Read and name the story(moral lesson)

Samira worked at a meat distribution factory. One day, when she finished with her work schedule, she went into the meat cold room (Freezer) to inspect something, but in a moment of bad luck, the door closed and she was locked inside with no help in sight.

Although she screamed and knocked with all her might, her cries went unheard as no one could hear her. Most of the workers had already gone, and outside the cold room it’s impossible to hear what was going on inside.

Five hours later, whilst Samira was on the verge of death, the security guard of the factory eventually opened the door. Samira got miraculously saved from dying that day.

When she later asked the security guard how he had come to open the door, which wasn’t his usual work routine.

His explanation: “I’ve been working in this factory for 35 years, hundreds of workers come in and out every day, but you’re one of the few who greet me
in the morning and say goodbye to me every night when leaving after work.

Many treat me as if I’m invisible. Today, as you reported for work, like all other days, you greeted me in your simple manner ‘Hello’. But this evening
after working hours, I curiously observed that I had not heard your “Bye, see you tomorrow”. Hence, I decided to check around the factory. I look forward to your ‘hi’ and ‘bye’ every day because they remind me that I am someone. By not hearing your farewell today, I knew something had happened.
That’s why I started searching every where for you.

Moral Lesson to reflect upon: Be humble, love and respect those around you. Try to have an impact on people who cross your path every day, you never know what tomorrow will bring. Let this story be an inspiration. Let’s share to inspire others; someone else shared this to inspire me…
Jumat kareem

How will your soul look like?

This is a very interesting view…have we ever thought abt how our soul would look like if we could take a pic of it?

Really lets sit for a minute and envisage it.

Suicide On Birthday

*Alhamdulilah tomorrow I will be a year older, I thank almighty Allah for sparing my life.

I decided to write this story to give hope to the hopeless and make them see that suicide is never an option, no matter what.*

Tomorrow would be my birthday, I would be turning 19 years. I stared at myself in the mirror in my bathroom after just taking a shower to calm myself. I found myself calming myself these days, trying to keep myself from ending my own life!

The question would be why would a pretty, honest and intelligent girl like me want to kill myself….why? To be honest there are about a billion reasons, but adding it up together Its because I’m depressed.

My life wasn’t going the way I thought it would go, it wasn’t…and everyday it got even worse. I once had hope, I once believed in it but recently it feels like the last smoke of hope had found its way out of me.

Tomorrow I’ll do it, tomorrow I’ll commit suicide, I will go away from this earth where everyone hates me and go to heaven. The angels will smile at my arrival, they’ll embrace me and show me love.

I need to do this’ I repeated to myself.

My family expects me to come home this evening. I’m a level 300 student of medicine. And stayed off campus.

Maybe they won’t feel my absence when I go. Maybe when they come tomorrow and see me hanging lifelessly from the fan they won’t really feel too sad. If it were to be my elder sis, if she was the one that something bad happens to, they’ll cry a river for the rest of their lives.

I must kill myself!

That evening I went to the nearby market n bought a rope. I had initially tot of stabbing myself, but chances are that someone might come and rush me to the hospital and I may be saved. I must avoid that.

The choice was between the rope and a deadly rat poison. I strolled round the market searching for a rat poison to buy, a little kid had caught hold of my skirt as I asked his mother if she had rat poison. The kid had an innocent face like every other kid and a happy one. The kid made his arms for me to carry him, I couldn’t resist, he was so adorable and cute, and happy! I wish I was this happy.

The woman told me the rat poison had finished. I moved on, two kids ran past me, they were chasing each other, they were happy! Believe me if I could feel a little pang of this happiness they feel, I won’t even think of killing myself.

Many people might condemn me after I kill myself, but it doesn’t matter, it would make no difference. Being alive alone has been a torture. Imagine being close to people yet you feel so far away from them. No communication, no sincere conversations in communication, fake remarks and compliments. I was surrounded by people but I was lonely and depressed and sad and despised!

‘Pls you get rat poison’ I asked the woman who smiled at me as I approached her shop.

