24#[THE DIARY OF A SINNER- Season 2]

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Habibi Sadeekun… (Beloved Friend)

Umi and Abbu decided to stay for at least 3 days before going back home. I was so relieved because this will give me some time to catch up with them once my problems are sorted out.

Throughout the whole “get-together” today, Ahmed, Asghar and I were all in a different world. In order for you to understand why… let me go back to last night…

Finding that charger was like looking for a needle in a haystack!

It took three hours to find, and another three whole hours for it to charge! Technology, whoever said it made life simpler clearly never had their life dangling in Ahmed’s hands.

I dreamt about Aneesa last night. I’m just as shocked as you are Sadeekun! My mind must’ve really been messed-up to conjure such beautiful images of her. She was wearing a flowing white dress with green embellishments. There was an unusual sense of warmth about her. Something so inviting that I found myself mesmerized just by the way her tresses flowed… I woke up screaming when a strange voice announced, “This shall be the Queen of your heart.”

Queen of my heart?! Muhuhaha… more like Queen of farts.

What a nightmare! I wiped a thread of sweat from my brow, read and spat to my left (repeatedly)!

—————- Battery Full —————-

Back to the camcorder.

I stared at the blank screen, hoping that it would solve all of my unanswered questions…

Asghar placed his hand on my shoulder. Knowing that I had his support felt good Sadeekun. He reminds me of you, I know that my secrets are safe with him.

We watched the screen as Zubair handed Ahmed his camcorder and walked towards me with a slight bounce. He whistled and then did a flamboyant wink. “You must be thirsty baby,” he insisted. Huh?!?! BABY???

Asghar and Ahmed rolled over each other with laughter. “Why on earth would he call you “BABY” Sayf????” Ahmed chirped. “Unless there’s something you’re hiding from us…”, Asghar echoed and instantly pulled his hand off my shoulder. “He hasn’t called either of us baby and we know him longer than you!”, they howled in unison.

I didn’t have a response, my blood was boiling. “I’m STRAIGHT!”, I declared and ordered them to continue staring at the screen.

As he approached me on the screen, I buried my head in my hands. I couldn’t bear to watch anymore Sadeekun. “Ooooh, they gonna pull a bolly move and run into each other’s arms in slow motion”, Ahmed teased.

“…Surely Allah is with the patient ones [Qur’an 2:153]”, I convinced myself not to send Ahmed flying through his room window.

“WAIT!” Asghar’s voice was high-pitched and cold. He sounded as if he’d been bitten by the bearer of bad news. “REWIND NOW!”, he yelled. “Look Sayfullah, Look! You grabbed the glass of water from Zubair’s hand while he was talking to this girl.” (She was dressed decently, I knew that she had to be Muslim)

“So thaaaaat’s who he was calling baby,” Ahmed professed with a loud sigh.

His intention was to drug and probably date-rape that poor girl. I really did feel sorry for her… Imagine if I didn’t grab the glass out of his hand with sheer thirst as an excuse…

She would’ve probably awoken the next morning lying on one of the alley corners, battered and bruised. Marks with no memory… Just the thought of it made me want to rip his head off!

“Let me zoom in,” Ahmed insisted. “I know all the girls on campus and this girl clearly needs to be warned.” He did an optical zoom trick and the faces were enlarged, but her back was facing the camera. “Turn, turn, turn around!”, I urged as if she could hear me.

Ahmed was just about to switch it off. I was reading to keep myself calm so didn’t really pay attention to what was happening. After a few seconds, all I heard was an enormous scowl which sent shivers down my spine. Ahmed and I looked at each other in confusion and then stared at Asghar blankly. “You’re okay bro?”, I fumbled, neither of us knew what to expect. “Get some water, maybe he’s choking!”, Ahmed’s eyes beamed with concern.

Asghar gasped and jumped out of his seat! “Look at her hand!!! That watch with the attached bracelet, that’s, that’s…”

[To Be Continued In Season 3]


>>> OOpSiE, LooKS LiKe SAyFuLLah’s PeN JuSt Ran out OF InK! We”lL jUSt HAvE To WaiT UNTiL NeXt SeaSon tO Find OuT WhO tHe mYStEry GiRL IS…

Lessons Learnt From This Season:

Asghar isn’t a drug dealer after all… This teaches us to never judge a book by its cover. No matter how convinced you may be about someone’s involvement in something wrong, remember to attain solid proof before you render an accusation valid. Always give another person the benefit of the doubt… we’re only human after all. Know that today’s sinner can become tomorrow’s Saint through the Grace of The Almighty.


Abu Qatada (Radi’Allahu anhu) reported Allah’s Messenger (Sall’Allahu alaihi wa sallam) as saying: A good vision is from Allah and a bad dream (hulm) is from the satan; so if one of you sees anything (in a dream) which he dislikes, he should spit on his left side thrice and seek refuge with Allah from its evil, and then it will never harm him. Abu Salama (Radi’Allahu anhu) said: I used to see dreams weighing more heavily upon me than a mountain; but since I heard this hadith I don’t care for it (its burden).[Sahih Muslim ~ Book #029, Hadith #5616]

Rasulullah (SallAllahu Alaihi Wa Sallam) said: “When a man says something, then glances left or right, his words are a confidence to be kept.” [Hasan hadith. Tirmidhi]

“Whenever people meet, it is obligatory to keep secret any act that occurs, any word spoken, or any state attributable to someone, when these concern something one would normally wish to remain confidential.” [al-Durar al-Mubaha fi al-Hazr al-Ibaha, quoted in “Reliance of the Traveller” by Ahmad ibn Naqib al-Misri]

UntIl ThE NeXt SeAsoN oF SAyFuLlAh’S DIAry<<<


3 thoughts on “24#[THE DIARY OF A SINNER- Season 2]

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