21#[THE DIARY OF A SINNER – Season 4]

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Habibi Sadeekun… (Beloved Friend)

I’m speechless, so totally speechless, she’s so beautiful, even more than the first time i laid eyes on her. I feel like I can’t breath when I look at her, and everything becomes a blur. It made every pothole on the journey here worth it!

I hadn’t slept much at all last night. I kept tossing and turning, trying to picture how this whole official proposal thing would play out. If it was going to go anything like it did with Naseerah, Umi would totally blow it.

Eventually I fell asleep around 2am but had to be up at 3:30. Surprisingly I woke up energised, refreshed and ready to go.

I tell you Sadeekun, meeting the future father-in-law makes you so nervous that you scrub places you never knew you had You know, just in case he checks! After a good scrub down, I changed into my gym clothes, read Salaah, then packed the car.

Maami was up bright and early, giving Umi a hand in the kitchen. They even packed padkos, as South Africans would call it. We had a small meal and before we knew it, our journey had begun.

Abbu and I took turns to drive. The last time I made this drive I was completely exhausted!

To my surprise, I recieved a call from Nusaybah’s number. It was her Dad. He wanted an update on where we were and asked if we were ok.

I told him the same thing I told Maami this morning when she told me to update her every hour. “I don’t know where I am more than half the time because these are unfamiliar side-roads, and it’ll be my turn to drive soon so I won’t be able to answer my phone. BUT… my BBM and Facebook status will automatically update with the name of the place I’m in, using satellite every time I check-in. So I think that’d be easier, cheaper and more accurate to follow.”, I said, hoping not to sound like a jerk.

“I don’t know how all that works but I’ll give the phone to Nusaybah to check, but just message now and then to say that you’ll are ok. Ok?”, he told me. It was cool of him to be so concerned. Umi didn’t think so though. “I’M telling you from witnessing it first hand that he’s only asking so that he can know our where-abouts and feel like he has everything under control.”, she said.

The heat was probably getting to Umi, making her all grouchy. I knew I had to say something about her negativity but I thought I’d address it at a later stage when she’s in a better mood.

The roads were long and straight with brown grass fields on either side. It felt like we had been driving but not going anywhere because we were seeing the same road and grass for hours!

Abbu looked at the time and realised it would soon be Zuhur time. He instructed me to stop in the next town we pass. We didn’t need to ask for directions to the Masjid, we just drove towards the big green dome. The town looked small yet homely.

After Salaah the Muazzin came to us and said he hadn’t seen us around there before. When we told him we were travelers, he immediately ordered that we be brought food. I had never recieved such treatment before Sadeekun. “We hardly ever get any visitors. We feel honoured to have you.”, he said to us. Believe it or not, he even got his wife to pack food for the reast of our journey after we told him where we were headed. I was shocked and stunned at their hospitality Sadeekun. He walked us to the car and made Dua for us before we left. It’s rare to see anyone be like this.

When we were an hour away from our destination and everyone was all hyped, I thought this was the perfect time to tell Umi the do’s and dont’s for tonight.

There was to be no talking about my embarrassing moments. No telling jokes about my ‘neat freak’ behaviour. And NO mention of Naseerah.

“Please Umi, be nice. They are good people, just give them a chance at least.” “Fine, on one condition.”, Umi said. “What’s that?” “When we leave, you don’t stop me from speaking my mind.”, she said. I looked at Abbu but he just looked down and shook his head sighing as if to say, “Just go with it or you won’t win here”.

We had finally reached Nusaybah’s town. Since I had been there before, I knew there was a garage 10 minutes away from her house. I parked my car in for a quick car wash and took my nicely ironed semi-formal black shirt and blue bootleg jeans that were hanging in the backseat and went to the bathroom to change.

You didn’t think I was seriously going to go to Nusaybah’s place in gym clothes did you??

Asghar gave me a quick call, “Bra PLEASE chew some gum before you go there. I didn’t want to say anything but your breath stinks! I can only imagine what it smells like now after so many hours of junk food.”. Sadeekun, I was so paranoid now that even after chewing on some gum I went into the store to get more things…

While my car was having a wash, there I stood, outside the local garage, with a bottle of water in one hand and toothpaste on a toothbrush in the other. I scrubed my teeth, gargled and spat into the drain. I didn’t have a care in the world about who was watching. I couldn’t have done this in the bathroom since I needed to be there while my car got cleaned so that I could make sure they cleaned it properly without missing a spot.

