Journeying: Final Destination: Laila

بسم الله

Part Three of Three…

“Are you ready?” Yusuf asked me, looking at the time.

I glanced up at our bedroom clock. It was nearly two-thirty am. I widened my eyes at him, getting anxious.

“How are we going to get up?!” I asked, panicking.

He grinned at me, ruffling my hair as he walked past.

“Let’s just stay awake,” he said mischievously, turning to look back at me. “For old time’s sake, huh? I’m too excited to sleep anyway.”

I looked at him, warming to the idea. We had pulled all-nighters a lot when we were first married, just talking and getting to know each other, but now that we had two mischievous toddlers to worry about, we simply couldn’t manage without a night’s rest. Thankfully, tonight Yusuf’s mother had said she would see to them, so our time was our’s, just for now. It felt a bit strange to be free of parental responsibility.

Adjusting to life with two kids was quite a mission for us. We had expected to have a child, but two at once was a bit more than we were prepared for! Although it was initially difficult, with all the help we had, Allah Ta’ala had definitely made it easier, and right now, in retrospect, I wouldn’t have wanted it any other way.

One of the most amazing things about being a parent was seeing Yusuf as one too. And as our two grew up, Yusuf and I were faced with things we had never imagined. From carefree and somewhat obsessed newly-weds, we suddenly went to erratic, sleep-deprived parents. Nonetheless, every single thing that we endured as a family made us closer than ever, and just heightened the love we had for each other.

And no, my husband wasn’t perfect, and we had our moments where we just felt like we needed a ‘time-out’, but Yusuf was an amazing father, and as I watched him grow as a father to our kids, I missed my own father more than ever.

“Come sit, love,” he said, glancing back at me, patting the space next to him in the corner of the room.

I zipped my bag and obediently complied, looking forward to what he was going to say. With this great journey that lay ahead for us, I knew he would definitely remind me about what I needed to know. He always said that to keep up our efforts, we had to constantly talk about Allah Ta’ala.

I looked at my husband now, smiling to myself. He never missed an opportunity to open my heart and mind to the wealth of Imaan that we possessed. Even after being married for a few years, I knew that I was so lucky to have him.

And though it had took me a while to realise that Yusuf was so much more than what met the eye, every day I still learnt something new, through him. The path that had eventually led me here was less than admirable, and although Yusuf knew about it, he never made me feel guilty about it. Fareeha had insisted that I come clean with Yusuf about my past, and I did. The two of us were still close, and though I saw her a few times a year, I knew that the bond we shared would last a lifetime. Her advice to me was what got me thinking, and I realised what I had to do.

Yes, everyone got carried away with something or someone at some point in their lives, but how we rise above it and turn it around is what mattered. When we sincerely repent and don’t return to the sin, especially when their is opportunity, Allah Ta’ala’s mercy flows through from all directions. So merciful is our Lord, that if our repentance is sincere, even the recording angels forget about the sins we committed. Knowing this, how could we ever despair of His mercy?

And Yusuf had obviously heard about my silly mistakes in the past, but when he had returned to see me still unmarried, he knew that it was an opportunity for him to show me that there was still hope, despite everything. Even when you feel disappointed in yourself, and hopeless about what may lie ahead, there was still a silver lining out there.

“I can’t believe that we’re so lucky, Laila,” he was saying, as I sat next to him, our knees close together.

I looked up at him, feeling unusually affectionate towards him as he embraced me. He ran his hands through his beard, looking down at me, almost disbelievingly, as he spoke.

“I didn’t think it was possible for us to go so soon, you know..?” he said, shaking his head.

“But Allah Ta’ala made a plan for us. And sometimes we get carried away with everything else, that we forget the One who’s responsible for it all… We forget to make shukar, you know?”

I knew exactly what he was saying. We often got so caught up in this temporary world, that we forget about the One who controls everything. It was Him alone who was calling us for this journey… Awaiting our Labbaik… To call out to Him. It just sent shivers down my spine.

Yusuf looked up at me, and I smiled at my husband now, as he held my hand in his. He was always reminding me about these things, and I was grateful for that. They say that the company of people you keep in the Duniyaa would be who you will end up with eternally, and I prayed for that, as we sat there.

Holy Prophet (SAW) has said, “A person will be with whom he loves.” (Bukhari, Muslim)

The thing was, when you desired Allah Ta’ala, you see Him in everything. You are attracted to what He loves, and find yourself pleased with only that which is pleasing to Him.

Yusuf got up now to engage in Tahajjud Salaah, and I sat for a while, watching him. I loved having the opportunity to do that, once again.

As I had got to know him, it was amazing how much of Sunnah my husband had in his life. And when Yusuf spoke about it, it was miraculous that fourteen hundred years down the line, the words of an unlettered man still had such an impact.

Being of the Ummat of that Nabi (SAW) was an honour that we were blessed with, yet never truly comprehended. It is said that when our Nabi (SAW) went for Mi’raaj, and met the Ambiyaa, even Hadhrat Idrees (AS) longed to be of the Ummat of our Nabi (SAW). Even after being granted Jannah without having experienced Sakraat, he still envied this honoured Ummat.

Such is the status of this Ummat. And if any other religion wanted to imitate their prophet… They really wouldn’t know where to begin. However, we are so blessed, that we can do our actions exactly like the Beloved of Allah (SAW).


It’s proven, even in the west, that this way of life is a means to success… And I had the proof staring at me too, as I witnessed the tranquillity around me.

I watched Yusuf make salaam now as he concluded his Salaah and raised his hands for Du’aa.

Du’aa…. The Du’aa at Tahajjud is said to be like an arrow that never misses it’s target. The pure humility of his posture, as he sat there, brought tears to my eyes as I followed his actions. It reminded me of the first night we had spent together.

At that moment, for a split second, it felt like I was that girl again. I remembered it like it was just the other day, and a familiar feeling descended as I was transported back to that place momentarily, like I was there once again. I remembered the feelings that came with finally being able to find myself, after being lost and enstranged.

But the realisation dawned almost immediately.

That girl was a different person. She had been dancing around in circles, looking for things in the wrong places, before she found the love she had sought. She had been heedless and aimless, seeking contentment where there was none available.

Until it hit her, at a time that she hardly expected.

She finally found what she had been looking for, through the One Who created her.

And it wasn’t beyond anyone’s understanding. Everything has got the ability to perceive, yet we remain blinded out of choice. Our Deen was perfectly moulded for us.

If we wanted love, the Greatest Love that we could ever have was right in our midst, waiting for us to open our heart to Him.

If it was mercy we sought, when we showed mercy to others, the One in the Heavens Above would surely never deprive us of His.

And if we were looking for peace… I’ve found that the only peace that was fulfilling, was the peace that came with turning to our Rabb. The only solace that was worth seeking, was the promise of eternal bliss, that only Allah (SWT) can offer.

Everybody is looking for peace, and the kind of contentment that comes from deep within. Those who used to wake at night to remember their Lord in solitude will be of those first few who enter the eternal abode. Imagine the regret when those who have found peace with their Lord are whisked off to Jannah, and we are left behind?

