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Habibi Sadeekun… (Beloved Friend)

It’s been a week since I’ve started working on site, and I have this feeling like something is just not right. 

Aside from that, as if work wasn’t stressful enough, Apa has been behaving more and more dramatic, not to mention childish. 

I wake up one morning to this being on her whatsapp status:

They say when you have a problem, it’s better to talk about it rather than bottle it up, but women make their own rules. When THEY have a problem, they think POSTING about it is the same as talking about it. Well it’s not! It just makes things worse and frankly, most of the time we don’t give a crap anyway. It just pushes us away even more.

After getting out of bed and relaxing for over an hour, I decided it was time to get going. With Zaid no longer being my roommate, I came to the grim reality that noodles, plain rice or eggs will now be my new staple diet until I get married. 

I decided to take Uthmaan up on his invitation and went upstairs to visit. I knocked at the door and waited for someone to open. While I waited I couldn’t help but notice the crazy view from his floor. My legs went like jelly just looking down. 

“Assalaamu Alaikum Wa Rahmatulahi Wa Barakaatu my brother. How are you man?” Uthmaan said, placing his hand on my shoulder from the back. 

“Wa alaikum salaam, I’m doing OK Alhumdulilah. I thought I’d come visit for a little bit.” I told him. 

“Come come.” he said, gesturing for me to follow him into his place. 

Sadeekun his place was immaculate! The funny thing is, you’d expect more to be in there, given that his house is the size of the entire floor. As a matter of fact, they didn’t even have a dining room table. Uthmaan said he got rid of it in order to get the kids used to practicing the Sunnah of sitting on the floor and eating. It was quite impressive if I must say so myself. 

Uthmaan walked me over to the lounge area. “So is this your man cave then?” I teased, pointing at all the white doilies thrown over almost everything. He chuckled, “Nah man. But whenever I have anyone over, we only relax here. It’s the best place in the house for many reasons. ” “Yeah? And what’s that?”, I asked curiously.  “For one, it’s connected to the balcony and guests usually enjoy the view. Plus this room is more closed, so the kids and my wife have the rest of the house without worrying about anyone seeing them if they didn’t know we had guests over. Then there’s the guest bathroom connected right through here, so there’s no reason for anyone to go roaming. Lastly… There’s a small fridge here, so my wife can relax while I see to whoever I have over… So basically… It’s most convenient.”

Uthmaan seated me while he went to get some refreshments from his small hidden fridge. Although all of that was impressive, what impressed me the most was his consideration for his wife and family first, rather than being a typical husband and feeling entitled, expecting his wife to parade in front of us in order to wait on us. Of course she would’ve had her niqaab on, but I admire the fact that he put her comfort first. This is her home, she shouldn’t need to be uncomfortable in her own home.

“So how’s things bhai? How’s the new job?” Uthmaan asked, handing me a glass of cold orange juice. 

“Eyh bra, I don’t know.” 

“Why? What’s the problem?” 

“See the thing is, I’m doing all this because I want to get permission from my ‘boss’ for his daughter’s hand in marriage.” 

“Oh hoh hoh. Wah Wah.” Uthmaan said in a proper Pakistani accent just to tease me. 

I chuckled, “No man… I’m serious. He says if I can’t handle this, then how will I handle marriage.”

“But see here bhai… You’re happy with this girl as your choice? And she’s happy with you as her choice? And you’ll want to get married?” 

“Yeah of course… I wouldn’t be going through all this crap if I didn’t.” 

“Then what’s the problem? Make Nikah and finish.”

“You say it like it’s so easy bra.” 

“What’s so hard yaar? It’s simple…”

“Her father wants to make sure I’m financially able to support her. Because he can give her anything she wants, he wants that I should be able to as well.” 

“Allahu Akbar! Do you know what Allah says to that? 

