25#[THE DIARY OF A SINNER – Season 3]

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Habibati Sadeekun… (Beloved Friend)

First thing was first! I got some airtime during the weekend and logged into Dad’s Mxit from my phone at 2:00 am after checking if he was awake (He was in a deep sleep so it was safe). I waited and waited and finally “NaWtYLicIouS” logged on.

NaWtYLicIouS: Hey honey… how are you?
Me- As my Dad: Still a little upset with you…
NaWtYLicIouS: Really? The picture thing?
Me- As my Dad: Hmm
NaWtYLicIouS: I’ll make it up to you…
Me- As my Dad: How do you plan on doing that??
NaWtYLicIouS: [Download File]
NaWtYLicIouS: Now you can see what I look like…

Downloading 10%

Downloading 50%

Downloading 100%

…. AUNTY GORI?!!?!

WTH!!! That bloody troll! Who does she think she is?! That back stabbing witch! I’ll show her! She loves gossiping… The last time she was here she went on about the new facebook page she opened up to promote her business and how wonderfully it was growing in numbers. I’m going to give her fans something to gossip about!!

So I opened up a facebook account with my real name. I wanted to make sure she knew who she messed with! It didn’t take long until I got the hang of facebook. It wasn’t unfamiliar to me because Yusra always had something or the other to show us on her facebook profile.

After finding the right facebook page, and making sure it was the one that belonged to her, I uploaded the picture she sent me to her facebook fan page along with munch screens of the messages she sent to Dad’s phone that day I first found out.

Before I knew it, it was time to get ready and go to school.

I cleared my mind and focused on the next problem I had… patching up with Fareedah and Yusra.

I had to speak to Fareedah. I wanted to make up with her, but I also wanted to know what was going to happen. “Fareedah I’m REALLY sorry! I should’ve never pulled that prank on you and I’m willing to turn myself in so that your name can get cleared.”, I said sincerely. “Don’t be crazy”, she replied.

It turned out that everything was kind of resolving itself regarding the whole Mr. Hassim issue. After many meetings and discussions the board of the school had decided that there was no clear evidence that any misconduct had occurred. What carried the most weight was the handy-man testifying to what had happened that day and explaining that Mr. Hassim told him about the door jamming earlier that day.

Phew! That was one positive for the day. Fareedah related this to me in a sad tone, clearly hating having to have gone through all that she had in the past couple of days. I assured her that I wasn’t the one to bring this up in the office, and to my great relief, she believed me. So we were back on and things were looking good.

Unfortunately the word of what had occurred had spread. Of course it had… High school is worse than a gossip column after all. So now people all over were whispering and staring and saying nasty things about Fareedah. How unfair Sadeekun, she didn’t even do anything! I tried my very best to be the best most supportive friend I could be, replying on her behalf to the nasty insults that were hurled her way. But in the end we knew that we’d just have to weather the storm and wait for the next juicy gossip to bury this whole saga for once and for all. I made some extra long duas that it would be sooner rather than later.

As for Yusra, well she didn’t really want anything to do with me after my bout of nastiness the other day. She made it clear in the way she totally ignored us and chose to rather hang out by herself during break even after we asked her to join us. Despite my attempts she wasn’t willing to budge. I think I must have really hurt her! But a part of me didn’t mind this at all, since I still suspected that she had caused it all.

Despite all of that however, I was very unprepared for what came next. Yusra, my ever sweet friend who acted like she hated Sumaiya and her crew and who laughed along with us whenever we teased them; actually took up Sumaiya’s offer and went over to their gang. And as if that wasn’t enough, Sumaiya’s gloating was clearly evident. She knew that I had been trying to patch things up with Yusra and instead of just leaving us, she swooped in and snatched her away! A number of mean words entered my head but I decided to just ignore them and act as if I didn’t care.
That wasn’t even the worst of it though Sadeekun. What came next totally knocked me off my feet!

Sumaiya Missy Prissy ever so sweetly came to stand next to me while we were waiting in the tuck shop line. “Oh Nusaybah honey” she said in her fake caring voice. “How are you? You seemed to have gone through a little bit of a rough patch lately. Your little happy trio is not so happy anymore now is it.”

I was angry! I was frustrated! I couldn’t take it anymore. “What have I ever done to you Sumaiya” i said with a cracked voice, trying to say it softly enough to not cause a scene. “What have i ever done to deserve all your hatred!”
“Well” she replied meanly. “You just irritate me Nusaybah. You come here with your holy attitude, thinking you better than all of us! You clearly tried to turn Zafs against me. You go about judging me and others and acting as if you’re so good and so innocent when you’re not. And why should you have the guy and the friends and everything! I just don’t like you! Thats all!”

“Oh” I replied angrily, unable to contain the next words that flew out of my mouth. “Like you’re so perfect right! Fatty Miss Wanabee Popular!”. She stared at me with angry eyes “Oh Yes Sumaiya, I know all about how you used to be fat and ugly” I tell her meanly. “And here you are acting as if you were the greatest thing to hit this earth! Hah! Im through taking your nonsense! You’re just a nobody who thinks you’re a somebody special!”

Oh Sadeekun, I know that was a little harsh right? I know my mouth has been all sorts of nasty and mean lately; but don’t you think that it was called for? Don’t you think Sumaiya deserved it all? Anyway, Sumaiya was too stunned to reply and she kinda just glared an evil glare at me. It was a glare that could have burnt a hole through a rock. But I deserved it.

Just as I was about to walk away she gave me some final parting words that jarred me the core, “Well enjoy the rest of your year Nusaybah, we’ll see how much fun you’ll have alone with your little desperate friend in love with a teacher. So sad for you, you didn’t even get your guy. You were just the middle man being used to get to better things…”

Wait, WHAT? What did she mean?

And just then I saw it and I realized how dumb I was. Muzaffar and Yusra were holding hands and walking along together. Yusra and Muzaffar? Muzaffar and Yusra? That piece of rubbish! This whole time I thought he was trying to make his move on me… meanwhile his intentions were just to score with Yusra!

After the sudden anger towards Yusra hit me, I realised that she’s just as innocent in this as I am. Yusra might be doing this to get back at me, but what she doesn’t know, in this case, WILL DEFINITELY hurt her someday. Yusra has no idea that Muzaffar pretends to be Raees and has a girlfriend somewhere else. I HAD to warn her!

On approaching her, she finally gave in and gave me 5 minutes of her time. I told her everything and when I was done I looked at her sincerely and waited for her to say she believes me. But that was just me being optimistic. She laughed and said I didn’t know what I was talking about and that I shouldn’t go around trashing people’s names just because I couldn’t control my jealousy streak. Then she just walked off…

In a way… I knew that would happen. I couldn’t just leave it at that, I went to look for Yassir. When I found him, I explained the whole situation to him and he listened carefully. When I was done he thanked me and said he’d speak to her.

In the bus on the way home, Yusra sat right in front on a 2 seater next to her brother so she didn’t have to sit with us. When I got to my stop, I got up, greeted Fareedah and walked down the aisle towards the door. Just as I got off the bus, Yusra grabbed my arm and said, “Nusaybah, learn to stay out of other people’s business. You’re causing problems where there aren’t any and as much as you say Sumaiya is a horrible person, she’s way better a friend as you’ll ever be”, and with that she shoved me and went back to her seat.

Just then, as Yusra’s words echoed in my head, I realized with a sudden bolt of awareness that just hadn’t struck me before that there had been someone else who had known all about Mr Hassim and Fareedah all along!

It was Sumaiya… she overheard us that day when we went to hand in the L.O project. Her motive? Well, she firstly didn’t like me, but had nothing against Fareedah, but after Mr. Hassim embarrassed her by making her stand in front of the class, she certainly had something against him!

As I entered my yard with my head down, I finally accepted defeat. Sumaiya was good at this game… and I was just a nobody who in my own way wanted to be a somebody, which didn’t make me any better than Sumaiya.

If you thought dropping to your knees in battle was the lowest blow you could take… you thought wrong!

As I lifted my head, my heart skipped a beat when I saw a POLICE VAN parked in our driveway. I ran inside, only to see my mum in tears. Thinking the worst I shook my mum and yelled, “Mum what’s wrong?! Where’s dad?!”. Before she could answer, I saw my Dad walk into the dining room. “Thank God… Dad I thought…”, and I went cold before I could finish my sentence when I saw a very angry Aunty Gori walk in behind him.