Rasul Allah (SAW) said: “Richness does not lie in the abundance of (worldly) goods, but richness is the richness of the soul (heart, self).” [Muslim]

And how to find that contentment, was to be happy with what our Lord decrees. To accept that by Him being our Master, we automatically become slaves, in this world of play and amusement. To guard our gazes from that which others possess, bringing appreciation into our own lives and heart. To become rich through the realisation of how much we have been favoured, if only we could count them.

And then, to remember that Allah Ta’ala only gives the ones He loves the knowledge and piety to realise all of this.

And through this peace, will our Lord look at us, and give us the long awaited glad tidings that we strived for.

The world will never be able to satisfy that craving of the heart. It is only our Rabb who can give us peace. If only we knew, and could see what the mind can never imagine… With the sacrifice in this world, He will grant us the eternal rewards.

It is only with that, we earn the greatest victory of all…

“Gardens of perpetual residence; they will enter them with whoever were righteous among their fathers, their spouses and their descendants. And the angels will enter upon them from every gate, [saying],

‘Peace be upon you for what you patiently endured. And excellent is the final home.'” (Surah Ar-Radd: Verse 23-24)


Author’s Note: “And Remind for verily a reminder benefits the believer”(51:55)

So much more to say, that I have no idea if we have done justice to this blog. Sad that it has come to an end too, but we just hope that Allah Ta’ala guides us to take it into our hearts and practise whatever has touched and affected us, even in the tiniest of ways. Make Du’aa for the youth, who are greatly in need of it. 

As a beneficial reminder for us, since we were always so weak, talking about Allah (SWT) is the only way to keep reminding ourselves about Him and His greatness. And though they say that the greatness of Allah (SWT) is impossible for our feeble minds to comprehend, just by looking at and acknowledging the mastery of His creation, we are engaging in some sort of Ibaadat. By introducing Taaleem And Kitaab-reading in the home, hidaayat can flow through our lives, Insha Allah. 

Keep company with the pious, be good to others, make shukar for the small things. Try and remember that this world is not for us. Preserve this Deen and don’t take it for granted. Allah Ta’ala is the only refuge we have, so don’t look for solace with anyone or through anything else.

The lessons are endless, and I wish I could remind us of every one today. After all, it’s no use reading and being inspired if we don’t make amal and put into practise. So take heed, and protect yourself, because at the end of the day, we are responsible for our own Aakhirah.

JazakAllah Khair to all the readers, fans and those who offered advice and and constructive criticism as well. May Allah (SWT) reward you abundantly. Will reply to comments as soon as time allows.

A humble request for Du’aas, as I am greatly in need of them. May Allah accept all our efforts in gaining closeness to Him, and help this weak writer to practise whatever has been said first. May Allah grant us all contentment in this world and the hereafter. Aameen

Allah knows best, but something said by certain Ulema is that in this day and age, with all the fitnah, by following fatwa strictly, and performing the 5 daily Salaah (Masjid for men), our status will be like the Awliyaa, Insha Allah. These times that we live in are said to be worse than those of the period of Jahilliyya (ignorance), so just a little sacrifice and self-restraint can take us a long way. Let’s work on our Imaan, Insha Allah. And like our Nabi (SAW) was brought in to eliminate darkness from that time, his Sunnah is needed to bring the light back into our lives again.

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Journeying: What’s Destined to Be: Shazia

بسم الله

“Next is our turn,” Bilal said to me later that night, as I switched off the lights.

We had been talking earlier about the trip that Laila would be taking, and for the first time in my life, I felt such a deep yearning to be somewhere, I couldn’t comprehend it. We had applied to go for Hajj, but it seemed like our call wasn’t to be for that year.

“I really want to go, Bills,” I said, sighing as I got under the covers. “I feel like it’s what I’ve been waiting for…”

“I wasn’t talking about that,” Bilal said, feeling for my hand under the duvet. “But don’t wait for Hajj to change anything, babe… If you want to do something, do it now.”

He was right. Why wait?

Now that Asmaa was older, I had a lot more time on my hands. I had finished specialising last year, even though Bilal had said it wasn’t necessary. He had given in though, because my dreams were a little different to his. I wanted to provide a service to women, because I knew that it would be a good thing to do. Now, though, instead of studying some more, maybe I needed to commit myself to something that would have eternal benefits.

It had taken me so long to tread on this particular path, but I was glad that I finally felt this way. I wanted to do so many things… To improve myself, and to be the best that I could be. I had always wanted to go into take the bigger steps, like going into Niqaab, but something had always stopped me.

After all, Bilal was always encouraging it. Yes, I had come a long way… But what we sometimes think is okay, is never enough.

I really wanted to make him happy, but most of all, I wanted to make my Lord happy. The only way to show gratitude would be to remain on His obedience. The only way to ensure that He was always happy with us, was to not displease Him in any way.

And right now, I felt like I was ready to do whatever it took. I knew now that when it came to following the straight path, there was no compromising.

“You didn’t ask what I was talking about?” Bilal said, nudging me and breaking my thoughts.

“Sorry… Was just thinking,” I replied, still pre-occupied.

“You were saying you overheard Haseena earlier,” he reminded me, turning to face me.

“Oh yes,” I said, smiling. “I almost forgot… I don’t think I was supposed to hear them. I almost choked when I did. Haseena had always said that Umar’s waiting for his daughter… Looks like number four is on the way.. Can you believe it?!”

“Hmmm,” he said, not really responsive.

“Bilal, are you asleep?!” I asked, getting annoyed.

“No, just thinking how it would be if we had that many,” he replied, sounding serious.

I giggled, finding it amusing.

“You’ll have enough help… And some practice with Laila’s two here!”

After Bilal’s father had passed away two years back, we had moved into the main house. Bilal’s mother was always such a huge help with Asmaa, and I really appreciated it.

It wasn’t like I minded. I knew that whatever was meant to happen, would be, no matter how much I wanted or didn’t want it. It was something I had learnt as I grew in my marriage. It was what Bilal had always reminded me about, when I felt the need to want to control everything.

Tawakkul was what had kept me going… When I was just a little under the weather, losing hope. When I had been literally forced out of my home and kept like a captive by my family, who thought they knew what was best for me, I still had faith that Allah Ta’ala would see me through at the end of the day. When they were planning to completely ruin my marriage, and force me to marry someone else through blackmail, I had felt that all hope was lost.

But Bilal’s words had always stayed with me. The truth was, before I had met him, I had never met anyone like him. I had never come across anyone else who reminded me that no matter what, Allah (SWT) was always there. When we ask, we should ask of Him alone, with no reservations. We should entertain no hopes of anyone but Him.

And the story he had once told me of a robber and how his faith was renewed often came to mind, giving me hope again.

It was a spectacular incident of how a notorious robber among the Kurds stopped to rest, and observed something very strange occurring. There was a bird which he witnessed flying from a tree laden with fruit, to another date palm which was dry and barren. This happened a few times before the man finally decided to investigate.

Much to his awe, as he climbed the other tree, he saw a blind snake lying there with it’s mouth wide open.

