NOTICE: Catch Up On Past Seasons

Authors Note: Just want to send a shout out to AK for parts of yesterday’s episode. In the rush of posting, I forgot to give credit. Also… 

A BIG Jazak-Allah for all the love I’ve been getting in the likes, comments and inboxes from you readers across the tdoas social media platforms. It’s just so amazing… I’m truly touched. 

For those of you who aren’t following TDOAS on Instagram or Facebook get following and liking ASAP to join in on future competitions. TDOAS is coming back bigger and better in-shaa-Allah.

My life literally is lived by the second. Just as the plot of the story is unpredictable until the actual moment I’m typing, my life is so unpredictable until I’m actually doing the next task. But my goal is to post every 2nd or 3rd day. But here’s some links to previous seasons to keep you’ll busy in the mean time… 

Here are the exact links to all the seasons for those of you who have missed out on any seasons.

Season 1 – Nusaybah

Season 1 – Sayfullah

Season 2 – Nusaybah

Season 2 – Sayfullah

Season 3 – Nusaybah

Season 3 – Sayfullah

Season 4 – Nusaybah

Season 4 – Sayfullah

Season 5 – Nusaybah

Season 5 – Sayfullah


I’m Back Alhumdulilah!!

Assalaamu Alaikum Wa Rahmatulahi Wa Barakaatu my beautiful readers!

After giving it much thought and consideration, I’ve decided to start writing again, although I haven’t found a co-writer as yet.

In this past two years I’ve grown so much Alhumdulilah and seen so much more than just the straight cut story I had in mind before. And honestly, I’ve been having TDOAS fever for a while now. So I’ve decided to just continue doing what I’ve always loved doing and take up writing again. I was shocked to see that even after so long, there are still readers coming to this blog to view it and even comment. I’m really touched.

As you all know, I myself only have a brief outline of where the story is headed but feel just as you do when reading the blog as when I’m writing it since everything comes day by day. So please feel free to give you’lls ideas and thoughts on plot lines or issues you’ll would like me to address in future episodes.

I’d advise you’ll to just go over season 5 in the mean time since there aren’t many posts to catch up on. I really hope you’ll will be just as excited as I am in-shaa-Allah.

-Admin Ebi

12#[THE DIARY OF A SINNER – Season 4]

{A CIIYF Production}

Habibi Sadeekun… (Beloved Friend)

The fajr Azaan was loud and beautiful. I got up and made my way to the masjid, in hope that I would at least catch a glimpse of Nusaybah’s dad somewhere. She had only showed me what he looked like once, so my memory would have to be super good if I were to spot him. I don’t remember ever seeing him at the wedding, he was probably all over the place meeting his guests.

I made my way to the wudhu khana and washed up. I sat at the back of the Masjid and fidgeted with everything I could touch while everyone waited to start the fardh in jamaat while the others finished up their sunnats. The inside of the Masjid was even more beautiful than the outside. I stared at the beautiful arabic writing on the inside of the Mosque dome, it was so gold and so sparkly. The thought of getting married in this Masjid gave me the tingles. There was a beautiful fountain at the entrance with fish in it. I was not one for deco, but this made wedding ideas come flooding in. Even though we would be having a small wedding, it didn’t mean it had to be dull. For the walimah we could invite everybody from the Masjid for a meal outside in the parking lott. There would be 2 tents outside, one for women and the other for men. The Moulana could marry us inside under that beautiful dome, and we could pose for pictures infront of the fountain. In the tents we could  have round tables with different colour fish in fish bowls, placed on pedestals as the centre pieces. Maybe I should stop now before I start walking, talking and behaving gay!

Anyway… I decided to take a tour of the town so that whenever Nusaybah tells me about her day, I’d know exactly where she had been. I returned to the Masjid for Zuhur Salaah and made friends with the Muazzin and a few little boys. With all my free time, I even helped out around the Masjid. I refilled the water, gathered the tasbeehs and gave a hand during the Madressah hours. I felt like a kid again when I played cricket with the little ones during Madressah break. “Pass the ball Hashim!”, one of them yelled at me. I felt terrible for lying to everyone about my name but I just couldn’t risk it.

I’m starting to doubt that I’d ever see Nusaybah’s dad. What if Nusaybah was lying to me about where she lived? What if that’s why she didn’t want to tell her father, and maybe when I became too clingy she decided to pretend that her father is standing in our way so that she could get rid of me. I just had to know! So I overcame my fear of being chased by Nusaybah’s dad with a gun, punched in the address I had on my navigator and off I went…

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