‘Yes I get. This one strong well, e go kill the rats fast fast’

Exactly what I needed. I payed her and she said, ‘tell me the result when next you enter market’.

The only result she would hear would be on tv when she hear that a girl has committed suicide.

My mom was the first to call me that evening. She wanted to knw what time I would get home, I informed her that I would come in the morning. She persisted I shud come this evening but I told her no, I had something to finish.

I didn’t sleep, the bottle of rat poison sat on the table and we gazed at eachother.

Just a sip! Just a sip!

I tried through out the night to think of reasons why I shouldn’t commit suicide, I tried thinking of the memorable years, being a kid, the fun, the tears and all. That’s all I knew, that’s all the joy I had, only my childhood gave me joy.

My eyes became wet, and I sobbed almost loudly as I thought about my miserable life. Only if I got more love, only if…

I removed the cover from the bottle, I paused and looked around me, final glimpse of life. I wish life had been better, I wish my beauty had given me more love and happiness, I wish my intelligence had made me more happy, I wish I had someone who I was free to tell everything that was springing up in my mind.

I emptied the bottle of poison in my mouth and gulped it down with a strong will. As soon as I did, a knock landed on my door, it repeated three more times till the person pushed the door open.

The poison had gotten to my system, the pain started slowly, I held my stomach.

‘Onyi’ my mother rushed in, there were ballons in her hands and I cud sight a ‘happy birthday’ banner, she threw them away. My dad was there, and my sister and elder brother and uncle Chidi and a few neighbours who were family friends.

They were all here just to wish me a happy birthday…..what have I done!!!

But I couldn’t pay attention to them anymore, the pain became so severe that I wish I hadn’t drank the poison. It was so excruciating, so wickedly painful.

I held my mom palm and she held tighter!

‘Please make this pain go away…I want to live even if it means being sad!’ I cried with a hoax voice. My dad had rummaged thru my kitchen and found red oil. He gave me a lot of it to drink.

I drank a lot of the oil and deep inside of me I wanted it to work, I wanted to live, I don’t want to die.

I fell on the floor, rolled aggressively as the pain intensified! They tried to hold me but they couldn’t. I then realized it was the end for me, I was going to die.

Although this was what I had initially wanted, but now I would do anything just to be alive.

The rest that happened was narrated by people. my death was felt, and I hurt a lot of people. Even people that I thought didn’t even love me, but they did, they just didn’t know how to show it, when to show it.

Some cried in their rooms, the thought of me filled their everyday life, they wished they had communicated more, they wished they had done a lot more. And I wish I had not committed suicide! I wish I could come back!

Forgiveness

When He created you, He knew you would sin and He is always prepared to forgive you…. Ask for forgiveness… those days when you cry and tears drop down bcos of regret for your sins, use that opportunity to ask for forgiveness and bow down for you are closer to Him in that position.

SAVE US

Ya Allah, whoever is behind this madness, killing of innocent lives and destruction of properties, no matter how high or low, how powerful or strong, Muslims, Christians or pagans, Northerners or Southerners, no matter their political allegiance or tribe, Ya Allah fish them out, expose them, destroy them, humiliate them
and put them to shame in this world and the hereafter.

BEYOND THE FAIRY TALES

BEYOND THE FAIRY TALES

 

It was a very cold afternoon. I was getting dressed to go to school after waiting endlessly for the arrival of our yearbooks when I heard a knock at my door. It was Brother AbdulLateef, my close friend and brother. I swiftly put on my khimar and rushed to answer him. He looked kind of worried as he held a long jotter, the pages of which were separated by his index finger. After exchanging pleasantries, He opened the demarcated page of the jotter which seemed to contain a short essay and asked me to read it privately in my room while he waited patiently outside for my feedback. As my eyes flipped through the words, I needed no soothsayer to tell me that it was a marriage proposal from a sister. I immediately decided not to ask him why he wore that look of anxiety because I already had the answers. After asking him a few questions about the sister in question, I discovered that He also had affection for her but didn’t know how to go about things, considering the fact that she proposed first. I felt like having this long discussion with him, but I had to hurry off to school. My major concern was not in his acceptance of this proposal but in establishing a successful relationship where he will be in perfect control even though the proposal was not from him. I then promised to send him an e – mail