The sparrow had actually been putting fresh  dates into the open mouth of the blind snake! That mere sight awakened his conscience in such a way, that he was immediately moved to tears.

He cried unto his Lord, ashamed: “Oh Allah! When this snake, which Rasullah (SAW) has commanded us to kill, became blind, You appointed sustenance for it. And I, who am Your slave and believer in ‘Tauheed’, have been destined to loot the people.’

“At this a voice spoke to him, from within his heart, saying: ‘The doors to repentance are open to everybody, at all times.'”

This robber immediately repented, broke his sword, and left his old ways. His companions had also changed their old habits, as he told them about what had happened.

He had said: “I was led astray and was estranged from my Lord. Now I have made peace with Him.”

And just remembering this story that Bilal had told me with so much of emotion, renewed my faith again. Just those words, moved something within me.

Because at some point in our lives, aren’t we all estranged from our Lord? At some unfortunate time, we look back to realise how dissatisfied and ungrateful we had been with the will of our Lord. Like the blind snake, if Allah Ta’ala provides and takes care of every one of His creation, how could we ever assume that He won’t see to our needs? We turn to everybody else for materialistic and other needs, but how can we ever rely on anyone else to fill our hearts with contentment, when He alone is the Turner of Hearts?

Rasullulah (SAW) says: “If you were to put all your trust in Allah as He should be trusted, He would grant your sustenance, as He does to the birds.”

And now, after everything, and the sunshine after the rain, I had utmost faith in Allah’s (SWT) plan. I had utmost faith He would suffice us, whatever the situation.

I drifted off to sleep that night, after checking on Asmaa, wondering what Laila was doing right now, as the time for their trip approached. As I watched my sister-in-law grow up over the past few, I couldn’t believe how much she had changed, from the slightly overbearing and immature younger sister, to a woman and a wife, completely devoted to her husband and family. Her and Yusuf complimented each other perfectly, and I had always wondered why the two of them took so long to finally get together.

But I realised that the plan of our Lord is always best. Maybe they both needed that time to realise how good they would be together. Indeed, Allah (SWT) is the one who chooses who we are ultimately destined for.

They really deserved this beautiful trip, and I was so happy for them. The atmosphere at their home was just so amazing as they had greeted everyone, and I closed my eyes as I fell off to sleep, yearning to be in their place the following year…



Author’s Note: Last post will be within the next day, Insha Allah.

I know that some may find the story between this particular couple a bit far-fetched, but I chose to share because it was actually based on something that actually occurred. In our harsh reality, though, the ending wasn’t as good. Just an eye-opener for us to realise what is important in a spouse, and what actually happens out there.

May Allah Ta’ala enable us to always make Deen a priority in every choice we make. Aameen.

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Journeying: Destiny Unfolded: Haseena

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Part One of Three…

Another four years later… 

“Has, you think it’s time?” Laila asked, sounding just a little edgy.

“For what?” I asked absent-mindedly, tapping on my phone. I was just a little pre-occupied.

“To say goodbye,” she said, sounding defeated.

I looked up at her from my phone, realising how rude I was being. She was trying to talk to me, and I couldn’t even look at her. Fair enough, I had a bit on my mind right now, but it was no excuse.

“Do you ever stop with that thing?!” she suddenly asked, annoyed.

I shrugged guiltily, putting it away.

“What d’you expect me to do?” I said, feeling bad. “I can’t ignore him.”

“You guys are obsessed,” she complained, frowning. “You’ll are married for longer than us, and you’ll act like teenagers.”

I opened my mouth to defend myself, but realised that I had nothing to say. Maybe we do. I just never noticed.

I wasn’t sure if it was just in my head, but I was already beginning to feel slightly woozy as she spoke.

“So?” she said, looking at me expectantly.

I looked at my watch, realising how late it was. It was way past the kids usual bedtime, and I knew we had to head home soon too.

I smiled when I thought about our home, remembering the first time that we had gone there. It was the one Umar had bought before he left. I had spotted it once while we were together, completely taken in by the sanctity that surrounded it. It wasn’t huge or extravagant, but it was what I had always wanted in a home at that time.

Peace. A yard for our kids, if we would have any… And just the right amount of rooms we would need… Or so I had thought…

“I think so,” I finally said, nodding at her. My phoned buzzed again but I ignored it as Laila looked at me, slightly annoyed.

We walked out together, and I pulled her aside before she would go down, looking at her, realising the enormity of this journey she was taking. I was so happy that they were finally leaving for Hajj, I could barely contain my excitement. Despite the thrill I felt for them, a huge part of me so longed to go once again…. To experience the beautiful journey through a new perspective. It was like a familiar ache, somewhere deep inside. Seeing Laila get everything ready brought back memories that I would never forget.

“Don’t even waste a second of your time there,” I said to her as I hugged her tightly. “And don’t worry about Aa’isha and Ahmad. They’ll be fine.”

She nodded at me, tears welling up in her eyes. Her dainty features were distorted by her grief. Laila had really grown up beautifully in so many ways, and sometimes when I looked at her, I couldn’t believe that she was once my  nerdy little sister.

“I really miss him today, Has,” she said, getting emotional.

I didn’t meet her eye, just held on to her as she wiped her eyes. We remembered Daddy often, but it was on occasions like this that we missed him the most. He always had a wise word or comforting gesture to offer, just to make everything okay again.

But as Allah Ta’ala had planned, our father wasn’t meant to share this occasion with us. As a reminder to us about the temporary nature of this world, and that we will ultimately be returned to our Creator, Allah Ta’ala sometimes wakes us up in ways that take us by surprise. A sudden heart attack was all it took, and Daddy was gone. Although we still felt the emptiness, he was always in our Du’aas and our thoughts.

We headed down the stairs as she went to greet Mummy, and say her final goodbyes. We passed our cousin Tasneem on the way, and I greeted her warmly as she said she was leaving, glad that she finally looked happy after her divorce from Sa’if.

Tasneem had actually married again after she came back, finally gaining the resolve to forget Sa’if, who was never around anyway.

Umar had made sure that justice was served as he was finally caught and arrested somewhere near the border for the murder of the security guard they had found dead at our old apartment block. Both of his brothers seemed to be responsible for some type of petty crimes, and the law was taking it’s course.

Umar had full faith that eventually, all would be set aright.

I was glad that Umar held nothing against my cousin, even after everything that had happened, and we had reached a stage now where we could actually be in the same house without any ill feelings.

As for Umar’s other incident, which he still regretted immensely, he had eventually paid off whatever was due to the guy he had injured at the service station, until he received news of his death. Although sad, it was a relief to know that it was due to natural causes, and not from sustained injuries from the shooting.

Amazingly, even the mistakes that we had made in the past get set right when you have faith in Allah (SWT).

Now, I followed Tasneem to see her out, but before I could get back to the lounge, I couldn’t help but hear a whisper from behind the room door where Sa’ad and his brothers were supposed to be sleeping. I sighed, immediately alerted that they were far from asleep. I always tried not to too hard on them, but with three boys, sometimes the less admirable side came out.