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Narrated Abu Huraira: Allah’s Apostle said, “Beware of suspicion, for it is the worst of false tales and don’t look for the other’s faults and don’t spy and don’t hate each other, and don’t desert (cut your relations with) one another. O Allah’s slaves, be brothers!” – Sahih Al Bukhari, Vol. 8 Number 717

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24#[THE DIARY OF A SINNER – Season 3]

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Habibati Sadeekun… (Beloved Friend)

Okay, so my high school drama was put on hold when I was left dumbfounded with the news of my brother wanting to go run after samoosas… or a certain samoosa in specific.

Yes! Luqmaan comes home early and announces that he’d like for us to go with him to ask for a girl’s hand in marriage. I was so annoyed at the thought because I didn’t get much time with my brother the last time he was here, and now he wants to get a wife that will dictate his whole life’s happenings to him. It’ll be like he’s not even here when he has a wife hanging on his arm 24-7.

Luqi brought Sameer along for support. Apparently, the girl Luqi wants to marry is Sameer’s second cousin and he met her during their stay there. “So how are you planning on supporting this girl since you don’t even have a job?”, daddy asked. “Good question!”, I thought before Sameer butted in saying that it’s already been sorted. Just then, I got up and left the table as if I had finished eating. I couldn’t believe this was happening! It doesn’t just rain in my life… it pours!!

While Dad, Mum, Luqi and Sameer discussed the finer details, I went up to my room to find someone more understanding to share my problems with.

I unfolded the piece of paper with Muzaffar’s number on it and whipped out my phone. I logged onto Mxit and punched in Zafs digits.

“Please wait…”

“Please wait…”

“Please wait…”

“Failed: Contact previously added”

Must be some kinda mistake… so I try again… and once again it says the same thing!! How’s this possible?? I’ve had Zafs on Mxit all along?

I scroll through my contact list to see which one could be his… but I had waaaay too many contacts to go through. The easiest way was to invite him from a different Mxit ID. My luck was such that I was down to my last few cents and couldn’t do everything from my phone. I’d need another phone with airtime to do this. Trying to think on my feet… I ran into Mums room and spotted Dad’s phone on his bedside drawer. I ran back out and stood at the top of the staircase to hear if they were still deep in conversation and whether or not I had enough time to execute my brilliant plan.

First thing was first, I needed to download Mxit on dad’s phone. I could’ve just taken out his simcard and put it in my phone but that would be way too risky. I don’t know how his phone is setup but it has this feature where in case of theft, when the simcard is taken out of the phone, the phones co-ordinates are automatically sent to Mum’s phone. Quite clever hey…

Anyway… When it was finally ready to be installed, it asked if I wanted to replace the old version. WTH?! Dad has Mxit???

I went to his applications and it automatically logged in. I quickly punched in Zaf’s number and waited. I heard the sound of the online tone. For ONCE my luck was good… or so I thought.

“NaWtYLicIouS: Hey handsome!”

WHAT THE!!?! My blood was now boiling! Who was this witch and why the hell was she calling my MARRIED father handsome??

“NaWtYLicIouS: I missed you last night. I was up at 2am and had nobody to chat to”

SO… this THING sits up at 2am in the mornings chatting to my dad while my poor mother is sleeping?! Shock was hitting me… and it was hitting me BAD! I didn’t know whether I should just log off, confront her, or pretend to be chatting as my dad so that I could find out more.

“NaWtYLicIouS: Are you there darling? Still upset because I couldn’t send you my pic that night?”
“NaWtYLicIouS: I told you my husband was around at the time”

Sudden hate towards my father covered my heart and turned it cold and black. I WANTED REVENGE! Not just for me as his daughter who looked up to him but for my mother, who slogs all day trying to be the best wife she can be for him.

I grabbed a piece of paper, went to Dad’s profile settings, changed everything so that he wouldn’t have any access to it at all and then wrote down the new password so that I could later control everything from my phone.

While finding a solution to one problem… another one slammed me from the other side…

Muzaffar accepted the invite sent from Dad’s Mxit. I picked up my phone to check who’s showing online to make a match…

RAEES?!?! My world came crumbling down even faster.

This is so confusing Sadeekun. You see… When I first got Mxit and started accepting invites from complete strangers, I felt safer lying to them about my name and age so that they wouldn’t know who I really was so they wouldn’t be able to stalk me or anything. I guess Muzaffar did the same. When I accepted “Raees”, I told him my name was Tasneem. That’s who he knows me as… and whenever he had trouble with his GIRLFRIEND Tasmiya, he would ask me to help him out and talk to her.

CAN YOU BELIEVE THIS Sadeekun?! I feel like I’m living the life of a character from a soapie :’(

I blocked Muzaffar/Raees… whatever you want to call him… from dad’s Mxit and logged off. I was about to delete Mxit from his phone but then I thought it would be too obvious that someone was playing with his phone since he uses his Mxit every morning at 2am. I put his phone back and went to my room.

I needed to clear my mind… and I needed airtime…

I thought about telling mum but I needed more evidence first. But then again… maybe I should just let it go. What if finding out about this makes mum sick. I know I would be destroyed if I found out that my husband has been fooling around online with other women while I am asleep.

I sat in my room crying for almost half an hour. All I could think about is how much I now hated men! I always wished I’d get a husband who was just as caring as my father, but now… I want NOTHING to do with him!

I wiped my tears when I heard my name being called by my mother’s sweet and calming voice. When I got downstairs, Sameer and Luqmaan had totally goofy looks on their faces. Dad looks at me, smiles and tells me to have a seat. As much as I wanted to expose him right there and then in front of everyone, I had to hold myself back and act normal if I wanted my plan to work out in the end.

“Sameer has something he wants to say to you.”, dad said. Sameer shyly looked down and tried to gather courage to talk. “You come from such a good home and your brother and I have become very close. I really admire your family…”, he managed to say before Luqmaan caught on that he was struggling and decided to finish Sameer’s sentence, “What he’s trying to say is that he would like to have your hand in marriage. He’s already spoken to Dad and…”, “AND WHAT?! What Luqmaan?!”, I interrupted, “ Just because Dad thinks something is ok doesn’t mean it is! And as for you! My own brother! The least you could’ve done was come and tell me about this instead of ambushing me like this!”, and with that I stormed off.

Everything was just happening too fast Sadeekun. First I find out that my father has another woman on the side. Then I find out that the guy I have been crushing on has a girlfriend and pretends to be someone he’s not. His own girlfriend knows him as Raees. And then… when I make up my mind to NEVER trust any guy ever again… some weirdo I hardly even know uses my brother to ask for my hand in marriage!! Is there anything more that could make me hate the male race more than I do now??

Later on… my mum came to my room to have a hearty chat. I told her that i feel that I’m just too young and too unsure about everything to just settle for a guy I don’t even know or really like. Mum was cool and calm like she usually is and she gave me some great advice.

She told me that I shouldn’t confuse Hollywood romance with real life; she said that it takes a lifetime to get to know your spouse, and that I shouldn’t think that I need to ‘know’ a guy before I marry him. But despite that, she assured me that nobody would ever force anything on me, and that the decision was totally mine and that she’d support me no matter what.

The whole time I kept thinking… she decided to make my father her partner for life. They’ve been married for so many years… and today she doesn’t even know what he does behind her back. I just smiled and told her that I loved her and that I was sorry for the way I behaved earlier on. “It’s ok my angel, but the person you should be apologising to is that innocent boy who sincerely came to ask for your hand in marriage. He finally gathered the courage to ask and your reaction might have scared him for life”, mum said. She was right…

After some long hard thinking, I decided against it. Sameer and Luqmaan both seemed disappointed and even asked me to reconsider. But I was sure in my decision; this just wasn’t what I wanted for myself. Not right now. Sameer was even willing to wait a few years but I told him I wasn’t going to be changing my mind. I apologised and had a heart to heart with him, told him I was going through a rough time at school at the moment and everything just came out at the wrong time.

The poor guy just smiled and said he understood. I felt really horrible… but I know he’ll find someone better.

Sadeekun… I’ve been through so much today. I wish I could turn back the clock. I feel like there’s a heavy black cloud hanging over me. I’m gonna go talk to the one Being that can help me… My Allah.