When we, and the car were all freshened up, we made our way to the proposal house. I drove because I wanted Nusaybah’s dad to see how careful of a driver I am. Also, if Abbu was driving then I’d look like a small boy being driven around by his parents. I needed to look a little macho you know…

I tried not to show my nervousness, I was barely managing. When we pulled up in the driveway, Nusaybah’s Dad and brother were waiting outside to recieve us. My nervousness all went away when her Dad greeted us and shook my hand firmly with both his hands. To me, that was a sign that he saw me as a MAN.

After seeing the rest of them peeping from the window, I went to get the gifts from the car while Nusaybah’s dad spoke to Abbu about our journey here. When he noticed I wasn’t standing there he sent Nusaybah’s brother to come get me. “Don’t worry about the bags, we’ll sort that out later. Come, come. Let’s get you all freshened up. You look so tired.”, her father said.

Bleh, so even though I stopped to freshen up so that he wouldn’t say that, I still managed to pull off the zombified look.

My heart rate increased when I entered the house knowing I was about to see Nusaybah. I smiled and greeted everyone, handing over the gifts we brought for them. I didn’t know Nusaybah’s domestic was going to be there. I felt terrible for not getting her anything.

I reached into Nusaybah’s gift bag and pulled out one of the chocolates and handed it to her, “This one is for you Aunty Jane, but I promise you’ll get the real gift before we leave.” I could almost tell that she was blushing. “Hai moenie waaary nie. Jy moet net look after my kind.”, she told me in her broken afrikaans. I smiled.

Everyone was there except for Nusaybah! I didn’t know if this was her plan to make a grand enterance or her way of punishing me for being late. Her father showed us the way to the bathrooms upstairs. They have a lovely home Sadeekun! I’ve only ever seen this house in the background of pictures. Seeing it piece together felt like a dream.

After we ‘freshened up’ -AGAIN- her father took us for a tour of the house. I figured it was so that we’d know where we’d be sleeping. When he showed us Nusaybah’s room, my heart raced again, thinking she’d be in it, but she wasn’t. I finally gave up trying to look for her and then it happened…

As I walked down the stairs, feeling like a prince, there she stood like a scarfed doll waiting at the bottom looking as beautiful as ever! I could tell that Umi was impressed by how beautiful Nusaybah was. Abbu looked over at me with a smile of approval. I couldn’t have been more happy.

All I wanted to do was stare at her, but I had to bite my tongue from staring at her too long or her father would think I’m a perverted creep. Even when she sort of frowned at me since all I could do was look at her beauty and nod like a fool while her brother spoke to me, she probably wanted me to say something to her. I was dumbfounded. I couldn’t get any words to leave my mouth.

Just as we were about to go to the table, the guy who helped me out with the cop situation the other time walked in, Sameer. For him to be here today, he probably really is very close to this family. I was glad I gave out the gifts before they arrived because I had nothing for them. It would’ve been so awkward.

He bobbed his head, greeted me, then gave me a shoulder bump. “You made it… nice to see you again exse.”, he whispered. Again, I just smiled and bobbed my head. I didn’t want anyone to find out about my last visit here. It would ruin EVERYTHING!

During supper, Nusaybah’s father asked me straight out what I thought of his daughter. I couldn’t tell him how she’d be the perfect mother of my children and how drop dead gorgeous she is, so I joked about her getting her looks from her dad. I know… bad joke. I sighed in relief when everyone laughed.

Umi did A LOT of talking at the table. Doing exactly what I told her not to do. I knew Nusaybah didn’t cook after she said that Raeesa “helped”. I thought Umi would’ve caught on too. Instead she said, “Continue cooking like this and you’ll have my son hooked forever.”

I knew Umi meant well but I didn’t want Nusaybah or her family to think that if she didn’t cook well then my eyes (or mouth) would wander to greener pastures (or greener kitchens in this case), if you know what I mean…

Nusaybah’s dad went on to tell me what a lucky guy I am for Nusaybah to have chosen me of all guys. I took it as a compliment but obviously Umi didn’t. During the table conversation, Umi made a stupid comment, implying that she’d seen other girls, “From all the girls I’ve seen, you’re the first one who’s so quiet. You don’t need to be so shy doll. Tell me about yourself… Are you working or studing?”

