Monthly Archives: October 2010

Fortune-Telling!! Am sure everyone knows about this one, people don’t take this thing very seriously and the serious thing is when Muslims don’t take this seriously and gets involved in this.

Some Muslims would not know how visiting any “fortune-teller” can destroy their good deeds as well as cause Allah Almighty to be angry at them, they don’t have knowledge about how big sin it is to show anyone their hand, make a parrot or any other bird  pick an envelope for them which will decide their “destiny”  N so on. Unfortunately those who knows how sinful it is even they would be attempted to try this out, just for fun they say, But unfortunately they destroy their Imaan N their Amaal with this thing be it done seriously or “just for fun”  – Imaan is way to serious to be taken so lightly that one can do anything “just for fun” who knows this “fun” might throw one out of Islam and they won’t even know. Indeed, the greatest loss it would be.

The Prophet [p.b.u.h] said: Whoever goes to a fortune-teller and asks him about anything, his prayers will not be accepted for forty days.[Al-Muslim]

Forty days!!! For 40 days they risk their prayers not to be accepted, Astagfirullah! Imagine, when even one prayer is not been accepted, let go for forty days. And for what? Just to ask someone about what is gonna happened? A Muslim needs to have Imaan in Allah’s words N Allah says:

Ae Ibn-e-Adam, Aik teri chahat hai aur aik meri chahat hai, Hoga to wohi jo meri chahat hai, Haan agar tune saapurd kardiya khud ko uske ko meri chahat hai, to main tujhe woh bhi donga jo teri chahat hai. Aur agar tune mukhalfat ki uski jo meri chahat hai to main thaka doonga tujhe us mein jo teri chahat hai, phir bilakhir hoga wohi jo meri chahat hai.

When this is said then there is nothing left I believe, what’s the point in even wanting to know what’s gonna happen or how it will happened all any believer needs to do is to submit himself to Allah with the being . Beside, NO person on earth can tell anything, ONLY Allah Almighty knows the secrets of tomorrow. Silly are people who fall into the trap of  “fortune-tellers”, No doubt their master is none other then our Khulla enemy shaitaan.

Very unfortunately I have seen how some people would use fortune-cookies, ask fookey pookey baba for stuff, not to mention believing in horoscopes, reading magazine and then from there read about the “How will Your next week be” section, Astagfirullah, Astagfirullah Allah the merciful forgive us all, those who even have been doing such N give hidaiyat to do Touba for those still into such things. It is not only HARAM it’s SHIRK,  N  if death comes N  not having the chance to repent [doin Touba], one needs to know Allah can forgive anything with his Mercy but Mushrik [The one doing Shirk] will not be forgiven.

The Prophet [p.b.u.h] said: Whoever goes to a fortune-teller and believes in what he says, has disbelieved in that which was revealed to Muhammad [p.b.u.h]. [Abu Dawud]

After this last hadith, there is nothing more for me to say about how sinful and harmful this thing is to any Muslim and his/her Imaan!  Allah the greatest have mercy upon all of Muslemeen N Muslemaat! [Ameen-sum-Ameen] :-)

Dear Mum,

It’s been exactly 1 year since you went back to your creator because of cancer. I  remember still like it was yesterday when the doctor said that you don’t have more days left and when I came and told you about it I started with saying “You do believe Allah na ammi, that whatever happens it happens for a reason and of course no one can decide when the time is up apart from  Allah himself”

And you knew what I was about to say, but the thing that I could notice from your face was the sadness of not being able to see your only daughter of age 12 growing up under your love and care. I could sense although I don’t know the awful feeling you might be going through to not being able to be there for the wedding of your eldest son which was being arranged during your last week of being in this world.