 

 

I fulfilled this promise on 11^th July when I forwarded the message below to him

 

Asalaamu’alaikum,

 

First and foremost, let me confess something to you. I guess I’ve told you about Ibrahim and why we’re not getting married. He is the reason I’m still single and searching. You know what I mean. We were so close. Don’t mind my use of the word “were”. It simply means we’re still close but not like before. He is always very well groomed and styled to perfection. Godly, smart, funny, kind and his ways, gentle. He treated me like a queen. He would never allow me carry anything slightly heavy while we walked together. He would never allow me open the car door myself. He would never allow a long unresolved argument. He would never visit me empty – handed. All the times we hanged out, my hands were always filled with all sorts of sweets and chocolates. He would never allow me walk all by myself at night and he never left me alone in my difficult times. Most of all, I think he so much likes me – my pleasure comes first. He made me feel mature when I needed to and made me feel like a baby when I needed to.

 

Yes, Ibrahim. He’s my dream sweetheart. I look back on those days and think if only……., he would have made the perfect match for a fabulous Muslim sister. The question remains “What is it about Ibrahim that was so appealing?” Don’t get me wrong. I don’t have a checklist and I’m not saying he’s the model husband. I’m just being careful about my future and I’m so positive it’s not just me (though I wish that was the case), it applies to his sisters and female family friends too. So, assuming you were in the shoes of a prospective suitor, what would you do in the following situations. Your answers to these questions will determine my comment about you.

 

• You notice that your potential spouse is too demanding and she can’t get her eyes off her favourite things. She wants to buy every lovely shoe and bag she sets her eyes on and you are beginning to get threatened by this attitude. What do you do?
• Your potential spouse is too short tempered. She screams at you at the slightest provocation and doesn’t calm down in time. What do you do?
• Your potential spouse gets angry the same time as you and you just can’t figure out who is wrong. She doesn’t make up with you in time. What do you do?
• Your potential spouse seems to succeed at a thing better than you and subsequently has more of everything than you do. In spite of this, she still expects you to buy, buy and buy her things as her maintainer. What do you do?
• Your potential spouse has many admirers and you feel insecure from time to time. What do you do?
• You want to win the heart of her family and friends? How do you go about it?
• Your potential spouse loves you more than you love her. You don’t ever want to take her for granted because of this. How do you go about this?
• You don’t want a boring relationship in your marriage. Your busy schedule is causing you to miss out on all the fun. How do you strike a balance?
• You pay your potential spouse a visit and meet her in the kitchen. It’s a big disaster in there as you discover she can hardly light a stove, yet alone prepare a good meal. What do you do?
• You pay an impromptu visit to your prospective spouse’s house. Her room is untidy and so unfeminine. What do you do?
• Your potential spouse misplaces almost every valuable thing she has and most of what you give her as gifts. Will you stop giving her valuable things? If not, what will you do?
• You go shopping with your potential spouse and you end up with a lot of heavy shopping bags. How do you share the burden?
• Your prospective spouse stays out late with you under an odd circumstance and she has to get home to her parents soonest. What will you do?
• Your Prospective spouse complains about quite a number of things about you on a regular basis. You are getting pissed off at this. What do you do?

I am asking you these questions to know how big you are planning to build a castle for you potential spouse. One thing is sure; You want to be in control even though she made the first move. You want your spouse to be an angel; you should build her a paradise. You want her to be a queen, then you build her a castle; one that will be more magnificent in Jannah. How do you go about it. I don’t want just answers. I want sincere answers. Search your mind thoroughly. I’ll be expecting your reply.

 

Wa salaam

 

Wardah.

 

I expected him to forward his reply sooner than he did but at the most unexpected time, at about 7: 43 pm on 15^th July; I got a mail from him. This was what he had to say:

 

Assalaamu ‘alaikum

 

Honestly, I am yet to fathom why it took me this long to reply. Maybe it’s due to the heaviness of the sigh I had after reading it all. Maybe it’s the surprise of how little I would like to say I imagined or maybe it is the feeling of wanting it all, not being able answer most questions or perhaps because you practically made it hard by saying my answers must be genuine … the truth is I don’t know.

