The story of four wives!

Once upon a time there was a rich King who had four wives. He loved the 4th wife the most and adorned her with rich robes and treated her to the finest of delicacies. He gave her nothing but the best.

He also loved the 3rd wife very much and was always showing her off to neighboring kingdoms. However, he feared that one day she would leave him for another.

He also loved his 2nd wife. She was his confidant, and was always kind considerate and patient with him. Whenever the King faced a problem, he could confide in her, and she would help him get through the difficult times.

The King’s 1st wife was a very loyal partner and had made great contributions in maintaining his wealth
and kingdom. However, he did not love the first wife. Although she loved him deeply, he hardly took notice
of her!

One day, the King fell ill and he knew his time was short. He thought of his luxurious life and wondered,
“I ! now have four wives with me, but when I die, I’ll be all alone.”

Thus, he asked the 4th wife, “I have loved you the most, endowed you with the finest clothing and showered great care over you. Now that I’m dying, will you follow me and keep me company?”

“No way!”, replied the 4th wife, and she walked away without another word. Her answer cut like a sharp knife right into his heart.

The sad King then asked the 3rd wife, “I have loved you all my life. Now that I’m dying, will you follow me and keep me company?”

“No!”, replied the 3rd wife. “Life is too good! When you die, I’m going to remarry!”

His heart sank and turned cold.

He then asked the 2nd wife, “I have always turned to you for help and you’ve always been there for me.
When I die, will you follow me and keep me company?”

“I’m sorry, I can’t help you out this time!”, replied the 2nd wife. “At the very most, I can only send you to your grave.” Her answer came like a bolt of lightning, and the King was devastated.

Then a voice called out: “I’ll leave with you and follow you no matter where you go.” The King looked up, and there was his first wife. She was so skinny as she suffered from malnutrition and neglect.

Greatly grieved, the King said, “I should have taken much better care of you when I had the chance!”

In truth, we all have 4 wives in our lives: Our 4th wife is our body. No matter how much time and effort we lavish in making it look good, it will leave us when we die.

Our 3rd wife is our possessions, status and wealth. When we die, it will all go to others.

Our 2nd wife is our family and friends. No matter how much they have been there for us, the furthest they can stay by us is up to the grave.

And our 1st wife is our Soul. Often neglected in pursuit of wealth, power and pleasures of the world. However, our Soul is the only thing that will follow us wherever we go.


Love Story… Ugly Twist of faith!


Once a Muslim young man loved a Christian girl , they wanted to get married but her parents would not accept because he was a Muslim! It
was a big dilemma for them! But they both loved each other sincerely and thought nothing should separate them.

One day , the Muslim man got very ill and was dying, he was on the death bed. A friend of his was beside him , he told him: Say Shahadah, say
La Ilaha Illa llah Muhammadun Rasulullah , but the Muslim man didn’t say it, he cried and told his friend: I ’ m afraid that if I die as Muslim I will not find my beloved in the hereafter !! So I want to become Christian hopefully I will meet her in the hereafter!! And he became Christian !! He came out of Islam , he became a murtad! And right after he went out of Islam he died ! So he died as a non- Muslim.

The girl that he used to love came asking about her lover, she found his friend , she asked him :
Have you seen that person (her lover)? He sadly told her that he died ! But he did not tell her that he went out of Islam ( Apostated ). She was very
sad and cried , and said : I fear as a non Muslim I will not meet him in the hereafter , So I bear witness that there is no God except Allah and Muhammad is the Messenger of Allah ! She embraced Islam, hopeful that she will meet him in paradise !

Later on she died , and died as a Muslim and her lover had died as a non -Muslim, she won Paradise and lost him, and he lost her and lost paradise and got hellfire .
Subhanallah, the wisdom behind this story is for one to remain steadfast onto Islam and keep the intention in the heart that I will live all my life on
Islam and to stay patient over the hardships and calamities, and Allah will reward tremendously . We ask Allah to keep us stead fast to Islam , wal Hamdulillah .

The End!


I am lying on the bed. My children, brothers and sisters are all sitting by my bedside. Some close friends too are standing and overlooking my face.
Suddenly I start breathing with long breaths. Someone among the people sitting in the room starts to recite, Surah Ya’siin. Everyone around
repeats with the reciter. My breath starts to ease out. I am opening my eyes and looking at something. Angel of death has arrived.
I am getting late for the eternal journey. My mouth has opened up. My brother is dropping some water into my mouth, it is perhaps the “Zam
Zam” water which I had preserved for the very moment.