The thing was, with kids, you had to enforce rules from a young age, but more so, teach them about Deen as a priority. I tried, and with Umar’s help, it was an easier task, but I wasn’t sure if I always got it right. With everything opposing Deen surrounding us, it was hard work, but Umar made it a point of bringing his work home.

The work of Deen had an important place at home, and although the man can bring it to the doorstep, it was the woman who brought it into the home. This time, I had to take the disciplinary approach.

“Sa’ad, this is the last time I’m going to tell you’ll,” I started, putting on a stern voice as I pushed open the door. “It is way past your bedtime! If I catch you-”

I stopped in mid-sentence as I saw who the main culprit was. Sure enough, five-year old Sa’ad was up, but right next to him was no-one else but his father, looking extremely guilty.

“Go back to sleep,” Umar whispered quickly to a Sa’ad, as Sa’ad crawled back into bed with Hamza and Abdur-Rahmaan.

Bilal’s daughter, Asmaa, slept on the bed next to them, and Laila’s twins were peacefully asleep in the camp-cot.

Umar looked at me guiltily as he exited the room, pulling me behind him.

I shook my head at him, wondering what the two of them were up to. Sometimes Umar acted like a kid.

“Maulana!” I scolded lightly, my voice slightly raised. I didn’t have to say much else.

“I just wanted him to call you,” he finally admitted, looking down. “You weren’t replying to me.”

I put my hands on my hips, trying to look serious, but I couldn’t help but laugh at him.

“I wanted to check that you didn’t forget me as yet,” he joked, grinning slightly.

I shook my head at him, already losing my resolve.

It had become a joke of sorts now, but when Umar had first returned to find me in hospital, I hadn’t been in a state to recognise him. It was a side-effect of the medication that I had been given, and although he was glad that I was okay as I slowly realised what had happened, till now, he had made it a habit of checking if I still remembered him.

Despite the joke he often made about it, the thing was, when he returned, Umar had expected our life to pick up where it had left off when he got back. However, when everything was such a blur to me, and Sa’ad a constant in our lives, we found it harder than ever to get back to normal.

Of course, I was extremely relieved that my husband was back, but adjusting to him, once again, was difficult. He had changed in many ways after every experience he had undergone, and so had I.

But amazingly, instead of hanging onto the past, we moved to our new home with the hope of starting over, and something in me was revived, once again.

Once again, I fell in love with his efforts in reminding me to always be the best that I could be. His steadfastness and passion for preserving Deen was what captured my heart. His constant efforts in instilling in me the love for our beautiful Deen were a driving force to building our relationship, once again.

Through Allah Ta’ala’s mercy, I felt like there was a new hope for us, and a new bond developed between us as we grew together and as a family. Our family was the one thing that he came home to every day, but it never diverted him from what he knew his purpose was in this world.

As Insaan, we sometimes say that the world means nothing to us, but when we do some real introspection and we lose something of some ‘value’, we truly see how much we are taken in by it’s ornaments. We get carried away when our eyes stray and start admiring what others are blessed with. We don’t find contentment in everything that we have been so mercifully given.

For Umar, somehow, the small bounties were his solace, but they didn’t ever cause him to stray.

Luqman Alaihissalaam said, in his advice to his son: “Barter this world for your ‘Deen’, you will reap the benefits (of the bargain) both in this world and the Hereafter; but do not barter away your ‘Deen’ for the sake of of this world, or else you will suffer the loss in this world and the next.”

And that was the essence of preserving this Deen.

Umar had somehow been able to master it. While I sometimes got carried away with the finer things, my husband was my motivation to become the best that I could always be. He was never diverted, because he realised that being enamoured by this world was a vain pursuit that he reminded me about often.

He had stood boldly before the most fearsome things one could think of, and for that, I knew he would be compensated. Umar was always focussed, and that was the one thing I loved him for, unreservedly. And though he knew that, he often reminded me.

“Keep everyone else you love in your heart, Has… But in your heart of hearts… Keep only Allah Ta’ala. Let Him rule your love.”

And from that, I understood how real love worked.

Umar’s love for Allah (SWT) was what made him who he was, and through everything, I continued to love him with all my heart, for Allah’s (SWT) pleasure. I realised that though he meant the world to me, I didn’t expect it out of him… All I needed was for him to help me to earn a place in Jannah.

“Let’s go home, Has,” he said softly now, pulling me gently towards him as we heard the noise in the lounge escalate.  “We’ll see then in the morning before they leave…”

I nodded as he finished speaking and headed to the lounge, needing to tell Laila that we were off. I walked out,  barely hearing the footsteps going back down the passage…


Author’s Note: Next part of finale will be posted by Sunday, and the final part by Monday, Insha Allah.

I am trying hard to tie up loose ends, but please do pose any questions and I will try and answer if possible. Just to make it clear for the ‘critics’, please realise that the plot was evolving and merely a means of sending my message across. The blog was always informal, and was just meant to serve as light reading with good lessons. To make it Halaal and entertaining, some unnecessary plot twists were added, so please forgive this writer for the drama and mishaps!

Just a friendly reminder to please lower expectations if anyone feels disappointed. JazakAllah Khair to all those who motivate, as this kind of blog, though not perfect, is difficult to pen.

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Mission Sunnah Revival: Sunnah of Sleeping

Assalaamu Alaykum, dearest readers. We hope everyone is in the best state of health and Imaan.

In keeping up with our Sunnah Revival, the next Sunnah we want to introduce is the Sunnah of Sleeping.

We sincerely hope that readers are making an effort to bring these Sunnah into our lives. With the spotlight on Islam once again, and the constant news of defaming our beloved Nabi (SAW), what better way to show our support than to embrace his beautiful way of life?

Ulama have also advised to recite abundant Durood upon our Nabi (SAW). It is the blessed month of Rabi-ul-Awwal, so let’s use this opportunity to send Salawaat and practise upon the teaching on Nabi-e-Paak (SAW).

We will start off with three Sunnah of Sleeping, Insha Allah.

1. Performing Whudhu (ablution) before sleeping

Al-Bara’ bin ‘Azib (May Allah be pleased with them) reported:
Messenger of Allah (ﷺ) directed me thus: “Whenever you go to bed, perform Wudu’ as you do for Salat then (before sleeping) recite: ‘O Allah! I have submitted myself to You, I have turned myself to You, committed my affairs to You and sought Your refuge for protection out of desire for You and fear of You (expecting Your reward and fearing Your punishment). There is no refuge and no place of safety from You but with You. I believe in the Book You have revealed and in the Prophet (ﷺ) You have sent.”‘ Messenger of Allah (ﷺ) added: “If anyone recites these words and dies during the night, he will die on the true Deen, and if he remains alive till the morning, he will obtain good. And make this supplication your last words (before sleeping).”
2. Sleeping on the right
Al-Bara’ bin ‘Azib (May Allah be pleased with them) reported:
Whenever Messenger of Allah (ﷺ) went to bed, he would lie down on his right side and recite: “Allahumma aslamtu nafsi ilaika, wa wajjahtu wajhi ilaika, wa fawwadtu amri ilaika, wa ‘alja’tu zahri ilaika, raghbatan wa rahbatan ilaika, la malja’a wa la manja illa ilaika. Amantu bikitabikal-ladhi anzalta, wa nabiyyikal-ladhi arsalta [O Allah! I have submitted myself to You, I have turned my face to You, committed my affairs to You, and depend on You for protection out of desire for You and out of fear of You (expecting Your reward and fearing Your punishment). There is no refuge and no place of safety from You but with You. I believed in the Book You have revealed, and in the Prophet You have sent (i.e., Muhammad (ﷺ)).]”