 

I told myself I would only reply when my mind had travelled far from the mail you sent; when I would be able to reply spontaneously, give answers that are not pre-meditated and provide something that could be close to the real me. And now that I have been able to get that time, I search for the impulse but the truth is that I am still without answers.

 

Could it be that your questions are difficult? Could it be that I don’t understand or that I have not gotten the clear message?

 

No! It’s just the demand that it secretly carries along with it, the knack to be myself and the zeal to answer them not for the sake of answering and….

 

Hmnnn… this is what I think…

 

Many times I see two people who love each other, in all fairness, they truly do but then I still continue to ask “does loving someone make the person one’s match?” Having the case of my parents in mind…

 

What do they truly want?

 

What is their love based on? Materiality? Personality? Or something the lovers don’t even know?

 

How much sacrifice are they ready to offer?

 

How much happiness do they want together, how much of it do they want to leave for their fantasy?

 

I know I am supposed to be answering…my questions are sort of my answers.

 

I think I’m experiencing this heavy pour of emotion called love, I believe in it with all my heart, I dream of it and continually pray I experience it just the way I dream of it but then Wardah!

 

Love is beyond one person trying to make it work,

 

One person trying to be on top notwithstanding who made the first move,

 

One person wanting it all,

 

One person always ready to play the dumb,

 

One person searching for the perfect one,

 

One person trying to make false true,

 

One person’s fairytale reality

 

or one person getting worked up.

 

The supposed guy portrayed in the questions is not what I want to be. I know I can’t be the Mr. Fix-it-all.

 

I believe love is meant to complement the good in you, and not to burn you all up, I hate when I keep on struggling to make it work, and finally I believe when people are meant for each other there would always be a defined path for them to drive past and make things work together with ease. It’s not to say that I hope to ease past love affairs but then with the right one my way, we just get it, may be one step at a time, I don’t know, but with or without a laid down formula, we would make it work and the language to achieve that is “we can do it together, if we want”.

 

I really appreciate your show of concern but I want you to trust me. I’m not going to mess things up InshaAllah.

 

Ma Salaam

 

Your Dear Brother, AbdulLateef.

 

As my eyes travelled down the stream of his letters and words again and again, a strong realization dawned on me, waking me up from my long snore. My idea of a perfect husband is truly the fairytale I have always wanted to bring into reality. His words were true. Love is beyond all these. It’s not just about one person wanting it all. It’s about two people coming together to make sacrifices in order to live in tranquility and harmony. This was the case with Khadijah (RA) and majority of the wives of the companions of the Prophet (SAW). Now I know that no matter how hard it may seem, making it work remains the ultimate option for the sake of Allah. There is no Mr. Fix – it – all anywhere and Ibrahim is not an exception to this rule. If only we all knew this, maybe there would be no ridiculous checklists anywhere and everyone will concentrate on just one thing, “MAKING IT WORK”. This is all that matters because Love is far beyond the fairy tales.

 

Wardah Abbas is a graduate of law from the University of Ilorin, Ilorin, Nigeria. She is a great lover of Islam, a passionate Muslimah and writer who believes in intellectualism as a prerequisite to change. You can read more of her writings on therosespen.wordpress.com

 

This Makes Me sad :(

I don’t know how many times I am going to keep saying this over and over! I don’t know! But I will never stop saying it…I will never stop saying ” Islam is not terrorism. There is no connection between islam and terrorism. Islam rather is peace.”

This whole thing makes me sad :(. I mean our beloved prophet Muhammed(pbuh) NEVER EVER preached hatred. He even advised muslims to treat their neighbours as though they had blood ties even though they were not muslims.

I don’t know if there is a conspiracy somewhere! I don’t have any idea what’s going on, but what I do know is that I am a muslim and I am not a terrorist neither is my religion; Islam.