I specificly told Umi NOT to touch on that subject but she did anyway. I could see that neither Nusaybah nor her father were happy with Umi’s  3 word response, “Hmm, I see.”

I kept trying to apologise to Nusaybah with my eyes for my mother’s behaviour everytime her eyes met mine while we ate quietly and let the grown-ups talk. I was actually quite glad that Sameer’s dad was there because he killed the tension with one of his stories.

Deep down, I kept hoping for even a moment alone with Nusaybah. I was so worried she was maybe upset. I just needed to hear her voice to know if she was mad or not.

After supper I saw Nusaybah go to the kitchen. Aunty Jane was clearing the table. I thought of an excuse to go to the kitchen. I poured some juice in a glass and gave Umi to drink, reminding her to take her medication. “What a sweet boy! I don’t think my son even knows if I even take any medication.”, Nusaybah’s mum joked.

Yes Sadeekun, charmer boy Sayf scoring yet another point with the ladies!

When Umi was done, I insisted on taking her glass to the kitchen so that I could bump into Nusaybah. I didn’t expect Raeesa to be there too so I didn’t get to talk to Nusaybah but from her cheeks turning red, I knew we were cool. As soon as I left, I knew from their giggles that those chikas were busy gossiping about me. Eyh…

Sameer’s Dad was going outside to have a smoke and asked me, “Do you smoke the good stuff or the green stuff?”. My heart pounded out of my chest when Abbu laughed, slapped my back and said, “Naah, my boy has never put a skayf to his lips. Alhumdulilah.” I smiled but felt so guilty Sadeekun. I felt worse when I saw Nusaybah’s dad sigh in relief. I’m pretty sure Sameer’s dad knew I was guilty of the crime. After all, a smoker can almost always tell a smoker from a non-smoker.

Truth is, aside from Asghar, nobody knows that ever since that terrible night, the stress of not knowing what happened drove me to smoking a cig now and then. But I swear Sadeekun, I’ll stop after I get married.

I thought about Asghar warning me that this would happen, saying that I’d have to sort my life out BEFORE getting married because if I don’t, it’ll destroy my marriage. While the thoughts ran threw my head, I realised that I hadn’t phoned Maami as yet to tell her we had reached. When I took out my phone, it was dead. Wouldn’t even switch on to send at least ONE message. I thought about asking Aunty Jane but I didn’t want her to think of me like the brat that just came and started bossing her around.

When Nusaybah started handing out dessert, I saw an opportunity to talk to her. When she gave me my bowl, I asked her to do me a favor and put my phone on charge. Although she couldn’t say much, just her fingers brushing mine was enough to send tingles up my spine and make the moment magical!

Nusaybah’s brother heard me saying that Maami was probably waiting for my call. He brought the house phone and told me to phone her. I assured him that it was ok and that I’d do it later but he insisted. I dialled her number but the phone was engaged.

Then Nusaybah’s dad told me to dial the cell,  so I phoned Asghar’s cell since Maami almost never answers her phone. “Ah cum’on bra? That’s all you gonna give me? You know my Ma is going to ask me 100 questions like how she does to Maimoonah when she misses a single episode of her indian soapie.”, Asghar complained when all I told him was that we reached safely and that we were ok. I laughed and told him I’d phone him again later.

There was a moment of awkward silence and then Abbu said to Nusaybah’s dad, “So… as you know… we came here to see if our children are compatible. As far as I’m concerned, I’m happy. You have a Masha-Allah daughter.” I was more than surprised when Umi shook her head in agreement.

“I too am impressed with your son, but I suggest that the final say be given on the day you’ll are heading back. It’d give us all a little more time to get to know eachother better.”, Nusaybah’s dad replied. Sameer’s dad suggested we have a braai at his house tomorrow since it’d be a nice way to loosen up a little. We all agreed.

Time seemed to be flying by. I was starting to get more and more comfortable with making my way around Nusaybah’s house and Aunty Jane seemed to have taken a liking to me, which was great coz it looked like Nusaybah shared a lot with her.