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This day [all] good foods have been made lawful, and the food of those who were given the Scripture is lawful for you and your food is lawful for them. And [lawful in marriage are] chaste women from among the believers and chaste women from among those who were given the Scripture before you, when you have given them their due compensation, desiring chastity, not unlawful sexual intercourse or taking [secret] lovers. And whoever denies the faith – his work has become worthless, and he, in the Hereafter, will be among the losers. [ Surat Al-Ma’idah [5:5] – The Noble Qur’an]

The Prophet said, “Whenever a man is alone with a woman the Devil makes a third.” [Tirmidhi]

We do not impose on any self any more than it can bear. With Us is a Book that speaks the truth. They will not be wronged. (Quran -Surat al-Muminun, 62)

Narrated Abdullah ibnUmar (radhiallahu `anhu): The Prophet passed by a man who was admonishing his brother regarding Hayaa’ and was saying, “You are very shy, and I am afraid that might harm you.” On that, Allah’s Apostle said, “Leave him, for Hayaa’ is (a part) of Faith.” (Bukhari)

The Prophet sallallahu alaihe wasallam has stated, “Marriage is the basis for blessings and children are an abundance of mercy.” (Al-Kabaair Lith-thahabi)

Abu Huraira (Allah be pleased with him) reported Allah’s Messenger (may peace be upon him) as having said: “A woman without a husband (or divorced or a widow) must not be married until she is consulted, and a virgin must not be married until her permission is sought. They asked the Prophet of Allah (may peace be upon him): How her (virgin’s) consent can be solicited? He (the Holy Prophet) said: That she keeps silence. (Translation of Sahih Muslim, The Book of Marriage (Kitab Al-Nikah), Book 008, Number 3303)”

Once a man went to the Prophet (sal Allahu alaihi wa sallam) and asked, “O Messenger of Allah, who of all people is most entitled to my kindness and good company?” The Prophet (sal Allahu alaihi wa sallam) answered, “Your mother.” Then the man asked, “Who comes next?” and the Prophet (sal Allahu alaihi wa sallam) replied, “Your mother.” The man again asked, “Who comes next?” and again the Prophet (sal Allahu alaihi wa sallam) answered, “Your mother.” The man asked one more time, “Who comes next?” and the Prophet (sal Allahu alaihi wa sallam) replied, “Your father.” [Bukhari]

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23#[THE DIARY OF A SINNER – Season 3]

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Habibati Sadeekun… (Beloved Friend)

“I hate you I hate you!” Fareedah’s words to me echo in my mind!
“This is all your fault!” I keep replaying my earlier words to Yusraa.
I write this with a heavy heart and eyes full of tears.

I started the day chatting to my two best friends. I ended the day with no friends at all! How did it all go so wrong?!!!

Ok Sadeekun, I’ve gotten ahead of myself. Let me start at the beginning.
Fareedah, Yusra and I were sitting in our usual spot this morning with the beautiful sun shining against our skin when it all began. Miss Andrews suddenly approached us and said that Fareedah’s attendance in the principal’s office was immediately required. This was weird… I mean none of us have ever been summoned to the principal’s office! We’re all pretty good students.

So, Fareedah sheepishly left us behind, guessing but also assuming that it was just some family issue. When she didn’t return before first period we started worrying. Nobody else seemed to care or notice, so there was nobody we could ask and nothing we could do. Yusra and I just kept hoping everything was alright.

It was only a while before the first break when we saw Fareedah. And what we saw stopped us in our tracks. Her eyes were bloodshot and puffy, like she’d been sobbing all morning! She was escorted to the classroom by the secretary and was told to remain at hand in case they needed her again! Yusra and I just kept looking at each other in confusion.
The minute we got a chance to speak to Fareedah privately, we both pounced. But strangely enough she gave us the silent treatment! I mean, she completely ignored us; as if we weren’t even there at all. What the heck!?

Once the bell rang and everybody else started leaving, Yusra and I both surrounded Fareedah and demanded to know exactly what had happened.
“You guys should know!” She spat at us! The usual timid Fareedah was so livid that it was actually scary. “One of you went to blabber about me liking Mr Hassim and now we’re both in trouble! Apparently someone even said that something’s been going on between the two of us!” Yusra and I were shocked! This is not what we had been expecting. But before we could reply Fareedah continued screaming at us. “They actually threatening to fire him you know! They insisting that I give them all the details of what happened between the two of us, even though nothing has happened at all. And Mr Hassim keeps denying any involvement at all and they don’t even believe him! And the footage they caught on tape with you’lls little prank to trap me in his office didn’t help ONE BIT!!”

“Fareedah” i said, forcing a word in, “How did this happen, what could have brought this on?”
“I DONT KNOW!” She screamed at me! “All I know is that it can only be the two of you since you guys are the only ones who knew that I had a crush on him! I hate you! I hate you!” She screamed and stormed off.

Boy! Was I stunned and shocked, and all the other words to describe my extreme and utter astonishment. I certainly didn’t say anything to anybody else! That only left Yusra. I turned and faced her slowly, as if trying to see if I could suddenly see traitor lines or wrinkles all over her face. All I saw is someone as bewildered as me. I was confused and upset and in the mood to blame. I knew for sure it wasn’t me. But I couldn’t argue the same thing for Yusra, could I?

“Yusra,” I asked her, “Did you say anything to anyone?” Her reply was a mixture of surprise and annoyance “Of course I didn’t! Why would I do anything like that!?” “Then who could it be?” I asked. “Well maybe she said something to Mr Hassim or something ok” Yursa retorted. “I mean, maybe there’s more to this than we know. Who likes a teacher anyway; they’re sooo off limits!” Now I was truly annoyed. I know Yusra is the type that doesn’t like taking people’s nonsense, but talk about being insensitive!! Before I could control my words and contain my mouth, the words just blabbered out as if they had a life of their own. “Oh please, don’t think you’re any better than her! You’re the one with the loosest morals anyway. You’ve done far worse ok. And yesterday you were going on and on about how Mr. Hassim isn’t a good teacher just because his mood towards you ticked you off! If anyone was the cause of this, I can only see it as being you. It’s all your fault!”

I know I shouldn’t have said that Sadeekun. It was mean, I know. But here she was judging Fareedah when she was no angel herself. My words turned to utter regret when I saw the hurt look on Yusra’s face.

“Thats nice Nusaybah” she said softly. “That’s really nice, thanks for that!” And with that she sauntered away without saying another word to me.

And there I was, left alone. Just like before. No, worse than before, because now the two people who were my friends hated me. What was going to happen to Fareedah? Would Yusra forgive me?

The whole day the 3 of us ignored each other. I found it hard to concentrate on my maths paper. All that studding was a waste! I feel like I’m being punished Sadeekun. Maybe because I sat and listened to Aunty Gori’s gossip session… but then again, WHY on earth does she get away with it?? She’s the one making all the gossip, yet she’s the one sitting on a fat lump of money, enjoying life with no struggles at all!!

Here I go again Sadeekun, trying to put blame on anything other than myself. If anything, this is all my fault. I should’ve NEVER dragged this whole crush thing along.

Muzaffar noticed something was wrong with the 3 of us when he saw that Fareedah and Yusra didn’t leave early to come home with me since today is Friday. He slowly made his way over to me and said, “Looks like something’s bugging you. Wanna talk about it?”. After my long day of saying things I shouldn’t have, I decided it was best not to talk about it. The last thing I need now is for EVERYONE to start hating me because of my big mouth. “Alright no problem. When you feel like talking then invite me on Mxit”, he replied just before his lift arrived and he had to go.

Just then I realised that his number was in my shirt pocket that was probably soaked in soapy water already. When I got home, I ran to the washing line and dug in all my school shirt pockets. I found the paper with Muzaffar’s number squashed up and when I tried opening it, it tore a little so I thought it would be safest to let it dry first before I tried again. Besides, I have all weekend.

Maybe speaking to Muzaffar will make me feel better. Right now, he’s the only one I can talk to and count on. I have no other friends … well… besides you Sadeekun.

Hopefully by tomorrow this paper will be dry. I would’ve put it in front of the fan but then it would get too dry and break. I need it to be a bit moist, not dry and not wet.

Ey Sadeekun… how did all this happen? Innocent fun turned into a disaster. Who would’ve thought it would go this far?! I don’t know whether or not I should turn myself in at school and tell them it was my idea to prank Fareedah like that. But then I stand a chance of being suspended, or even worse – EXPELLED! And Yusra might even go down with me because it was just as much her idea as it was mine.

Oh well… Make dua all this gets sorted out soon Sadeekun, or I’m gonna be a loner for the rest of the year.