Wa ankihul ayaamaa minkum was saaliheena min ‘ibaadikum wa imaa’kum; iny-yakoonoo fuqaraaa’a yughni himul laahu min fadlih; wal laahu Waasi’un ‘Aleem

“Marry the single people from among you and the righteous slaves and slave girls. If you are poor, Allah (SWT) will make you rich through His favour; and Allah (SWT) is Bountiful, All-knowing.” (Surah 24, Verse 32) 

My brother, in this verse, Allah (SWT) commands us to marry the single, righteous man/woman from among us. On top of that, Allah gives us a GUARANTEE that if we are poor or lack the proper funds, still we should not delay the marriage as Allah Himself will take care of the people and grant them bounties from His grace and Mercy. What more can any parent ask for their child?”

“Subhan-Allah… That’s amazing man. But try telling that to her father. He thinks I’m incapable of giving her what he can give her.”

“So he wants you to have wealth over night while he took years to gain the wealth he has today? If he feels you are incapable, then no problem. Nothing is stopping him from continuing to support his daughter AFTER the nikkah. If he loves her and is concerned for her stability, it shouldn’t be a problem.”

“Yeah but, if she is in my house, he expects me to do it. Plus, I want to be able to support her on my own.” 

“Fine. Make nikkah and she can remain in her father’s house until you’re ready to bring her home. Make it halal yaar… This is not good. In fact, it’s actually a BIG sin. See here… Let me send you something. Perhaps send it to him as a kind suggestion.” 

After watching the video, I realised what Uthmaan was saying. Mufti Menk just has a way of putting things in such a way that you see how uncomplicated and simple life actually can be. 

“Thanks bra. You know, my sister has been driving me insane. Nagging me about how wrong what I’m doing is. I know she’s doing it with good intention, but it was pushing me more into an ‘I-don’t-care-anymore’ frame of mind. But when you put it this way, instead of all the nagging… It makes me WANT to listen and follow through. You know what I mean?”

“Don’t be too hard on her. We all have that bad habit of not listening to the ones who are closest to us, even though they are the ones that worry about our well being more than we ourselves do. The same advice can be given to us by someone else and we think the world of it.”

“Hmmm… I think I need to give her a call later.”

“Yes you should. In fact, grab the house phone over there and phone now. Don’t prolong it because shaitaan will only use it to his advantage. Call her. I will be right back In-shaa-Allah. Let me just go check on the kids. Take your time, just make sure you clear the air with your sister.” 

I was stunned Sadeekun. I instantly regretted losing all these years with Uthmaan. He truly is a good friend. I picked up my glass of juice then remembered a dua we learnt in Madressah. 

Dua for the host who offers you a drink:

Allaahumma ‘at’im man ‘at’amanee wasqi man saqaanee.

O Allah, feed the one who has fed me and give drink to the one who has given me drink. 

When I punched in Apa’s number and waited for it to ring, it kept going straight to voicemail. I assumed her battery was dead, so I Whatsapped her instead. 

Me: I’m trying to call you but it’s going straight to voicemail. 
Me: I just wanted to apologize for all the crap I said. I was just under a lot of stress and I didn’t know what to do. So I took it out on you. I didn’t mean it. 
Me: I hope you can forgive me.💐 
Me: I’m going to try and make things better.
Me: I promise.❤️

Just as I put my phone down, Uthmaan came back with a platter full of samoosas and pies. 

“Here bhai… Have.” he said, putting the whole platter in front of me. 

“YOH BRAH! I could feed everyone at my walima with this! So much?!” 

“Don’t worry… Enjoy yaar! First time you came to my house, let me spoil you a little bit.” 

I smiled, taking the saucer he was handing me.

“So have you’ll started with the construction work as yet?” Uthmaan asked while grabbing a saucer for himself. 

“Not as yet. We connected some temporary lighting in the factory so we could start moving things out of the building, but when we got to work the next day, the wires had been cut. I’m just hoping that it’s not sabotage.”

“Sabotage? Why would anyone want to do that? Everyone’s jobs would be at stake.”

“Well I wouldn’t put it pass Naseerah’s father. He would do anything to nail me for something.”

“No man. I’m sure he wouldn’t throw away all the money he is investing, just to prove a point to you. He is a business man after all.” 