What was going through your mind mum when you were so ill and couldn’t make it to my in-laws because of your health when we went there to talk about asking them for the hand of their daughter? When we returned to the hospital you were smiling, but later on you bursted into tears saying to me that this was the day I was waiting for since you were born, that’s what every mother dreams of, the day when she is to bring home a bride for her sons. And so unlucky am I that I couldn’t even sit straight on this

day. But the thing that I was content with was that you were told by the others that the girl is lovely and reminded them of you. That made you smile and you said with pride, “I knew my daughter would be nice because I never did injustice to anyone, I will show everyone how to treat a daughter in law”

That was the comfort you gave to yourself and I backed it by saying, “Of course, a lovely mother in law will never get a bad daughter in law”  The days passed and you said you dreamt that you had a week left somehow and you had tears rolling down your cheeks. I said “Come on Mum, that doesn’t happen such, you can’t know when you are to pass away, you are to stay with me and be with dad and all of us and see the youngest daughter wed as well and play with your great grand children” But somehow you didn’t  find that comforting and just smiled, as if you are saying “Who are you fooling my son?” hmmm

I went to every mosque and had them pray for you, asking them to ask Allah if your time has come just make it easy on you. Just be gentle with my mother. And when I ran all over to gather “zamzam”, the holy water. I told you to drink this from now on and not the regular water. And you were so innocent when I used to come to the hospital you were like “I told your aunt that if there is anyone who can make me eat something for the sake of my health it’s you, you always force me to eat saying if you don’t eat you can’t fight it” then you laughed and deep inside.. I cried, because I didn’t want to notice your health deteriorating, all I was seeing was a mother who gave me life, a mother who held me in her arms when I used to be ill, a mother who once admitted me into a school when I was 8 and I ran out of school and followed her all through the city back home and I could clearly hear you saying to grand mother “I hope he is ok, I hope he has eaten” May Allah grant you with Paradise my dear mother,
you deserve nothing less than that.

When I used to feed you in your last few days, the thought of you doing the same to me when I was young broke me into pieces. I remembered a day when we were back home on the rooftop and I was around 6, and all of a sudden I had a seizure due to the high fever. And you were frightened to death and held me in your arms and covered me. I still remember the cry and your words comforting me saying “It’s ok, I am here, it’s ok I am here” … I was saying the same to you when you were teary mum, I was there…
I was in the mosque and got a call from dad saying “hurry up, mum is not well” I took the train and was there in a few minutes. My heart was pounding and I wanted to hold back my tears in the train, but somehow without realizing the world around me they kept on rolling down my cheeks, i couldn’t wait to reach the hospital, and when I did I saw dozens of family friends in the room and the ladies were all sad and crying.

You on the other hand were in some kind of a coma although you were making signs with your hand, and I knew what you were saying. You wanted to be covered since there were others there too. That is my mother, on her last few breaths but fearful of Allah. I had them cover you and was furious, made them all get out of the room and kept on saying “Why why are you all doing this, why , she is awake and she is well why are you all here and talking so loud saying she is no more, how can you all be so rude”

They all went out but returned when dad let them in again. I called the nurse to get the ambulance over but she wouldn’t hear out saying it’s nothing they can do, I kept on knocking on her door again and again and forced her to call ambulance as soon as possible and said if something happens to my mother because of her not doing her job it will not end up good for their sake.

She called the ambulance, and three ladies came and picked you up and transported you into the ambulance onto the bigger hospital. I sat in front and told the driver lady that this is not my mother she is my world, my universe. Please drive fast I can’t lose her, I am going to get married next month, I can’t do anything without her. The two nurses sitting in the back of ambulance had their heads tilted inwards and they also were teary saying don’t worry, she will be ok.

We were at the hospital and you were put into a room. Dad, and aunt were with you. I came back for a while with the brothers. Then I got a call around 3 in the morning that she is not well. I woke up a brother and drove as fast as I could to the hospital. With strange thoughts in mind I still had hope.