It had gotten late and we were very tired. I was about to get up and go get the bags from the car to take to our rooms when Nusaybah’s dad said that he’d arranged for our accomodation at Sameer’s father’s house. “It’s about a 5 minutes drive from here.”, Sameer said. “Luqmaan will join you’ll to make sure you’ll feel at home.”, Nusaybah’s dad said.

We all got up, greeted eachother and left. By the look on Umi’s face, I knew she was ready to explode! As soon as we pulled out of the driveway, Umi took off. “That man is so rude! We come from so far and he makes us sleep by his friend’s house?! Is his house too good for us or what?!”, she yelled. Abbu tried to calm her down, “Relax. Think of it from his point of view. I wouldn’t have allowed an unknown man to come sleep in my house, knowing I have my daughter and daughter-in-law under my roof.” “Well what did he think my son would do?! He doesn’t do all those dirty things that other boys do.”, Umi said, still very unhappy with the situation. “They don’t know that… You can’t blame them.”, Abbu replied. Umi stopped for a second, thought about it, then said, “I supppose so.” I gave Abbu a thank-you look. He smiled back.

Then Umi continued, “But that man is still very rude. Carrying on like his daughter is all that and my son is nothing.” “Oh yes! WHY IN THE WORLD did you say the words ‘From all the girls I’ve seen’. You’ve only seen Naseerah, and I don’t even like her.”, I told Umi. “That’s just what you think. But anyway, they must know that you have options. It’s not like you can’t get another girl.”, Umi said. There was no point in arguing. The more she’d think about tonight, the more she’d find things to fight about and the further away I’d be from having her accept Nusaybah.

When we pulled into Sameer’s yard, we were amazed. It was stunning! Abbu looked over at Umi and said, “Looks like they didn’t think their house was to good for us. They thought we were too good for their house. Next time try and think the better of them. They are good people.” Umi seemed to be feeling bad for what she said about them earlier.

After settling in, I realised I had forgotten my phone at Nusaybah’s house. When Luqmaan saw me digging frantically in my pockets, he slapped his forehead and said, “Ooooh! I forgot! Just as we were leaving, Nusaybah ran to the car and handed me this.” It was my phone. I was so relieved. I thanked him and went to my room.

When I got in bed and looked at my phone, I got the shock of my life. There, in caps letters, was the dreaded question I didn’t expect on getting so soon.

Saybah: WHO THE HELL IS NASEERAH?!!????!!!


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NB: Even that mere brushing of Sayfullah and Nusaybah’s fingers were HARAAM! Also, the seating of non-mahram men and women together is totally HARAAM. Women sitting next to their mahrams doesn’t make it ok for them to sit at the same table at the non-mahrams. This post in no way whatsoever encourages or promotes such acts. Beware as Allah is All-Knowing and sees EVERYTHING!

Dua for travel:
Alla hu Akbar, Alla hu Akbar, Alla hu Akbar, Subhanal-ladhi sakhkh ara lana ha dh a wa ma kunna lahu muqrinin. Wa “inna “ila Rabbina la- munqalibu n. Alla humma “inna nas’aluka fi safarina ha dhal-birra wat-taqwa , wa-minal-‘amalima tarda , Alla humma hawwin ‘alayna safarana hadha wat wi ‘anna bu’dahu, Alla humma “Antas-sah ibu fis-safari, wal-kh alifatu fil-“ahli, Alla humma “inni “a’udh u bika min wa’tha “is- safari, wa ka’a banl-manz ari, wa su” il-munqalabi fil-ma liwal”ahli.

Allah is the Most Great. Allah is the Most Great. Alla h is the Most Great. Glory is to Him Who has provided this for us though we could never have had it by our efforts. Surely, unto our Lord we are returning. O Allah, we ask You on this our journey for goodness and piety, and for works that are pleasing to You . O Allah , lighten this journey for us and make its distance easy for us . O Allah, You are our Companion on the road and the One in Whose care we leave our family . O Allah , I seek refuge in You from this journey’s hardships, and from the wicked sights in store and from finding our family and property in misfortune upon returning.

(Upon returning recite the same again adding: )

“‘Aa “ibu na, ta “ibu na, ‘a bidu na, Lirabbina ha midu n.