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You who believe! be upholders of justice, bearing witness for Allah alone, even against yourselves or your parents and relatives. Whether they are rich or poor, Allah is well able to look after them. Do not follow your own desires and deviate from the truth. If you twist or turn away, Allah is aware of what you do. [Surat an-Nisa’, 135]

“And tell My servants to say that which is best. Indeed, Satan induces [dissension] among them. Indeed Satan is ever, to mankind, a clear enemy.” [Qur’an 17:53]

Nabi Sallallahu Alaihi Wasallam said:
“A strong person is not one who wrestles very well; rather, a strong person is one who controls himself at the time of anger.” (Bukhari)

Narrated Abu Huraira: Allah’s Apostle said, “Beware of suspicion, for it is the worst of false tales and don’t look for the other’s faults and don’t spy and don’t hate each other, and don’t desert (cut your relations with) one another. O Allah’s slaves, be brothers!” – [Sahih Al Bukhari, Vol. 8 Number 717]

The Messenger of Allah, Muhammed – SallAllahu ‘alaihi wa sallam – said, “Whoever believes in Allah and the Last Day should speak good or keep silent.”

“Not a word is said except that there is a watcher by him ready to record it.” – [Surah Qaf (50):18]

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22#[THE DIARY OF A SINNER – Season 3]

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Habibati Sadeekun… (Beloved Friend)

What a crazy day it was! Firstly, I almost missed the bus because I slept for ‘just 5 more minutes’. We’ve been taking the bus ever since Dad first fell ill, and now that he’s better, we’ve already gotten used to the times so we decided to just stick to it. Luckily Fareedah and Yusra kept a seat for me or else I would’ve been standing. Being in matric, we’re allowed to make a grade 8 stand in order for us to have a seat… but I don’t have it in my heart to do that to anyone. And in any case, the grade 8’s this year have quite an attitude. I wouldn’t want to be the one looking like a fool at the end of an argument.

During Bible studies, Mr. Hassim announced that Moulana wouldn’t be making it today since he’s gone on jamaat and we should carry on with school work in the meantime. Almost everyone pulled out math sheets when Mr. Hassim said that the only way we could sit with each other is if we’re studying for something, otherwise we would have to work separately.

Today was our final day to prepare for our maths test tomorrow. This one counts big marks for the term and due to my horrible results last time, I made sure that I used every spare minute I had to study this time around.

Yusra, Fareedah and I sat separately and studied for a while, making notes of sections we were having trouble with. When we were done, we grouped up and helped each other out. Sumaiya and them seemed to be doing the same while Muzaffar made his way to our side of the classroom so that he could chat to Shuaib who was sitting 2 tables behind us. He took his book with him so that he could fool Mr. Hassim into believing that they really were studding. A few minutes later, Mr. Hassim noticed the 2 chatting away and went to go and check. I bet they didn’t expect Mr. Hassim to ask them to explain to him the sum they were showing him. One of their punishments for trying to bluff Mr. Hassim was to stand in front of the class for the remainder of the hour without leaning on anything. It was a lame punishment, but I didn’t mind being front row to 2 of the school’s hottest guys.

Every now and then, Shuaib and Muzaffar kept butting into our conversation. “Excuse us? Aren’t you’ll supposed to be counting the bricks?”, Yusra asked, quite annoyed that they were listening to everything we were saying. “Sir! These 3 keep talking to us. Make them stand too!”, Shuaib demanded. “WHAT?!”, the 3 of us yelled in sync. Before we could start defending ourselves, Mr. Hassim rolled his eyes and told us to settle down.

After some time, Mr. Hassim left the class and we were talking about the Matric Farewell coming up next term. Shuaib and Muzaffar had the cheek of pulling up chairs next to us and butting in again. “So who are you’ll going with?”, Muzaffar asked. “None of your business”, Yusra retorted. “Ah must be some white owes. You brown girls are very racist against you’lls own race”, Shuaib said. “Who says we’re even going?”, Fareedah asked. “You’ll must be going. You’ll batter you’lls eyelashes and daddy lets you’ll do anything you’ll want. Us brown guys have a tough”, Shuaib responded. From here… the conversation just got more and more crazy.

Me: “WOAH! Hold up! You’re saying that indian GUYS have it tougher than indian GIRLS??”

(As soon as I started talking, Sumaiya glared over at us. I didn’t let it bother me)

Shuaib and Muzaffar: “Yup”
Fareedah: “Care to elaborate??”
Shuaib: “Ok, for starters, we’re all forced to become a doctor, lawyer or engineer. We don’t have any other career choices besides those.”
Yusra: “So? We all go through that. It gives our parents like a higher status or something so they push us to do it. Come up with something better”
Shuaib: “Well… we can’t leave the house after Esha or our mothers bombard us with calls and calls and calls. It’s so embarrassing ey”
Fareedah: “I’m sorry, WHAT? “LEAVE the house??”… I don’t even know what that means”
Muzaffar: “Ok, We have to work for the rest of our lives JUST so that we can support our family”
Me: “YOU have to support a family?? I GIVE you bloody family! My whole life is having kids ok! Baby… baby… baby… My WHOLE LIFE is a Justin Bieber song.”

When everyone laughed, Sumaiya got up and came to our table, gave me a nasty look and grabbed Muzaffar’s arm saying, “Zafs you said you’d help me. Come now”. Muzaffar pulled his arm back a little and said, “Hold on Sumaiya, we’re in the middle of something. I’ll come just now”. Sumaiya gave me one more deadly look and cat-walked all the way back to her table.

Just then, Mr. Hassim walked in and Muzaffar and Shuaib jumped back to their standing positions. “I leave for 5 minutes and this class is making more noise than the singing choir in the hall! You lot can get me into so much of trouble! The next person I hear a peep from will be joining these two in front!”, Mr. Hassim yelled. I guess he takes his job very seriously otherwise he wouldn’t have been that angry. He went into the back office and on his return, found Sumaiya passing a note to Zarina, telling her to, “Pass it to Nisa”. I think that made him lose his head! He grabbed the note, read it out loud and said, “WHAT did I just say?! Get in front…”. “But… those 3 were making so… much…”, Sumaiya was cut off from ratting us out when Mr. Hassim said, “I don’t want to hear it! Get! You know… I’m doing you guys a favour by sitting for this class. If I didn’t, you’ll would be forced to join the others in the hall, singing Christian songs. And this is how you’ll thank me?! The principal has to come find me to tell me that I’m not taking care of my class?!”. I felt really bad after that, but made so much shukar that Mr. Hassim was too angry to let Sumaiya finish what she was going to say otherwise we would’ve been in trouble too.

Sumaiya didn’t end up standing for long because 3 minutes later, bell had rung. Fareedah, Yusra and I felt really bad and when everyone had left for break, we walked over to Mr. Hassim’s table and apologised. He looked up at us and said, “The problem is that nobody takes me seriously because I’ve been a student at this school and because I have less experience than everyone else”. We just stood there, apologised again, and slowly walked away when he totally ignored us. I’m assuming that he wasn’t just upset at us but also by the way the other teachers must be treating him.

Anyway… During break, while walking passed the indian gang, Muzaffar stopped us and said, “Hey! We didn’t get to finish our convo!”. “Maybe some other time”, I said as we carried on walking, trying not to have a confrontation with Sumaiya who was obviously very angry at us. “Ok wait! You guys have Mxit right? I always see you’ll texting away in the bus on Fridays. Here’s my number, invite me!”, Muzaffar said as he scribbled down his number on the side of his maths sheet and tore off the piece to give to us. I put the piece of paper in my shirt pocket while my stomach did summersaults as we walked off.

Yusra, Fareedah and I didn’t talk about it. We spent more of our break either studding or discussing Mr. Hassim. Fareedah and I felt bad for him while Yusra said that he shouldn’t let his emotions get in the way of the way he teaches because that just shows that the other teachers are right to treat him the way they do because of his inexperience. Yusra certainly didn’t like this side of Mr. Hassim especially because of the way he ignored us when we went to apologise to him sincerely.

After the rest of our depressing school day, I was ever so happy to go home. And guess who was there waiting to entertain us with her stories?! You guessed right! Aunty Gori! I know gossip sessions are wrong, but I mean, if I’m not saying anything then I’m not part of it right?