Then everyone starts to recite, “Laa’ilaaha illallaaha Muhammadur Rasoolullaah”. I have lost my vision. I have lost my tongue, I have even
lost my sensation but I can still hear. I can hear my loved ones weeping in grief. I’m not dead yet but I am almost lifeless. Angel of death makes the final act and takes my soul out with an
intensive jerk. I have now left this world.

All my wealth, cars, properties, bank balances, contacts and connections are of no use now. My identity is my grave and I am being referred to as
‘dead body’. My near ones are preparing my grave and some of them think it as inauspicious to keep the dead body inside the house for too
long. The house which I myself built and lived in is shrinking in space for me.
My bath is being prepared. I am taken out in the compound for the final bath. My bathroom fitted with expensive
bath fittings is not for me now. I am being wrapped in the white cotton shroud. I am boxed in a wooden box for the travel to my grave. My expensive car is not for me now.
For what then did I amass so many worthless things. Why did I lie to earn the useless wealth.

It is of no use to me. Woe to me for I wasted my life in vain. I forgot that my last journey is near and certain. Why did I sin so much ? Oh! I have lost my game.

Now stop imagining This is going to happen one day with you and me. So be prepared. Good deeds will make your journey and the life of the Hereafter pleasant. Remember death. It is certain. It is so near. This world is just a short dream.

Almighty Allah’s Words.

Surah Al-Anfaal : 50-52ِ

And if you could but see when the angels take the souls of those who disbelieved… They are striking their faces and their backs and [saying], “Taste the punishment of the Burning Fire.

That is for what your hands have put forth [of evil] and because Allah is not ever unjust to His servants.”

[Theirs is] like the custom of the people of Pharaoh and of those before them. They disbelieved in the signs of Allah, so Allah seized them for their sins. Indeed, Allah is Powerful and severe in penalty.


I Died On An Ordinary School Day

I came across this touching and beautifully witten post and concluded that I must share it with you Insha Allah.


    I died. At 18,I passed away. Last night,I prepared for
my advertising class, carefully ironing my pink shirt, I
rehearsed my speech for the practical class. Like
many other people, my whole world revolved round
the school. Chasing the ‘almighty’ first class, the
school was my life. Nothing else. Alas!as I rehearsed
for Aunty Yinka’s class, I paid no attention to the last
day of my life. The last night of my life.
    I was young, smart and full of energy. My innocence
and humility caught the attention of most
people.However, I was one ordinary girl. A library
major with no hobbies and a totally dead social life.
Apart from my ever broad smile, I offered the world
nothing else. With no name, fame or my ‘almighty
degree’, I slept and I haven’t woken up. I am never
going to wake up. I am dead.
  Confirming my death this Monday morning, the girls
on I-block retired to my room. I heard them calling
my name, screaming and shouting,swinging me back
and forth,pleading with me to wake up. Grief. Pain.
Sadness. I saw it all in their eyes. Too many who
didn’t know me had so much to say. She was too
young and gentle.Too pretty, they said amid tears.
They didn’t stop saying I was too young and pretty to
pass away but in the face of death, aren’t we equal?
On the death list, I have taken my turn!

   The news of my death soon spread like wildfire.
People called. They texted, tweeted,put it up on their
facebook walls and personal messages. Some others
took pictures and records of the sad event.

#RIP to the girl that committed suicide. #RIP to the girl who
died in Jaja today. #RIP to the girl that was poisoned…they put it up everywhere. Different stories of the news of my death.

How people came about all these stories is still beyond me!I never considered suicide.I wasn’t sick.Poisoned? No,I wasn’t. My death is still a mystery. A puzzle I cannot solve.