We return repentant to our Lord, worshipping our Lord, and praising our Lord. [Muslim]

Ibn ‘Umar narrated that when the Prophet was to bid farewell to a man, he would hold his hand and he would not leave it until the man himself dropped the Prophet’s hand, and he would say to him: “Astawdi’u Allaaha deenaka, wa amaanatika, wa khawaateema A’malika.” ‘I place your religion, your faithfulness and the ends of your deeds in the trust of Allaah.’ [Ahmad, At-Tirmithi, An-Nasaa’ee and Ibn Maajah]

Also, in another Hadeeth narrated by Ibn ‘Umar as well, the Prophet said: “When Allaah is entrusted with something, He would preserve it.” [Ahmad]

It was narrated that Abdullah said: Rasool-Allah (PBUH) said, “Beware of lying, for lying leads to wickedness and wickedness leads to Fire (of Hell). A man may lie and strive hard in lying until he is recorded with Allah as a ‘Liar’. You should be truthful, for truthfulness leads to righteousness and righteousness leads to Paradise. A Man may speak truth and strive hard in speaking truth until he is recorded with Allah as a truthful
person.” (Abu Dawud)

Hostility or hospitality?

If you are a guest:

1. Do not disturb your host at odd hours; rather, visit at their convenience.
2. Do not visit empty-handed.
Gifts enhance love among people, even if it is only a single rose or a bar of candy.
3. If your stay is an extended one, do not remain aloof. Mingle with the hosts and help them as much as possible in their household chores.
4. Do not place unreasonable demands that burden your host.
5. Do not use the host’s belongings irresponsibly. In other words, use them, as if they were your own.
6.Do not backbite or ridicule your host, after you leave.

If you are a host:
1. Do not lie deliberately to
turn away visitors.
2. Do not serve unwanted or stale food to your guests to make room in your refrigerator.
3. Do not place expensive decorative pieces in your house, especially, if you expect young kids to accompany your guest.
4. Do not embarrass the guest if he accidentally happens to break or misuse any of your belongings.
5. Do not give your mood swings expression or ignore your guests altogether and make them feel unwelcome.
6. Do not backbite or ridicule your guests, after they have left.
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6 thoughts on “21#[THE DIARY OF A SINNER – Season 4]

  1. OMGEEE!!!! How’d Nusaybah find out???!!!

    Jazak-Allah Admin for posting so soon! Can’t wait for the next epi!

    Will do my bit and promote #Ddoas all over my social networks!


  2. she definitely checked his phone when she put it for charge. she must have turned it on and he received message alerts.so even if she didn’t read the messages, she saw naseerahs name.


  3. السلام عليكم

    Really enjoying ur story – from both sides …
    Also very good advice and ahaadeeth !!

    Just something that seems to be left out … In this post and the previous …the fact that strange men and women were sitting together and eating … Talking … Is not allowed .. It wasn’t mentioned that that too is HARAAM !! Readers must not get the impression that it is fine to do this !!

    جزاك اللهُ خيراً

    Maaf for any hurt feelings

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  4. Wa alaikum salaam

    Jazak-Allah so much for pointing this out! May Allah reward you abundantly. Will update now.


  5. It has been a while since I read this blog, the reason many of us initially came to this blog was to look for an alternative to the many Muslim authored blogs that had no morals of Deen or a purer way of life shown. Initially this blog began that way buuut maybe the need to entertain outweighed the moral,unintentionally?
    I do hope it returns to it’s roots-ameen and takes care not to make haram seem halaal. Many, many readers don’t read what’s written after the story, so include it Within the story- JazakAllah


  6. Jazak-Allah so much for the feedback. It’s much appreciated!

    Agree with you 100%. We’re trying to keep the story as close as possible to reality. However, with that being said, we have no intention of allowing this blog to become like the many other Muslim authored blogs that have no moral.

    Also quite aware that MOST of our readers stop scrolling down after our characters sign off at the bottom of their entries. That’s why the moral of the story will all be tied in at the end of this season (which I haven’t completed yet -Maaf! been away for over a month now)

    I’m back now… and after my final entry of Season 4 I’d love to hear from you again In-Sha-Allah!


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