 3. Recite the Du’aa for sleeping (and waking)
Hudhaifah (May Allah be pleased with him) reported:
Whenever the Prophet (ﷺ) lay down for sleep at night, he would place his (right) hand under his (right) cheek and supplicate:
“Allahumma bismika amutu wa ahya [O Allah, with Your Name will I die and live (wake up)].”

And when he woke up, he would supplicate: “Al-hamdu lillahil-ladhi ahyana ba’da ma amatana, wa ilaihin-nushur (All praise is due to Allah, Who has brought us back to life after He has caused us to die, and to Him is the return).”

May Allah Ta’ala enable us to bring these beautiful Sunnah into our lives, and make it easy for us to be consistent.

With regard to the next post for Journeying, Insha Allah, I will be posting by this weekend.

I have penned a three-part finale that I think will be better to post over three days and not one, just so that the messages and lessons may have their desired impact. May Allah Ta’ala make it easy for us to take heed of every lesson imparted, and enable me to firstly practise and convey the messages that I feel are so important in today’s times.

I feel like there is still so much left to say, but with the blog ending, I just pray that Allah Ta’ala enables me to touch readers in a way that goes to their hearts, so that their Imaan can improve as a result of the messages on this blog.

JazakAllah to all for their support. I will reply to messages as soon as times allows, and if there were e-mail requests, will e-mail you in the upcoming week Insha Allah.

Request for Du’aas. May Allah Ta’ala accept all our weak efforts.


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Journeying: Stepping Up: Bilal’s New Beginning

بسم الله

Everyone has a plan. Some sort of hope for the future… Or some kind route they know that they want to take.

You plan your life, but at the end of it all, you just never know if that’s the way that it’s going to work out. You never know if that way was the best for you… Until the better things come along.

And then you see that everything comes to pass. After every difficulty, there is twice the ease.

The thing is, everyone craves a life that is without tests and trials, but when we experience them, we begin to appreciate what is in store later on. We realise that what comes after is better… And what we will be rewarded with when we persevere patiently.

And that’s what kept me going… Even when it seemed that the hole I was trapped in couldn’t get any darker. Slowly, you find yourself lifting up, and then, you’re suddenly on top of the world. And who would have thought that I would be here, after being completely lost for such a long time?

The view from here was spectacular. It was mind-blowing.

I gazed down, watching what seemed like the entire world in all it’s craziness.

I breathed in deeply, savouring the crisp air. I ran my hands through my beard, sniffing deeply as I appreciated it all.

I was left in awe of it all, but something in me couldn’t help but think about Jannah. The ultimate victory.

Because I had to remember what came afterwards… The rewards that I had to seek.

Yes, I was ambitious. I wanted good things in this life, and who doesn’t? I wanted to be happy. I craved contentment, looking for it in every avenue before I finally recognised where it all came from.

Because when we worked toward pleasing the One who controlled it all, automatically we secure our salvation in the Hereafter.

‘Verily, the lover submits to his beloved.
When a person falls in love with someone, submission
and obedience to the beloved becomes his habit and
second nature. Disobedience to the beloved becomes as
hard as it unwilling obedience to one whom one does not

And through that love and obedience, if Allah Ta’ala wills, it is then that we are granted Jannah, and here that every desire will be fulfilled … Without any effort.

But, it was also so much more than that too… With that realisation, as we open our hearts and minds towards the truth, we find an inner peace descending, and a richness that cannot be purchased by any amount of money in the world.

That was when you truly become blessed with the best of the worlds. By taking out the love of this world, and remembering what the aim was… I had hit the jackpot.

There can be no success without obedience to Allah Ta’ala, because every single thing submits to His command.

As a Persian saying goes:

“The clouds, the winds, the moon, the sun and
the sky are constantly at work,
So that you earn your living and do not eat in forgetfulness.
The whole creation is involved in working for you in obedience,
The law of justice will not be fulfilled if you fail to obey Allah.

And of course, if you make Him your world, the entire world will become your’s. Every single thing seems to fall into place, only with the command of their Lord.

I took it all in now, inhaling deeply, as the lingering smell of familiar perfume caught my attention. I stood there, not yet turning around, as she came up from behind.

” ‘she asleep?” I said , turning my head slightly towards her, itching to tell my wife about today’s news.

But she was too quick for me. Nowadays, she clung onto every case I dealt with. Of course, this was a special one.

“Did it work?!” she started, not even answering my question about our daughter. “How’s Haseena? What did the other doctor’s say?”

I feigned a forlorn expression, finally turning to face her.

She immediately caught sight of my face, quickly placing both her hands as on my arms, and guiding me towards a chair.

“I’m so sorry, Bills,” she whispered, looking like she was going to cry herself. “Don’t tell me Haseena is…”

I didn’t meet her eye, just looked down as I sat, shaking my head. She placed her head on my shoulder, and as I heard her breathing pattern change, I didn’t want to upset her any more.

I broke into a grin as I looked down at her tearing eyes, lifting her head up by her chin.

“It’s all good, Shaz,” I said softly, meeting her eye. “It was a long shot… But of course, Allah Ta’ala is great.”

The smile that she gave me now was priceless, as she suddenly yelped and jumped up.

She was honestly so excited, and in all fairness, I would have been too.

It was Shazia who had researched the virus that Haseena had contracted, and she who had suggested the new treatment we had administered. With Allah Ta’ala’s help, she had single-handedly pin-pointed everything that was elusive to us. I was so proud of my wife.

She sat down again, grinning from ear to ear, as she lay her head on my shoulder again.

“Alhumdulillah,” was all she said now, as she reached out for my hand.

She held on to it as we sat on the bench, just enjoying the view and each other before our daughter would take over once again.

It was so good to have her undivided attention for once.

“I was thinking,” she said suddenly, breaking the silence. “Since Yusuf is back… Maybe we should invite the new couple over…”

I smiled down at her, knowing where she was going with it. She was right, but after everything, I just felt like I needed my family to myself for a little while longer. After the whole ‘divorce’, people would probably wonder how we managed to save our marriage.

Little did they know that my wife was a mastermind, planning the whole thing in such a way, that no-one would ever guess.

It was true. I wasn’t sure if there was such a thing, but her family thought I was too ‘Islamic’ for her, thinking that they were saving her by removing her from our marriage.

But Shazia knew what was good for her. She took matters into her own hands, somehow gaining independence once again.