Today’s story was about a girl in our neighbourhood that I didn’t even know existed, who fell pregnant and hasn’t even finished school yet. “They boy is out of school but doesn’t even have a job or anything. He’s probably stealing his parent’s money to buy drugs”, Aunty Gori said, putting in her own Masala. Apparently, the girl’s mother wanted to report the boy to the police since the girl is underage, but because the girl is in love with the boy, she begged her mother not to. Her mother agreed, on one condition… she has to abort the baby. “The boy’s mother is so heart sore because she had a stillborn child when she was younger who she wishes survived and now this lady is forcing the issue of killing her first and only grandchild too. It’s terrible man. The girl already signed the papers”, Aunty Gori continued.

After listening to that long episode of ‘What goes on in our town’, I went upstairs and took a shower.

While getting dressed, my mind wandered about. This world is getting more and more worse as the days go by. Firstly, having sex before marriage has become the norm. Now… abortion is being openly done. How bad can things get?! This world is just so disgusting… it makes me want to think twice about bringing innocent children into this world to witness all this.

Anyway… I’m going to Study one last time before I sleep Sadeekun. Wish me luck for tomorrow’s big test!


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NB: Music is totally haraam in Islam and in NO way are we promoting it in this post.

Arrogance with the one you learn from is an evil trait and one who has such a characteristic will never succeed; slighting the teacher, mocking him and humiliating him are characteristics of hypocrites, as the Prophet sallallaahu ‘alaihi wasallam said, “Three types of people would not be mocked except by a hypocrite, an old Muslim man, a knowledgeable person and a just leader” (Tabaraani).

O Muslims! Humbleness with the teacher is a way leading to success, and results in attaining knowledge. This is how Islam instructs us and guides us, and this is one of the rights of the teacher upon the student, and all people within the community should fulfill this right. Oppression of teachers and scholars will only happen in a period during which corruption prevails, and the Prophet sallallaahu ‘alaihi wasallam sought refuge in Allaah from such times, and supplicated to Allaah not to make him witness such times.

Sahl Ibn Sa’d As-saa’idi, may Allaah be pleased with him, narrated that the Messenger sallallaahu ‘alaihi wasallam said, “O Allaah! Do not let me reach a time during which scholars are not followed, and honorable people are not respected” (Ahmad).
“Do not concern yourself with things about which you have no knowledge. Verily, your hearing, sight, and heart — all of them will be called to account” (Quran 17:36)

“Oh you who believe! If a wicked person comes to you with any news, ascertain the truth, lest you harm people unwittingly, and afterwards become full of repentance for what you have done (Quran 49:6)

Say (O Muhammad SAW): “Come, I will recite what your Lord has prohibited you from: Join not anything in worship with Him; be good and dutiful to your parents; kill not your children because of poverty – We provide sustenance for you and for them; come not near to Al-Fawâhish (shameful sins, illegal sexual intercourse, etc.) whether committed openly or secretly, and kill not anyone whom Allâh has forbidden, except for a just cause (according to Islâmic law). This He has commanded you that you may understand. [Qur’an Al-An’aam 6:151]

Allah’s Apostle gave the judgment that a male or female slave should be given in Qisas for an abortion case of a woman from the tribe of Bani Lihyan (as blood money for the fetus) but the lady on whom the penalty had been imposed died, so the Prophets ordered that her property be inherited by her offspring and her husband and that the penalty be paid by her Asaba. [Hadith – Sahih Bukhari 8.732, Narrated Abu Huraira, r.a.]

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21#[THE DIARY OF A SINNER – Season 3]

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Habibati Sadeekun… (Beloved Friend)

So Yusra’s cousins have all officially left and things have gotten normal around here again. Back to our quiet little group. Back to hanging out by ourselves after school. Sigh… oh well, at least I’ve got Fareedah and Yusraa! :)

As for Aadil, well I thought it over. What did Aadil want with me anyway? We were hanging out and having fun. Wasn’t that enough? Anyway, in the end I decided against dating him. After all, it’s Haraam. Plus he’d be going back and I don’t see a long distance relationship working out. It’s way too complicated.

Oddly enough it was Yusra’s brother Yaasir that totally put the whole situation in a different light and seriously got me questioning my actions. One day at school he found me by myself and came up to chat. (I’ll explain why I was alone in a minute)… We had only spoken now and then and since he’s a really quiet guy we’re not really that friendly with each other. So I was surprised when he flat out asked me what’s happening with Aadil.

For some reason I just found myself spilling my guts to him. Telling him all about how Aadil asked me out, and how I’ve been avoiding him. He didn’t seem all that much surprised and that’s when I realised that Aadil must’ve spoken to him too.

“You know I really don’t mean to be rude”, he replied once I was done, “but I really don’t get you girls! Now I’m not condoning dating right, coz i think it’s all wrong, but what exactly is the difference with going out with him, and what you guys had been doing before that?”. When he sensed my confusion, he continued. “Ok Nusaybah, see here. You were fine with hanging out with him alone and going places and stuff right. That’s just like dating isn’t it? So why would you be so against one, and not mind the other?”. “Well,” I replied cautiously; “If people knew I was dating him then what would they say. I wouldn’t want to ruin my reputation with a meaningless fling. “But that’s just it Nusaybah”, Yaasir explained to me; hanging out with a guy all alone. Doing what you were doing… well, that spoils your reputation anyway. Most girls don’t seem to realize that. They think that coz they not ‘dating’ and doing anything ‘haraam’, that it’s all cool to hang out with boys. But those same boys will go out looking for more innocent girls when it’s time to get married. They don’t wanna marry the girl who’s constantly surrounded by boys!”

I’ll admit, what he said made a lot of sense. But somehow it just depressed me so much. It just seems so unfair. I mean those are the guys that make you feel cool when you’re hanging with them. They’re the guys who encourage you to chill with them. They make you feel good and popular and worthy. And then when it’s time for marriage you suddenly not good enough! And what’s worse, those same guys who did so much worse are still deemed worthy and marriageable? How unfair!
That was enough to scare me. I explained to Aadil that I just wasn’t into him that way, and I made a firm resolution to watch my step. But it all still baffled my mind. O Sadeekun, is that really the case? Is it that easy to ruin a girl’s reputation? Is that how society really is?

Anyway… while my love life is somewhat in the dumps, Yusra and I decided to have a little fun with Fareedah’s love life. While changing classes, Yusra and I overheard Mr.Hassim telling the handyman that he needs to sort out his office door ASAP because it could only be opened from the outside and was jamming. This gave us an idea…

We arranged for Fareedah and Mr. Hassim to be alone in his office in the Graphics class. Yusra was going to be at leadership class during break and I told Fareedah to meet me in the graphics class’s back room office because I agreed to sort Mr. Hassim’s CASS files out. I told her to shut the door as soon as she entered because we’d get in trouble if someone caught us in there.

Meanwhile… I knew that Mr. Hassim would be there marking papers during break. So it was perfect! It was just meant to be a small teaser and after 2 minutes of them frantically trying to break out, I was going to innocently open the door, saying I completely forgot to cancel.

BUT… I ended up bumping into Yassir and lost track of time. By the time I remembered, poor Fareedah was already out and looking for me. BOY was I in for it!! In the end we all had a big laugh over it, but she made us promise to NEVER do that to her again. Apparently the handyman came to the rescue. Lol… I wish I was there though, to see her face when she just walked out the door!

Now… back to Yusra’s cousin’s leaving today… (okay okay… I’m sorry for writing in circles today)

This really weird thing happened just before the final batch of Yusra’s cousins left. I was greeting them all and wishing them all the best when Zaheer reminded me that Sumiaya had seemed so familiar the other day. “Well”, he said to me ever so amused; “I figured out where I know her from. A few years ago, when I still lived here, I had this friend who went to the same school with her…” “…But…” he continued in a giggle: “Eish, she wasn’t hot like she is now. Nothing even close! She was geeky and weird looking. Like seriously, she had a face full of pimples and she was quite chubby too. She was like a sport for the guys, trying to pick a catchy new nickname for her everyday”.
I couldn’t believe my ears! My ears couldn’t believe the words!!! Was this the same Sumaiya I knew! The same one who made my life miserable each day! And more importantly, could I use this info to get back at her! I’m sure I could somehow get my hands on an old photo… *Evil Smirk*

Forgive me Sadeekun, but I had to follow up on this news. I knew that Fareedah had known Sumaiya before, so I went straight to her. “Well” Fareedah said; “I’m not really sure coz I haven’t known her all that long. And since I knew her she looked like she looks now. But well, I do know that before she became popular she was a very nice person. And she was kind to others too. And she really didn’t like it when the popular kids picked on others. But well, then she became one of the popular ones and she completely changed. And I guess once she started picking on others then all her old ideals flew out the window!”