“Yeah you’re right. It’s just that all these small things are adding up to big delays. The other day 5 workers quit right on the spot just because they say they hear noises and sometimes they feel ‘wind touching them’. I honestly don’t know what to do. I’m on a 8 month time limit. I just don’t know if we can do it all in time at the rate we’re going at.”

“Wind touching them?” 

“Yeah man. It’s ridiculous. It’s a HUGE and very old factory. You can expect to feel gushes of wind because some of the windows are broken. And the noise they hear is probably the howling of the wind or the echo of the others talking.”

“Just to be safe though, you should read Surah Bakarah in there. You know how bad jinns like living in dirty abandoned places. But READ it huh, don’t play it from your phone like all these youngsters nowadays. They think its the same thing but it’s not.”

“Hmm… I’ll do that. Thanks man.”

Uthmaan and I chatted a bit more and he told me about how a lot of people blame the jinn for ridiculous things but on the other hand, some people don’t take it seriously enough. 

“You need to have a balanced mind and take precautions. Read Ayatul Kursi daily, Read Surah Bakarah when you’re moving into a new place. Constantly invoke Allah’s Protection and guidance with Surah Falaq and Surah Naas. And NEVER ever try to poke around in what’s unseen. If Allah wanted us to be able to communicate with them, he would’ve let us see them. The kids these days don’t realise what they get themselves into when they play these demonic games with their friends ‘just to see what happens’. The result? Suicide after suicide. May Allah protect us and our children.”

It was scary to think about… But he was right. There are 3 types of ways people take it. 

  1. Fear it and blame it for all the bad in their lives, even if it be them having a bad day at work. 
  2. Ignore it totally and pretend it doesn’t exist, no matter how severe the case. Some even going to the extreme and treating it like a joke, taking part in rituals with the intention of proving others wrong about it. Only to result in them harming themselves in the process. 
  3. Believe they exist but avoid making contact with them by protecting themselves with Allah’s name. 

After speaking for a little bit more, I decided it was time to leave. I didn’t want to stay too long because I’m sure Uthmaan, had chores and errands he did earlier in the week so that he could look forward to going out with his family in the weekend. 

Before leaving I made one last dua. 

Dua for your host:

Allaahumma baarik lahum feemaa razaqtahum, waghfir lahum warhamhum.

O Allah, bless them in what You have provided for them, and forgive them and have mercy on them.

I really had such a great time with Uthmaan. I can’t wait for him to visit my place next so I can give him a good time too. I’m glad Allah decided to cross our paths again. 


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20#[THE DIARY OF A SINNER – Season 4]

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Habibi Sadeekun… (Beloved Friend)

When I told Umi about Nusaybah’s dad’s phonecall, the first thing she asked was, “And what about Naseerah?”. “How’d you know about her?”, I asked, puzzled. “Your Maami told me that she thought you two were hitting it off and that Naseerah had been telling Maimoonah how she hadn’t met a guy like you before.”, Umi replied. “You really shouldn’t be playing with girls hearts. I thought you better.”, Umi added. “I’m not… ok, you know what? I’ll explain everything when I see you’ll.”, I told her, then I gave her a list of items I needed from my room to bring along to Durban. Abbu and Umi were to leave on Thursday morning and reach Durban that night. It worked out pretty much the same if they came by car or bus, so Abbu opted for the bus. It’s way more relaxed than sitting behind the wheel with your foot stuck to the peddle in one position for hours at a time.

I didn’t want my boss to think I’m taking advantage of his kindness, so I’d been working double shifts every day to make up for the 5 days leave I was taking. My work was up to date and I even did a little extra to make it easy for whoever was going to replace me for the few days.

When I was officially on leave, I didn’t waste any time. The first thing I did was go out to get gifts for all my future in-laws. Getting Nusaybah’s dad something was easy. I had to choose between a tool kit or this cool gadget- I took the gadget. But getting her Mum something was the most difficult thing I’ve ever had to do! She’d be the only one to convince Nusaybah’s Dad to give me a shot, but with that being said, I’d have to win her over first.

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