In her last trimester, after sending the divorce papers through to comfort them, she managed to fool her family into thinking that she was in labour, and promptly took the first opportunity to escape their clutches when she was supposed to be in hospital. They were still looking for her when she had contacted me shortly afterwards after locating a home for us, assuring me that she would never give up on us. I couldn’t believe it.

And that was where it all started, once again. It was a secret relationship, hiding from the world, but mainly from anyone who could pose a threat to us. We told no-one at first, but after a month of occupying this apartment and finally settling in, I knew I had to introduce my family to my daughter. I wanted them to be a part of my life.

Laila was the only one who hadn’t been home as yet, but if Shazia had her way, it was due to happen soon. I trusted my family only, knowing that for now, we would just keep it between us. I wanted them to know that everything was okay. And right now, with Allah Ta’ala’s help, it was great.

“Oh, I forgot to tell you,” I said suddenly, and she looked up. “Tried to call you, and then I got busy. Umar is back.”


She looked at me, her eyes widening.

“I know, right?!” I said, chuckling. “It’s like the cherry on the top… The icing on the cake… The silver lining…”

“The happy ending, Bills,” she interrupted, smiling at me with her usual smile. “Only, it’s not the end. I had told Haseena that when she had come… She’s going to be okay, I just know it. And Sa’ad is going to love his Daddy.”

I nodded, stroking her cheek lightly as she snuggled up. The afternoon was getting cooler as the day faded away, and I enjoyed the breeze for a few more minutes before I got up to leave for Maghrib Salaah.

I embraced my wife, pecking her on the cheek as I left, just in time to hear a wail from the next room.

“I’m gone, babe,” I said quickly, smirking as I watched her expression change. Even though I knew I had a few minutes, it was always just so amusing to see her get annoyed.

She pulled her face at me, getting up as I held the door open for her. I could hear her soothing voice in the nursery as I grabbed my keys, and pulled the door behind me. I looked back, for a few seconds, just to make sure that I had locked up.

After everything, even though Shazia had assured me that we were safe now, I knew that this chance I was given was no coincidence. I wasn’t willing to risk it.

They say that life doesn’t give you second chances, but as a doctor, I’ve seen many. By far, this was one of the most valuable ones I’ve ever witnessed, and sometimes it took you being down in the dumps, to realise how much you had.

I didn’t appreciate what I had until it was gone. I hadn’t always loved my wife the way I had wanted, and the way that she deserved.

But now that I had finally got it right, I didn’t want to lose it. I didn’t want to even forget about how blessed I was, because what I was given was way beyond what I had ever assumed I deserved. It was a chance to start over, and do it all right. It was a chance to appreciate and be grateful. It was a chance to right every wrong.

And it didn’t take every ounce that I had within me. It was just reminding myself about the favours that I couldn’t deny. It was just a little bit of recognition, when it came to realising Who was in control of it all. It was the effort to always stay on His obedience, no matter what, and be consistent.

Sometimes we have to get lost in order to be found. Sometimes we have to lose a little, to find the Greatest Love we can. And as you stand there looking back, you accept that whatever happened, was all for the best. It made you grateful, and it made you better. Whenever we think we know the future, even for a moment, it can change.

But we have a choice from that point. We can assume the worst that can happen, and live with a regret, or we step forward into the unknown and have faith in the plan of our Lord.

And when we have faith, in the end, everything is always okay.


Author’s Note: Alhamdulillah, we are almost at the end. JazakAllah to all for the constant support, will reply to comments soon. Will try and post the finale during the course of the week, Insha Allah, if time permits, just to round off any loose ends.

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Journeying: Still Soldiering On: Umar Undefeated

بسم الله

Hadhrat Sahl bin Hanif narrates:

The Prophet (SAW) said, “Whoever desired Shahadah with the true intention, Allah will ascend him to the grade of the Shuhadah even if he dies on his death bed.” (Bukhari)

When the time of Hazrat Khalid (RA) came to depart from the world, he said,

“I reached every possible place for Shahadah, but it was written in my fate that I should die on my bed.  In my opinion there is no deed more dearer than my waiting with my horse and shield in the darkness of night, the sky to be glittering due to the rain, waiting for the onset of dawn, so that I can attack the enemy.”
(Al Jihad by Ibne Mubarak.)


“It’s time to leave now, Umar,” Yusuf had said quietly, looking around him at the other beds laden with soldiers. “It’s time to go home.”

I nodded numbly at him, still in physical pain from the blast that had hit us two weeks before.

But that agony was nothing compared to the agony that I felt within me. The regret I experienced, knowing that now, I would never get what I had always wanted. I would never seal the deal that my Lord had promised the Shuhadaa. When the love of Jihaad had entered me, I had always expected that I would die here. But now, as I looked at the reality, I realised that indeed, Allah Ta’ala is the Best of Planners.

My mind blanked out for a few seconds, remembering the past few months. It was like I was suddenly transported to the places that had eventually led me back home.

Life in the confines of a cell was no ball-game. It was torturous. Sleep was a privilege and hope was non-existent. I would bide the time there, just waiting for the next drill. In all honesty, I had thought that I was going to die there.

That was, until the day that we received the bomb threat.

They were trying to move some prisoners out before the bomb hit, but obviously, there was no timing for it. There was no timing for anything. I watched the other prisoners being forced to the front of the building, while they finally came back for me. And it was just sheer luck that I was one of the last few to take. Sheer luck, and the plan of the Almighty.

The entire building seemed to be collapsing, as the first round hit. The shackles on my feet had been removed by another guy, who had somehow got hold of the keys. There were already over a hundred casualties on the bottom floor, and I could feel my blood pump as people were screaming. Screaming and running. Some even crawling, as fast as they were able to.

The guards were trying to confine us, while a few of the free convicts were now calling shots. Honestly, in that situation, no-one knows who to follow, but somehow, only with utmost faith, my mind had remained focussed. And as a bare minimum of us somehow made it through the last of the rubble that seemed to never end, we finally collapsed on the ground, exhausted. Tired. Completely devoid of life.

The ground still shook beneath us, but we held on, crawling as far from the dust as possible. I couldn’t believe that I had actually escaped the final fall, although somewhere along I had suffered a few injuries. I could feel the impact on my body, even as I eventually managed to sit up and look around me. Had I actually been saved? Who were these people, who were so concerned about the Mujaahideen, that they would help a foreigner escape?

I looked around me again, even as I lay on a tattered mattress later that night. I truly admired these people. How was I ever going to leave the influence of their faith?  Their aim was only one, and those were the ones who were the true Mujaahideen, and who would die as true Shuhadaa.

“By the One in Whose Hand is my soul, no one is injured in the Path of Allah – and Allah knows best who is truly wounded in His Path – except that he comes (with his wound) on the Day of Resurrection, its colour the colour of blood, and its scent that of musk.” [Muslim and Ahmad]

Their love for Deen was on an entirely different level. Their vengeance and thirst for martyrdom was unmatched. But more important than anything else, their concern was nothing like I had seen before. Those people, who contained that genuine concern for others in their heart were few and wide. Even though I couldn’t compare, through everything that I had faced in my life, I knew that there still had to be hope for me as well. As I witnessed miracles around me, I came to realise that maybe I could learn a little bit from what I had seen here.