Somehow this just made me sad. I mean it should have made me angry right. Like Sumaiya’s actions seemed really hypocritical! But it was so defining for me. It made me see her in such a different light. It’s like I had this picture of this young innocent girl in my mind. A young girl who didn’t fit into society’s ideas of beauty and popularity. And she probably longed so much to be part of the ‘in’ crowd. And when she finally gets the chance, her innocence is lost. The person she was is shredded along with her old image. Her personality, which was probably so much more likable, is now traded for the chance to fit in.

Suddenly I didn’t envy Sumaiya and her plastics AT all! It was an epiphany Sadeekun! We all have our problems and insecurities. None of us are perfect! Nobody is exactly as they want to be. And as much as a part of me wanted to use this info to get back at her for all she’d done in the past, the better part of me decided to let it go. Not for Sumaiya and fear of what she’d do as revenge, but rather for myself. Because as vindictive as we can all be, I’d like to believe that I’m actually a good person who could choose to do good over evil should the event arise.

Shoh… all this thinking has made me tired. Lol… okay Sadeekun, I’m outta here, but I do hope you’re proud of me. See, I am trying to change ;)


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Narrated on the authority of Anas bin Malik, the Prophet (saw) said: “When lewdness is a part of anything, it becomes defective; and when hayaa’ is a part of anything it becomes beautiful.” (Tirmidhi)

The Prophet (saw) used to advise muslims: ”Make things easy, not difficult, and be cheerful, not threatening.” [Bukhari And Muslim]

“Those who control their anger and are forgiving towards people; Allah loves the good.” (Qur’an, 3: 134)

The Messenger of Allah Sallallahu ALaihi wasallam said: “The best deed before Allah is to pardon a person who has wronged you, to show affection for relatives who have broken ties with you, and to act generously towards a person who has deprived you”. Thereafter he recited the following holy verses: “Turn to forgiveness and enjoin good and turn aside from ignorant” (7:199).Narrated Jarir bin Abdullah: Allah’s Apostle said, “Allah will not be merciful to those who are not merciful to mankind.” [Sahih Al-Bukhari – Book 73 Hadith 42]

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20#[THE DIARY OF A SINNER – Season 3]

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Habibati Sadeekun… (Beloved Friend)

Ok, so Aadil asked me out. And I freaked. I mean I was NOT expecting that at all, I was just having fun hanging out with him and making Muzaffar jealous. A part of me felt really flattered, coz I mean he’s good looking and all of that, but another part of me believed that Muzaffar would fall for me soon. So I really didn’t even want to entertain any thoughts of Aadil.

Luckily for me, just then, the rest of the gang merged with us. I told Aadil I’d think about it and we left it at that. I mean come on, how could I just tell the guy no!? “Cool! Let me know what you think and we’ll take it from there”, he replied.

Geez… talk about complications!

Fortunately for me I was kept busy for a while after that due to the wedding and all my school obligations. Ok, so maybe I wasn’t thaaat busy, but it was a good excuse anyway wasn’t it.

While we’re on the topic of the wedding…

Normal weddings: 2 days, 2 functions.
Memon weddings: 5 days, 8 functions, 3 fights, Unlimited fun!! ‪#‎MemonWay‬ ‪#‎LikeABoss‬ (^^,‬)

Lol, you wouldn’t believe the amount of drama that happens during the few days before a wedding just so that the wedding itself can take place smoothly. You should’ve heard my Nana swear the groom… without the guy even being there! “That bloody *%*#&@#, Beep ,Beep, %7&%# !!! Who does he think he is giving us orders on what to cook for the wedding?! The girls side is handling the wedding, now he comes here last minute demanding mutton biryani on the side because his mother’s aunty doesn’t eat chicken! Give me the phone!! Give me that phone now!”, Nana went on for almost 2 hours while we all did our best to hide the phone. Poor Asiya wasn’t even allowed to talk to her groom-to-be. I could only imagine what was going through her mind when Nana threatened to “Just call the whole thing off!”.

Nana is the type of Memon man who feels that no guy, no matter what, is good enough for the woman in his family. Any guy who is well-mannered and can sing Naaths could be his best friend, until he asks for a hand in marriage of someone from Nana’s clan. THEN… his in for it!

Anyway… The Mehndi night was another ball of fun! You know, it’s ALWAYS the decent looking aunties that have the most risqué ideas about where the mehndi should go! At which point, they naughtily giggle to themselves and slap the arm of the person next to them. The old favourite is the idea of making a trail of arrows with henna “To direct him, just in case he gets lost!” Unsurprisingly, no bride has ever agreed to that… and neither did Asiya. Just because they look quiet doesn’t mean they still haven’t got it. Still waters run deep…

The wedding day had finally arrived; we were at the hall early. The hall was beautifully decorated with green, silver and white everywhere. The stage was even more breath-taking, the stage lights demanding the attention of everyone who entered the hall. Being the bride’s family, we had to be there to welcome the groom’s family. My job was to take the groom’s immediate family to their reserved tables.

Nana eventually got over the whole mutton biryani thing and even went as far as scratching out the chicken biryani completely… even though it was going to cost a whole lot more. Everything went well until Asiya turned up at the hall with her hair and make-up done. The problem was that her wedding gown was in the car and she was wearing a plain black cloak. She stormed in the back entrance complaining that everything has just gotten out of hand and it’s not the way she wanted things to be. Luckily the guests didn’t see her and we managed to get her in the back room. Zaheera Maasie tried keeping her voice down as she scolded Asiya, “Come now Asiya! We went through so much trouble to make this day special for you. What will people say if the bride walks in looking worse than the cleaners??”. “I understand! But I wanted a simple nikkah and that was it! Now I must look like a plastic doll that you’ll will display on a stage while everyone sits around discussing me and how I look. From the start you’ll have done everything you’ll felt was best, not listening to anything I have to say. My wedding is everything BUT Islamic! I have to dress like a Christian bride, and all these functions are that of Hindi brides.”, Asiya continued complaining.

I couldn’t help but wonder what was wrong with this girl! Everything was stunning! And I wouldn’t mind wearing that gorgeous gown on my wedding day… there was absolutely nothing wrong with it. Eventually, Mum managed to talk Asiya into doing this last favour for her mother before she was to be married in order to “save face”. They sold it when they told her that the only reason why they made a big thing out of the wedding was because they didn’t want people to think she was pregnant and had to make a quick nikkah to cover it up.

I rolled my eyes… no matter what you do, every wedding has that one person who spreads a rumour that you’re pregnant and that’s why you’re getting married.

In the end… everything after that went as planned and the wedding turned out to be a wonderful event. Even dad seemed to be much better. I guess it was just a tummy bug.

After everything, I couldn’t wait to get back home to sleep in my bed again, and to write to you of course Sadeekun.

Anyway… after my eventful weekend, it’s nyt nyt from me.


>>>WhAt’S tHe wOrSt wedding DrAmA thAT You’Ve Come AcRoSs??

The Prophet (SAW) clearly stated that it is forbidden to blindly imitate non-Muslims. In one hadeeth, he over emphasized how blindly some Muslims will imitate no matter how hard it may be. The prophet (S.A.W.) said, “You will surely follow the ways, steps, or traditions of those who came before you, span by span and yard by yard (very closely) even if they entered into a lizard’s hole you will enter it.” The companions asked, “O prophet, you mean the Jews and Christians?” He replied, “Who else!?” [Reported by Imaam Bukhaari]

In another hadeeth, he clearly prohibited imitation stating, “If one imitates another nation or people, he will be from them.” [Reported by Imaam Abu-Daawud]

Narrated by Ibn Mas’ud: Allah’s Apostle said: “(Unveiled) woman is a cause of corruption. Once she goes out Satan beautifies her in the eyes of men (to seduce her as well as them). At her home, she is the closest (to the face) of her Lord.”

Narrated by Ibn Umar: The Messenger of Allah (saws) said, “Allah has cursed such a lady as lengthens (her or someone else’s) hair artificially or gets it lengthened, and also a lady who tattoos (herself or someone else) or gets herself tattooed.” [Sahih Al-Bukhari Hadith 7.820]

The Messenger of Allah (saws) specifically forbade the believers and invoked the curse of Allah on those who applied tattoos on themselves or on others.

‘Henna’ or ‘Mehndi’ is not considered a tattoo, but rather it is a temporary dye….and the application and usage of the ‘henna’ or ‘mehndi’ dye was not only permissible for the believers, but encouraged by the Messenger of Allah (saws).