When I came there I saw you still in the same state, totally not knowing where you were, and eyes tilted elsewhere and you kept on saying something with your lips. The tongue was a bit hard due to the mouth being open and I sensed it and asked the nurse if I could give you water. She goes yes you may, she gave me cotton buds and I made them a bit wet and put them in your mouth to moisten your tongue and lips. You bit on the cotton bud and wouldn’t let go, I was scared that it will go into your throat and stop your breath, I held it back and you let it go. Then again I wet the cotton bud and wet your lips because they were so dry and i sensed you gulped a little as if you were waiting for some water.

The thought that went through my mind in those few minutes was, That here lies my mother, the one who gave me birth, the one who went through so much pain in  bringing five children to this world, had a life that was full of tests of all types and here I am giving her the last few drops of water.. am I doing something to repay her love and care? No I can’t.. I never could. The nurse said that we would have to remove the machines that are connected to her since she won’t need them. I broke down and said you can’t do that, and she said “The blood flow in her body will automatically leave rest of the body and only allow brain and heart to function for a while before…..” and she stopped because I said I don’t want to hear it.

She took them off and I held your hand and felt it, the nails were little blue but my hope was still young and positive. I started crying, wondering these are the hands that held my hand when I fell down million of times. These are the hands that have no feeling left, I kept on rubbing them asked my little brother to hold the other and had my aunt rub her feet. Innocent thought struck my mind that maybe if we rub your hands and feet the blood will flow back. But then again, does a mind work properly when your whole universe is dissappearing right in front of you?

I kept looking at you and my brother was watching your beautiful face and crying. Then unknowingly I was seeing your breath having a longer pause between the last. I kept on praying and rubbing your hands and kept on saying next to your ear,

“I am here…I am here”

I sensed a little twitch on your eye brow as if you said “I know my son, I know you are here”

And then after a few seconds my little brother says

“Mum is not breathing, mum is not breathing”

and he started crying..

I knew that very second mum that life from now onwards will not be the same because no one will ever pray for my safety and my health like you did, now if Allah puts me in pain or hurdles, no one has the pain in her heart like you would have.

Mum, you were my angel and always will be. May Allah grant you the most beautiful place in Heaven.

Until we meet again,

Your son!

I often wonder how life would be if Mum was alive. But since she isn’t I guess have to accept what Allah had planned because he knows how to deal with things and decides our future. I often wonder how would my married life be if mum was alive. Would it be different? Would wife complain to mum about silly things I do sometimes? Or mum would say something to me like “hey don’t mess with my daughter”  .. i wonder!

But what I am thankful for is a companion who has shown me the true meaning of life, a person with whom I can really pray and ask Allah for forgiveness. A person with whom I really understood the value of what brothers and sisters are, and how I should respect and love my father. My father had done lots for the whole family, since ages. But I guess like most “guys” I didn’t see the value of him since lately. And thanks for wifey, I talk a LOT MORE to dad, have a wonderful relationship with my brothers and my sister. Sadly some times we see women separating husbands from their families, but in my case I was lucky that my wife made it possible that I come even more closer to my family.

We are both devoting majority of our time to learning more and more about Islam. We talk about issues concerning Islam in whole and situations that can be solved in the light of the beautiful religion. Would I want it to be different? No, I wouldn’t. Because if you are reading this as a Muslim and still haven’t had the “lightning bolt” thrown at you from Allah then you won’t understand how important it is that we keep relations with people because of Allah, and we disconnect from people “because” of Allah. I have no compassion in my heart for anyone who feels that the term “moderate Muslim” means, besharam Muslim. Sadly running the CrazeFM.com radio was one of the things I wish I never did, although I learnt a lot from it. Songs 24/7 and doing radio show to promote Bollywood nonsense was a big mistake. The same time I could have devoted to Allah and Quran.

I thank Allah for my family, and my wife for making me realize that my family is more important than ANYTHING else in the world. May Allah give all a wife with such values.

I used to see my mum’s prayers heard before as well, and now I am sure her prayers are heard. Because I have someone who she would have loved as a daughter in law.

Thanks Mum and Thanks Wifey!