A man in a Masjid, not even speaking the language, was asked to perform Tashkeel, and invite others onto the path… To go out for the spreading of Deen. Now, without knowing the language of the people, but understanding the true significance of what he was asked to do, he was completely moved by emotion as he stood up after the Salaah.

He stood up, completely overcome with emotion. He spoke, while his eyes shed tears of utter concern and encouragement, and in the few audible words that he spoke, the entire congregation stood up, ready to head out in Allah Ta’ala’s path.

It was completely unheard of.

It was completely unknown for this to ever happen. For an entire congregation to commit themselves, but it happened. Because of this one man’s fikr, and the pureness that existed within him, people were moved merely by his words that they probably didn’t even understand.

And by seeing this, I realised that sometimes it didn’t take every ounce of strength within you, to show your love for Deen. When my body felt like it had endured just about enough, it came to me that maybe, just maybe, there was another path that I could take. One person, who really cared about Deen, could make a difference.

And when I had finally come home, after learning that Yusuf had come for me, I knew that my path would be altered. As I came back home, I realised how much had to be done back here… How everything that happened had it’s Divine wisdom.

Because when I reached here again, I quickly came to terms with what the work of Allah Ta’ala was about.

Yes, my heart still contained the love for Jihaad, but what I noticed around me was that we were devoid of the love of Deen. Maybe we prayed, or maybe not, but our hearts contained no real feeling. Our hearts were barely swayed by the word of our Lord.  The words we uttered in the minimum Ibaadat that we did were far from sincere.

The thing was, it killed me inside that my weak efforts were not rewarded with the ultimate sacrifice. After everytthing, I wasn’t chosen to be one of those who would die for Deen, but maybe, I hoped, there was another, greater plan for me.

I had lived with the notion that there was nothing much else I could do back home. But through guidance… No one was beyond hope.

And there has to be a group of people from among you who call towards good and prevent from evil. (Qur’an: 3:104)

And so, as I sat up that day, I realised that this was it. That was the day that Allah Ta’ala  had chosen me for another cause, and I had to put myself out there. Some people had the effect of changing others, using just a few words.

And in returning from Jihaad, I knew that the rewards were just as great. I had to keep up with my fervour, because now that I was home, I had other responsibilities.

Other responsibilities, it seemed, that I didn’t even know about.

I looked up from where I sat, just a little lost in thought, watching Yusuf walk towards me. My mind was too consumed by everything else to even concentrate on what was happening, but before I knew it, there he was, holding a baby in front of me.

He greeted me briefly before turning the little guy towards me.

“Who’s this?” I asked, lightly stroking the baby’s cheek.

“Meet Sa’ad,” Yusuf said. “He’s your… Erm…”

He trailed off, looking at me expectantly. Sa’ad put two fingers in his mouth and started sucking on them, whilst he eyed me out. It was like he was trying to figure out how to handle me.

I looked at Yusuf again, not understanding him. It couldn’t be his son. He had told me that he had just tied the knot recently. Unless…

“Don’t tell me he’s yours?!” I asked incredulously.

I looked back at Laila, who stood a few metres away, wondering how she could have accepted it. Had my brother lost his marbles and his respect while I was gone?

I didn’t even notice Yusuf grinning at my expression. I couldn’t believe that he was actually married.

“He’s your son, bru,” Yusuf said, catching me unawares. “He’s yours.”

He held Sa’ad out for me, but I instinctively took step back.

My son? I had a kid? How…?

I took a few more steps back, finding myself stumbling over the bench behind me.

I was so tired. I wasn’t even sure if any of this was real. What was happening to my wife? Was I really home? Who was this kid, looking at me with so much of expectation?

I looked back at Yusuf from where I now sat, blinking back my emotions.

“Umar,” he said, coming forward. “Are you alright, bru?”

I nodded, taking in my son. I had a son. I had to act like a father, not an idiot.

Haseena and I had a son together. I couldn’t believe that she hadn’t told me that she was pregnant. In all fairness though, maybe at the time, it was all for the best.

I took a deep breath, held out my shaking arms, and took him into my lap. I gazed at him for a few seconds.

I couldn’t help but stare, because the whole situation was just so unreal. He didn’t respond to me, but I was glad that at least he didn’t cry. I honestly couldn’t digest that I was actually a father. I couldn’t believe that I had come back to this awesome responsibility.

I looked up suddenly, sensing someone approaching me.

Bilal was entering the wards as he caught sight of me, almost doing a double take as he passed. He looked from Yusuf to me, and back again at Yusuf, before finally approaching us.

“What the…?” his voice was strained as he spoke, as he stared at us.

He was obviously overcome with emotion, and I handed my son over to Yusuf as I rose and greeted him. I had heard about his divorce, but I was glad that he looked okay.

I had missed my brother-in-law.

It was like he actually clung onto me for a few seconds before he stepped back, and I swore I saw tears in his eyes.

“You’re alive, bru?! You’re actually alive?”

He shook his head blindly, and I grinned at him, wanting to laugh.

“I know, I know,” I replied, understanding his reaction. “I just have a habit of doing this.”

He shook his head at me,  then gestured to the wards.

“Come see your wife,” he said quietly, moving me aside. “She needs to know you’re back, even if she just sees you from afar. We’re trying some new treatment for her, to build her immune…”

He trailed off there, not going into detail. I understood what was happening. A virus was attacking the immune system. Her immune was weak, so that’s why I couldn’t go in. That’s why she was so weak.

I nodded, glad that I would finally see her. After all, she was the only thing that had driven me back here. She was the only reason that I longed to come back home. To her.

But now, as I looked around, I realised that there was so much more for me. I glanced back at my son, who was looking at me with a knowing glance, realising that I was finally home.

I had faith. I knew now that no matter what happened, and how this all worked out… Everything was going to be okay.



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Journeying: At Long Last: Laila

بسم الله

I was speechless for a few seconds, as I tried to convince myself that he was really here. I almost couldn’t believe it.

“You’re home,” I said almost inaudibly, finally sitting up.

I rummaged around blindly, looking for my spectacles so I could see him better. I tried to neaten myself a little bit before he realised what a mess I looked like, but it was already too late. He grabbed my hand, stopping me from adjusting my hair.

“Leave it,” he said to me, with a small grin. “You look cute. Like the old you.”

I blushed a little, feeling really self-conscious as he sat next to me, taking my hand.

I sometimes forgot that Yusuf knew me in my less admirable days. I felt like that teenager, once again. Just remembering it made me cringe a bit.

“So,” he said, with a mischievous glint in his eye. He was definitely eyeing me out as I shifted around. “Did you miss me?!”

I almost laughed as I thought of what he was asking. If only he knew. It had been a difficult past few days, when I felt his absence more than ever. But I wanted to have some fun.

I shook my head stubbornly.

“Not at all,” I said, sounding serious.

He grinned at me, immediately taking me into his arms. I felt lost for a moment, but unimaginably safe. It was strange, but his was such a familiar scent.

“I missed you,” he whispered to me, and I could feel his grip tighten as he held on to me.