Narrated by Aisha, Ummul Mu’minin
A woman made a sign from behind a curtain to indicate that she had a letter for Allah’s Messenger (saws). The Prophet (saws) closed his hand, saying: ‘I do not know this is a man’s or a woman’s hand.’ She said: ‘No, a woman.’ He (saws) said: If you were a woman, you would make a difference to your nails, (ie. the application of henna)’ [Sunan of Abu-Dawood Hadith 4154]

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19#[THE DIARY OF A SINNER – Season 3]

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Habibati Sadeekun… (Beloved Friend)

Aadil is a crackpot. He really is. He tells the funniest jokes and keeps me laughing all day along. I hung out again with him today. The others were all around, split into little groups. Yusra and Fareedah were bowling with Zahra and the other girls. I’m not really a fan of bowling so I decided to sit out and watch them. Aadil arrived a little too late to join the game, so he decided to hang out with me instead. We walked around the mall, just chatting and joking and shopping here and there.

As we were walking about guess who we bumped into? None other than Muzaffar. Now I have to start off by stating, in no uncertain terms, that Aadil and I are really just friends right; but I thought I could use him nonetheless to make Muzaffar a little jealous. After all, having friends whose guys comes with benefits too. Plus Muzaffar was there with Sumaiya and Shuaib; so it was actually nice to show off Aadil whose not bad looking at all!

Sumaiya was the one who noticed us and, of course, she just had to come over to find out who the guy I was with was. And since Aadil is like tall and beautiful, she suddenly acted as if we were best friends. “Oh Nusaybah” she squeaked in her pseudo sweet voice. “Who is this? You just haaaave to introduce us”. I managed to suppress a giggle at her absurdity. I replied with a curt and brief reply. “This is Aadil. And Aadil, thats Sumaiya, Shuaib and Muzaffar”. After chatting to them a bit I told Aadil we got to get a move on. But not before leaning a bit closer and acting all affectionate. How could I not jump at the opportunity of pretending that I was his girl after all, right? I could see this had the desired effect since Sumaiya’s face suddenly dropped. Hehehe! :D  serves her right.

Once we rejoined the crowd, Yusra’s cousin Zaheer asked us who we were chatting to. When I explained that it’s my schoolmates he looked at me baffled. “I swear I know that chick somehow”, he said. “She looks soooo familiar!”

When it was finally time to leave we all said our goodbyes and headed off home. Before I could leave though, Aadil grabbed me and asked to speak to me for a minute. “Sure” I replied, and followed him. Once we were in private he said carefully: “Well, I was wondering if you and I could go out sometime? You seem really awesome and, well I know I’m not going to be here for long, but while I’m here in SA i was wondering if we could be a little more than just friends?”

Oh No! Oh No! Oh No! What have I done!? Did I give him the wrong idea!?


>>>A NotE… If yoU BeHavE In ThIs mAnner WiTh GuYs, DoN’T PuT All the BlAme oN GuYS Who Are “ToO forward” oR Who TaKe YouR “FriEndShIP” As SoMeThInG MoRE tHAn JuSt ThAt.

“And do not come near to adultery, it is a shameful deed and an evil, and opening the road to other evils” [Surah No. 24, An Noor, Ayat No. 2]

Usamah bin Zaid (May Allah be pleased with them) reported: The Prophet (SAW) said, “I am not leaving behind me a more harmful trial for men than women”. (Al-Bukhari and Muslim)

The Prophet (SAW) said, “Whenever a man is alone with a woman the Devil makes a third”.(Bukhari)

The Noble Prophet (sallallahu `alayhi wa sallam) indicated: “Every way of life has an innate character. The character of Islam is Hayaa’.” Or “Every deen (religion) has an innate character. The character of Islam is modesty (Hayaa’).” (Abu Dawood)

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18#[THE DIARY OF A SINNER – Season 3]

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Habibati Sadeekun… (Beloved Friend)

Ok, so Muzaffar’s standing up for me was just a one time thing I guess. I mean what did I expect, that he’d suddenly realize how vile Sumaiya and her crew are and come join us? So maybe that’s what I was hoping for a teeny tiny bit ok! Instead, well… NOTHING! He went back to sometimes chatting with us, and other times totally ignoring us!

Anyway, so Yusra’s cousins have arrived and I’m sooo overjoyed because mummy allowed me to hang out with them. Mummy has seemed to take a real liking to Yusra’s mum and they’ve become really close friends. So she really doesn’t mind me hanging out with Yusra and her family. Awesome right! ;) Also, she’s been so busy helping Zaheera Maasi with wedding preparations that I think she feels a little guilty for leaving me on my own. Lol. Poor mum!

By the way this morning, dad received a call from Kaka telling him that he and Kaki are undergoing a separation for a few months. Gosh, as it is dad is sooo sick and now to be stressed out about Kaka and Kaki. This is why I was waiting for him to get better before I told him so that he could try to solve the problem between them but now they are separated. My cousins are staying at their flat with kaka and dadi while kaki is gone to her mother’s house. Dad still offered for them to stay with us (my good dad) but luckily because my cousins still have to attend school, they are not coming. It’s not that I don’t want them to come but I love my privacy and then dadi will make sure I end up married before she leaves. Can’t take the risk Sadeekun…

Anyway, Yusra’s cousins are as cool as I thought they’d be. Yes, they hug and are friendly with each other and all of that; but the thing is that they see each other like brother and sister you know. I mean when you grow up hugging and playing with your cousins and all of that, at which point do you stop doing all of that? I’m not condoning them being so lovey lovey with each other, but I think that it’s difficult to suddenly draw a line and make sure you don’t cross it.
Since Yusra’s family is hosting the get together, they’re in and out of her house constantly. And I think they’re starting to get on her nerves. I can sense her irritability you know. Ah, I guess when your house is full of people all the time, you’re bound to get annoyed right. Plus her older cousins have these kids that seem really bratty! Like they run around the house stealing Yusra’s stuff and hiding it away. Sheesh. I’d go insane if I was her! Thank goodness they’re not my guests :)

So we all hung out at the mall today and it was fun! They’re not anything like Yumna and her crew. And although they’re all modern and stuff, they’re still Islamic. They even read salaah and stuff. And the girls, as pretty and fancy as they are, all wear hijaab. You know the term hijaabi Barbie; well that’s how I’d describe them. They make Sumaiya and her crew look homely. Lol. They planned the day so perfectly and made sure we’d have enough time to be home for our salaah. So hanging out with them is cool coz I don’t feel like I’m sacrificing my imaan, you know what I mean right!

Fareedah and I got along soo well with them. They’re all really nice people. Zahra and Aadil are from America and I seemed to get along best with them. We could actually have real conversations you know; like about politics and Islam. It was so interesting to hear about the different challenges they have to face as Muslims in America. I guess I should be really grateful that South Africa isn’t as bigoted towards Muslims as other countries are. Aadil, even though he’s a guy is just so easy to hang out with. In fact, him and I spent a lot of time together these past few days. Now I know what you’re thinking Sadeekun… but don’t go there. I still have eyes only for my Muzaffar. It’s just fun to hang out with Aadil because he’s chilled and not immature like most guys. And there’s no flirtation thing going on. So it’s fine right?

I’m off to bed now… nyt nyt Sadeekun


>>>AlTHouGh It’S DiFfiCUlT To DrAw ThE line WhEn iT ComeS To cOuSinS, DoEs tHAt JuStIfY DoiNG WhAT Allah Has FoRbIddEn? Do You ThInK It’S FiNE To HAnG OuT wItH bOyS WhEn iT’s StRicTlY A PlatOnIc rElAtioNshIp?
The Prophet (pbuh) said: “Take benefit of five before five: your youth before your old age, your health before your sickness, your wealth before your poverty, your free-time before your preoccupation, and your life before your death.” (Hakim)

Abu Hurayra (R.A) reported: Nabi Muhammad (S.A.W) said, “Anyone who believes in Allah and the Last Day should honour his guest. Anyone who believes in Allah and the Last Day, should maintain ties of kinship. Anyone who believes in Allah and the Last Day, should speak well or be silent.” [Agreed upon]

Reported by Abu Shuraih Khuwailid bin ‘Amr Al-Khuza’i (RA): I heard Messenger of Allah (peace be upon him) saying, “He who believes in Allah and the Last Day, should accommodate his guest according to his right.” He was asked: “What is his right, O Messenger of Allah?” He (peace be upon him) replied: “It is (to accommodate him) for a day and a night, and hospitality extends for three days, and what is beyond that is charity.”
[Al-Bukhari and Muslim]

Ma’qil ibn Yasaar (Radhiallahu Anhu) who narrates that Nabi (Sallallahu Alaihi wasallam) said: “It is better for an iron rod (nail, needle etc) to be driven into the head of a man, than for him to touch a woman who is not permissible for him.” [The hadith is narrated by the great Hafiz of Hadith , at-Tabrani, in his al-Mu’jam al-Kabir (Vol.20 Pg.211) and by the Muhaddith al-Ruyaani, in his Musnad (Vol.2 Pg.323)]

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17#[THE DIARY OF A SINNER – Season 3]

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Habibati Sadeekun… (Beloved Friend)

Oh Sadeekun. What a day this was! Do I cry over its hardships, or do I rejoice at its triumphs?

