the day we were packing our clothes to come here, he was visibly concerned and shifty

I tried to get him to talk to me, and for the first time since I have known him I failed. I have a feeling that whatever problem he is in, it is bigger than he can carry
I hope he can open up to me about it, I know from experience how hiding things can be so destructive to the soul!
I do not know why at this moment outside my uncle’s house, I remember the dream I had when I did Istikhara the first time Osman proposed
The dream where my grandmother took my hand, and pointed towards Osman’s wounded body saying
“This is your husband Shaimaa”
I feel my heart sink, and then I recite Ayatul Kursi to calm my nerves

I thank Allah from the bottom of my heart for giving me a chance in life to make it up to my brother. I cannot believe that I have wasted years and years being arrogant, I have wasted so many years channelling my need to reach out to my brother into making money to cover the emptiness in my soul.

Subhanallah, I feel like my warring soul has finally subsided. I was always in war with myself over the situation with my brother, but I always used to reason with my behaviour.
But Alhamdulilah, that is all in the past now Not only this blessed trip changed my son completely, it is also made me and my wife closer than ever.

She was much more relaxed and loving in Egypt, I have finally seen that she has a heart after all. She was so sweet and tending to me as a wife, and not the arrogant woman I married.
I guess she felt a little jealousy, seeing Sarah’s love towards my brother. I do not care about her Niyah (intentions) I am beyond happy at the turn of events in my life.
Not only did Fifi change, my son Osman changed beyond recognition as well

The change was more spiritually visible than physically. Yes he grew a beard, and started wearing the Islamic clothing for men but he was more kind than usual.
Simple acts like kissing my hands, made my heart so proud of my flesh and blood Simple acts like bringing me warm water to wash my hands after breaking my fast, made me want to cry.
My arrogant son is completely replaced by this dashing handsome Muslim man, and I could not be prouder
The mini strokes were a constant presence during my stay in Egypt, I felt memories slipping from my mind constantly. But I could care less about that, I have my family back and that was all that mattered.

My accountant called me from England one day, to inform me that there was a sudden increase in the revenue. Apparently, Shaimaa and Osman did an interview with the reporters and people became interested and they started visiting the shop in Central London!
And that is another beautiful thing that is making my life bearable at the moment, the cute unspoken love story story between my son and Shaimaa is endearing to watch

Everyone could see it, but non of us wanted to point it out and put pressure on them.
Ya Allah, I feel like my life has completed. As soon as I touch down in London, I am changing the will back, because now my son has turned into a man and someone you can rely on.
Alhamdulilah for everything you made me gain during my stay in Egypt Ya Allah I truly am the happiest man alive at this moment in time.

We just entered our house, and it looked like a right state
It looked like someone was living here!!! My heart starts pounding really fast as I start to absorb what this means!
There is no other meaning to this! I have to get Shaimaa and my dad out of here as fast as I can.
“Ya Illahi! What happened here?? it looks like we got robbed!” Says my dad panically.
“No uncle, it looks like someone was LIVING here!” Remarked Shaimaa with an equally panicky tone to her voice.
“Guys please I don’t have time to explain, but we need to get out of here FAST” I say it grabbing them both by the hands to get them out
“Aren’t you gonna introduce us Ozzy” Comes Kevin’s voice loud and clear from the top of the stairs

I turn around, and I spot him and Amber. And I also see a shiny thing on his hand, as come closer I realize that he is carrying a gun
“Kevin, please they have nothing to do with this. Let them go, we’ll deal with this between us” I ask him calmly as I think that any sudden movements will rile him up.
“So you thought you could go to Egypt for a month and escape us? And wait to go guys for not hiring security to guard this place. You made our stay very easy and accessible” He says it with a eery smile, looking at Shaimaa and my dad

“Osman, what is going on here??” Asks my dad fear showing in his tired eyes.
“Your precious son here owes me money, he left without repaying it and he knows what the penalty is. Right Ozzy?” He asks pointing the gun to my head.
“Dad I was gonna tell you I swear, I was gonna give myself up to the police. I killed someone dad, and Kevin has been blackmailing me” I tell him the truth, and I look at Shaimaa’s scared eyes.
Oh Ya Allah, please do not let harm fall upon my family I pray secretly.

“Don’t kill him please Kevin. Kill that one, and his dad” Pleads Amber.
“NO! KILL ME! I DESERVE IT! NOT MY DAD OR MY WIFE PLEASE” My voice rises as the reality of things are crystal clear infront of me.
“That can be arranged” Says a deep voice coming from the kitchen!! A third person is here??
He makes his way to the living room, and as he approaches I recognize him immediately.

“JOHN??” I ask my eyes growing wide from the shock of it all
“You thought you killed me innit sissy boy? Well, you were wrong! And now I’m here to get revenge” He spits every word in fury.

Now I have two guns pointed to my head, and I am left with nothing but saying my Shahada

“No don’t! I mean it guys. Do not kill Ozzy! I love him” Says Amber while forming a human shield in front of me.
“MOVE AMBER! He didn’t even care when you lied and told him you’re pregnant! Do you think he cares about you?” Shouts Kevin angrily.
She lied?? She was not pregnant in the first place?? And here I was worrying for no reason!!!
Anything they were gonna do to me stopped, as my dad slumped on the sofa.

“Wawe (Dad)!! What’s wrong?” I ask fear gripping me as I see half of his face fallen and drooping
“He’s having a stroke! Please call an ambulance” Says Shaimaa tears dropping from her eyes.
“He’s lying” Says Kevin pointing the gun to my dad.
“He’s not I swear! Can’t you see him??” I try to reason with him.

He does not get the chance to reply as we hear a loud bang echoing through the whole house!!!
My brain does not register the fact that John just put a bullet in my dad’s head

“NOOOO DAAAAADDDDDDD” I throw myself at his body, clutching him with feelings of despair, shock and devastation engulfing my whole being
“NO ONE TELLS ME WHAT TO DO ANYMORE” Says John pointing the gun back at me with manic eyes.

Amber takes his hand and tries to wrestle the gun off his hand, but he is stronger and he bends the gun towards her stomach and shoots!
She falls limply on the floor, and this enrages Kevin who fires a bullet towards John.
John clutches his wounded belly, and looks at Kevin not believing that he sot him before he falls to the ground next to Amber.
I just sit there scared to death, and shaking from the sights of the dead bodies all around me
I look over at Shaimaa, and I see her hugging her legs shaking like a leaf. I try and go over to comfort her, but Kevin beats me to it.

“This is all YOUR FAULT!” He rages at Shaimaa “You came here and changed this idiot and now look what you made me do?”
“You’re going to pay for this” He says it aiming the gun at her.
I will not let him harm her! So I throw myself infront of her taking the full blunt of the bullet
All I hear is Shaimaa’s screams, and I start to feel intense pain rippling through my whole body. All I do is stare at the ceiling, as I feel like if I moved something will explode inside me.
Another shot is fired towards Kevin this time, coming from Amber before she slumps on the floor one last time. And they all lay limply on the floor, lifeless bodies and the stench of blood filling the entire room.
Osman felt Shaimaa hands on his head, as she propped him up to her knee. She took off her Niqab and put it on his stomach to stop the bleeding.

And at that moment he wanted to tell her loved her, he wanted to tell her how beautiful she is from the inside and out. But he said his Shahada instead, he said it before giving in to sleep despite Shaimaa’s pleas not to close his eyes

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