The tears were on the verge of escaping, just from sheer gratitude of him being here, when a tiny voice sprung us apart.

I looked down to see Sa’ad sitting up and looking at us, also seemingly shocked. He looked more like his father and uncle now, than ever before. I reached forward to bring him onto my lap, and Yusuf promptly took him from me, embracing him with the same strength that he had embraced me.

“How’s my man?!” He asked affectionately, as Sa’ad looked up at him with a smile, despite it being the early hours of the morning.

Sa’ad recognised Yusuf well, and immediately lay his head down on his chest. They were just so cute sometimes.

The moment didn’t last long, as Yusuf  looked at me seriously now, his expression changing.

“How’s Haseena?”

I shook my head numbly, getting up. I couldn’t seem answer him for a few seconds.

I shrugged and sighed, emotionless. I was sure that his mother had told him about what had happened. Or more so, what wasn’t happening.

“Allah Ta’ala will take care of it,” he assured me, trying to comfort me.

I nodded back at him, so glad that he was back again.

It was just what I needed to get my spirits up again. Of course, I knew that Allah Ta’ala was always there, but when your spouse and support reminded you of it, it was truly invaluable. I was so glad that Yusuf did that, because I had never considered that as a priority for me when I had thought about marriage previously. Right now was when I realised the importance of it… For both a wife and a husband to have the quality of Taqwa in them. A particular story always stuck with me

It was a beautiful, but well-known story about an incident that happened during the Khilafat of Hazrat Umar (RA) that had an even more amazing conclusion. Many know the incident of when he was doing his usual secret rounds to see the true condition of the people and he heard a conversation between a mother and daughter. The mother was telling her daughter that she was making very little profit selling the milk and that when she was little they used to add some water to the milk to increase the profit. The daughter replied that now that they are Muslim, they cannot cheat.

The mother tried to reassure her that it was okay to add some water, but the daughter responded by saying that they must follow the Islamic injunctions.

The mother retorted that neither the Khalifa or his officers would find out, so no harm, but the daughter refused to budge and said something to the effect of:

‘…how can we escape the notice of Allah and our own conscience?’

The attitude and piety of the daughter impressed Hadhrat Umar (RA) greatly, and he ordered a man to purchase some milk from the girl the following day to see if water had been mixed with it. When he found out that the girl had kept her resolve despite the urgings from her mother, he was adamant that she should receive a reward.

Hadhrat Umar (RA) then brought the mother and daughter to his court, and turning to his own sons, it is reported that he said:
“Here is a gem of a girl, who would make a great mother. I desire that one of you should take this girl as a wife. I know no better bride than this girl of sterling character. In the matters of wedlock, it should be the character and not the statue in life, that should count.”

And that was what had to matter to us too. That great advice is completely disregarded, although we know that the piety of a spouse should be our main priority.

It is reported that his third son, who was unmarried, offered to marry the girl and the milkmaid became the daughter-in-law of the Khalifa.

But, it doesn’t end there.

Amazingly, one of the products of that marriage was the great Hadhrat Umar bin Abdul Aziz (RA). This grandchild of theirs became a great Khalifa of Islam and was renowned for his piety and simplicity. It is said that if ever there was a noble Caliph after the first four Rightly guided Caliphs, such a man was Umar bin Abdul Aziz (RA). He inherited the noble qualities of the milkmaid who married the Caliph’s son, and those of Khalifa Umar Farooq (RA), who had the eye to discern the nobler qualities of sterling character in a poor girl.

It is an outstanding incident which shows the importance of looking for those qualities when choosing a partner. And I looked at my own spouse with so much of gratitude, even though I wished that somehow I too, could also be of a little benefit to him.

“Thanks for being here… at home,” Yusuf said softly, as Sa’ad fell asleep again. “It means a lot to me, Laila.”

I looked up at him, not expecting that.

I had just done what I thought was right. This was my new home after all… Even though Yusuf wasn’t there, I wanted it to still feel like home. Sometimes a small gesture really did go a long way. My heart swelled a bit, content that at least my husband was happy with something that I had done.

He smiled at me appreciatively as we put Sa’ad down so that he could leave for Fajr. I too, read my Salaah and waited for him to come back. Instead of catching up on his sleep, as I expected, he looked at me expectantly.

In all the excitement, I had actually forgotten to ask him how everything went. Did he find out what he needed to?

“Let’s go,” he said suddenly, before I could ask him anything else.

I looked up at him, slightly confused.

“To see Haseena,” he said to me, matter-of-fact.

I looked at the time. I really wanted to see my sister, but it was just a little bit early. I wasn’t sure if they would let us in.

I gestured to Sa’ad, wondering how we were going to move him now that he was asleep.

“We’ll take him with, love,” he said nonchalantly.

I shook my head at him.

“But they won’t let him in!” I argued.

Yusuf placed a finger to his lips, gesturing for me to just take him.

He was adamant about it. I dressed quickly and let Yusuf pick him up while we walked to the car. I wondered about Haseena as we got in, hoping that there had been some improvement from the previous day. I had made plenty of Du’aa, but of course, only what was meant to happen, would happen. I had hope in the favours of my Lord, but I knew that I shouldn’t be despondent if things weren’t good all the time.

“You okay?” Yusuf asked as we reached the hospital, lightly touching my hand. He looked genuinely concerned, especially because I was silent the whole trip. Sa’ad was still asleep, and I didn’t want to wake him.

I nodded as we got off, and walked through the hospital doors. I looked at the mass of people around me, a little bit in awe of the activity here. Everything seemed to be going in fast-forward, and I took a step back as we entered, mentally preparing myself for anything unexpected. My eyes had already adjusted to the fluorescent lighting, and I tried to cover Sa’ad up as he shifted around, disturbed by the noise and activity here. He sat up and watched silently, wondering where he was.

It was a really bad idea to bring him here, but I didn’t want to upset Yusuf, so remained silent. Little did I know, Yusuf had an entirely different reason for doing so. It was only when we got to Haseena’s floor, that it all clicked. I honestly could barely believe what I was seeing, but I knew that this time, I was definitely not dreaming.

A figure sat hunched over on the bench outside the ward, looking just slightly defeated, as he waited there. I had no idea what he was waiting for, but my own heart raced as I thought of everything that this would bring with it. He looked up as we approached, catching sight of Sa’ad in my arms.

Yusuf took Sa’ad from my arms slowly as I stood there, just a little in shock. I stood back, watching in complete awe.

This was one meeting that I really had to see.


Author’s Note: Insha Allah, I will try and post again on Thursday. 

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بِسْمِ اللهِ اَللّهُمَّ إِنِّيْ أَعُوْذُ بِكَ مِنَ الخبُثِ وَ الخَبَائِثِ

In the name of Alllah, O Allah, I seek your protection from male and female devils.


غُفْرَانَكَ اَلْحَمْدُ لِللَّهِ الَّذِيْ أَذْهَبَ عَنِّيْ الأَذّىَ وَ عَافَانِيْ

O Allah. I seek your forgiveness. All praises are due to Allah who has taken away from me the discomfort and granted me comfort.











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