So the day started off easy and casual as ever… until we got our results for the math test we took last week. I got my results and I was instantly dumbfounded. I almost failed Sadeekun. I mean, I really came close to failing it. How did this happen? I mean I knew the paper was challenging, but I didn’t realize that it was that bad. To top it all off, others in the class seemed to manage fine. Both Fareedah and Yusra managed it well enough. I felt like such a loser, I just wanted to go home and bury my head underneath my covers for the next year or so. :(

That wasn’t even the worst of it. Our new math teacher, a real gem of a teacher (uhm, nooot!!!) has a real special way of announcing our results. She actually literally announces it loud! She starts with those who got the highest, calls out their names, and then calls out their results. The thing is once she gets to those who scored under fifty, she stops. I guess she feels having those results announced is way too embarrassing. But the thing is, with this method of hers, it’s embarrassing enough if your name is not announced. Because then everybody knows you’re a loser who scored below fifty on a math test.

This was the first time ever that my name wasn’t announced and i was devastated. And as if that wasn’t enough already, Sumaiya decided to taunt me over it the whole day. So immediately after maths, she walked past me snickering ever so slyly, claiming that she was ever soo happy that her name was announced. “I can’t imagine the embarrassment of almost flunking” she said, throwing one of her evil glances at me! Ugh, how i hate her so!!! Why does she have to be so mean! I don’t think I’ll ever forgive her!

It’s like Sumaiya and her crew have seriously stepped up their efforts in making me miserable. I don’t know what’s gotten into her recently, but she’s become even meaner than before. During lunch break she decided to torture me even more.

So, within earshot of everybody, she ever so evilly declared; “You know, some people have brains and others have beauty. It’s a pity people like Nusyabah have neither!” I was livid Sadeekun! I was seriously so angry that i felt like smashing something over her head! Even Yusra couldn’t take it anymore and argued that she wanted to go and tell her off. But then I remembered the importance of being patient and restraining your anger. And since I really am making an effort to change my ways and become a better Muslim, i decided to just ignore her. If she throws dirt my way, it doesn’t mean I have to pick up the dirt and throw it back, right? Isn’t it better to just walk away and avoid the dirt and its stench altogether?

But the best part of the day happened immediately after this. While Sumiaya and the others snickered at her dumb joke, Muzaffar, who had been sitting alongside them all along suddenly snapped. “Enough Sumaiya! Dont you think you going a bit overboard now!” Sumaiya looked seriously taken aback. “Oh come on Zafs, we’re just having a little fun here!” she replied defensively. “Well I don’t think it’s fun!” He replied. “In fact, it’s kind of nasty if you ask me! I know for a fact you’ve done worse on much more tests, and nobody went on and on with you!”

My jaw was dropped; like touching the ground! I must’ve looked like a racoon with surprised bulging eyes and a dumb look of astonishment! Did Muzaffar just stand up for me!? Did Muzaffar just reprimand Sumaiya and stand up for me!? Whaaaatttt!!!!

You should’ve seen Sumaiya’s face. I actually felt sorry for her… ok just a tiny bit. She did deserve it anyway. What goes around definitely comes around… Allah works in amazing ways. Ah, my patience surely did pay off :)


>>>WhEn People THrOw StonEs, Don’T thrOw Them BAcK… InStEAd, Use it To build A PrOtEcTiVE wAll.

NarraSated Abu Huraira (RAA): Allah’s Messenger (SAW) said, “The strong is not the one who overcomes the people by his strength, but the strong is the one who controls himself while in anger.” [Summarized Sahih Al-Bukhari, Chapter 28, #2041]

Narrated Jarir bin ‘Abdullah: The Prophet (SAW) said, “He who is not merciful to others, will not be treated mercifully. (Al Bukhari, Volume 8, Book 73, Number 42:)

The Messenger of Allah (SAW) said:
“Verily, Allah will say on the Day of Resurrection: Where are those who love each other for the sake of My Glory? Today, I will shelter them in My shade; a Day when there is no shade but Mine.”
[Sahih Muslim, Book 32, Number 6225]

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16#[THE DIARY OF A SINNER – Season 3]

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Habibati Sadeekun… (Beloved Friend)

Talk about mounting pressure! It seems like the teachers at school are purposely aiming to stress us out so much that we decide to quit before the matric finals beckons us on! I mean really, how does stressing us out help us?! It doesn’t, that’s how!!! Breathe Nusaybah, breathe!!!

I can’t help it Sadeekun, I’m just so frustrated. It’s like the teachers all had a meeting in which they decided to clamp down on us all of a sudden. So not only are they piling on the homework and assignments, not only are they all lecturing on the importance of our future and the outcome of our finals, but they’re also making us stay late for extra tution! Mandatory tution! Yaay, fun times! (uhm… NOT!!!)

At least on the plus side school has gotten ‘socially better’. Yusra and Fareedah somehow make these crappy school days so much better! Today the three of us got to chatting about past crushes. It was so amusing Sadeekun. I bared it all and told them about all my past crushes, and for the first time I actually laughed over the whole Imraan issue. Somehow telling it to the two of them just made the whole issue so much lighter.

When it came to Yusra’s turn she told us all about how she got all serious about a boy she was dating. Apparently things got too heavy and the boy, who she really liked, began expecting too much from her. She told us all about how heartbroken she was when she finally decided to end it. I tell you Sadeekun, I know I shouldn’t judge her, but well, I couldn’t help it. She was my friend you know, and to hear that she was in a serious relationship well, it kind of disappointed me. But well at least she made the right decision in the end. When we got to Fareedah, Yusra and I cracked up so hard discussing her crush on Mr Hassim. Fareedah kept trying to deny it, but well, there was no convincing us as we continued teasing her. Poor Fareedah, she just changed the subject and tried to get back to Yusra and her ex! Too funny.

While we were sitting and having lunch later on Muzaffar casually came to hang out with us! I mean, since when are we friends! Since when does he actually acknowledge our existence!? Not that I’m complaining! As he so ever coolly stalked over, my heart did cartwheels in the meantime. And even though he only sat there for like five minutes making meaningless chit chat, I still couldn’t help feeling excited! Is he finally noticing me? Did our holiday escapades actually have some effect on him? Are the two of us finally making progress? I’m going crazy with all these thoughts. And as he was about to leave he flashed me one of those million dollar smiles! I mean really, he could definitely sell one of those smiles for a million dollars! I couldn’t help staring at him like a giddy girl; you know, one of those stares from the movies when the guy or girl saunters off in slow motion. And as much as I knew I shouldn’t be staring at a non mahram, I really couldn’t help myself!

Anyway, I’m off to bed Sadeekun. I want to go and plan our wedding in my mind. Hahaha! A girl can dream, can’t she?

‘Till next time! Sweet dreams!


>>>WE AlL TEND To jUdGE… EvEN WhEn We Don’T know ThE WHoLE SToRY.

The Messenger of Allah (sal Allahu alaihi wa sallam) said: “One of you sees a speck of dirt in his brother’s eye, and forgets the large spot of it in his own eye.” [Al-Jaami’ as-Sagheer min Hadeeth al-Basheer an-Nadheer by Imaam As-Suyooti]

Narrated Jabir ibn Abdullah (radi Allahu anhu): “I asked Allah’s Messenger (sal Allahu alaihi wa sallam) about the sudden glance (that is cast) on the face (of a non-Mahram). He commanded me that I should turn away my eyes.” [Sahih Muslim]

And the Messenger of Allah (sal Allahu alaihi wa sallam) said: “…the adultery of the eye is the looking (at something which is sinful to look at).” [Sahih Bukhari]

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