You cannot call my parents! I yelled! The Hall Warden
was already on the phone with them, then I realized I
am in a world of my own. I see the emptiness in the
heart of every single person I left behind. I have been
taken home. No,my body has been taken home. The
tears of the mother, the pain of the father. The
agony of bereaved parents. Just like them, I am
helpless. Cold and immovable.
    All my classmates were at Aunty Yinka’s advertising
class. For the fear of losing 10marks,they agreed that
life must go on. People have to die. Just what I would
have done. Sadly,I am the one who is dead, their
lives must go on. I am going to be buried, 6-feet. I
am aware that ants and worms down there will feast
on my pretty young body. How do they bite? Where
shall they begin to eat from? Fear.
    I have also read that the Almighty shall request for
the accounts of my short life. When last did I turn to
Him? Did I say my prayers last night? Did I not plan
to read The Book after lectures today? Alas!I did not
know the last time would be the last. I am in fear;
the fear of not finding peace down there.
     I am being prepared for my own burial,I am running
out of time to complete this piece. I am going ahead
to the next phase of my life, I hear that all my very
expensive clothes and shoes will be given out. Others
will be burnt. So that everyone can get me out of
their thinking and imagination. I will become history.
I might be forgotten!
     Before I drop my pen, I am not sure if I made the
best out my life. All the people I failed to forgive, the
past that I held on to and the future that I thought
was bright! Indeed,I forgot to live all the days of my
life to the fullest. Regrets. Pain. Fear.
I will soon be left with no friends, family, books and
toys. With my account with The Most High, I will be
all alone. I will be buried…SOURCE

Beautiful Story: The Journey.

   One day of the many days, there was a man travelling with
his Wife and Kids. On the way they met a person standing
on the roadside.

He asked: “Who are you?”

The man said: “I am ‘the Money’.”

So the man asked his wife and kids: “Should we ask him to
ride with us?”

They all said together: “Yes, of course! Because ‘the Money’
can help us do anything we want and get anything we
wished.” So they took ‘the Money’ to ride with them.

The vehicle continued on its way until they met another person on the road.

The Father asked: “Who are you?”

He said: “I am ‘the high position and power’.”
So the father asked his wife and kids: “Should we ask him
to ride with us?”
They all answered in one voice: “Yes, of course! Because
with ‘the high position and power’ we have the ability to
do anything we want and own anything we wished.” So they
took ‘the high position and power’ with them, and the
vehicle continued to finish its trip.

In this way, they met with many people who promised
pleasures and desires of life,

   UNTIL… They met one strange person… The Father asked: “Who are you?”

He said: “I am ‘the Deen’ (Islam).”

So the father, the wife, and the kids; all of them said in
one voice: “No, no, this isn’t the time, we desire the
pleasures of life and the Dunyah. ‘The Deen’ will prevent us
and then stop us from all pleasurable things and it will
take control of our lives. We will be worn-out from being
loyal to it and its teachings. The Halaal and the Haraam,
and this thing ‘prayer’ and that thing ‘Hijaab’, and the
fasting, and; and; and; and; and; etc, It will be a burden
for us!!!”

“But certainly, we will return to pick you up after we enjoy
life and everything else in it.”

So sadly, they left him behind and the vehicle continued on
its trip.

All of a sudden, out of nowhere something appeared in the
middle of the road. It was a check-point with the sign
saying STOP!!! They found a man gesturing for the father to
get out of the vehicle.

The man said to the father: “Your trip has ended. Come with me.”

The father was shocked with fear and did not say a word.
The man said to him: “I am searching for ‘the DEEN’/islam. Is he with you?”

The father answered: “No, I left him not too far back. If you
could allow me to go back, I will get him for you.”

The man said: “You do not have the ability to go back now.
Your trip has ended and there is no returning… going back
is impossible.”

“But I have ‘The Money’; ‘the high position and power’; My
Wife; My Kids; and; and; and; and; and; and; so on.”

The man said to him: “Neither will they benefit you now
nor will they protect you when you come in front of Allah.
Not even one bit! You have left all of them behind. The
only one that will help you now is ‘The Deen’ you know, the
one who YOU left behind on the road.”

The father asked: “And who are you exactly?”

He replied: “I AM ‘the DEATH‘ – The one who you were
heedless of – and the one who you did not think of on your

The father turned around and looked at his vehicle and
found his wife taking control and continuing the trip along
with all of the passengers besides him. And none of them
had stayed behind with him. He was left all alone!

THINGS. ONLY OUR DEEN WILL ACCOMPANY US BEYOND THE GRAVE. May ALLAH give us the ability to always do the
things that will help us on the Day of Reckoning. Aameen.


Alhamdulilah tomorrow is 27 of april and I am going to be 18!!

“You would be wondering why I am saying this, of course it is definitely because I am turning 18 and I am going to throw the hottest party in school and it’s going to be the best party ever:” I said to my friends.
They all shouted with glee: “YAAAY!!!’

On the eve of my birthday, I was so happy I couldn’t sleep; I was really waiting for the clock to hit 12, when it was 12am, I decided to check my facebook and twitter account to read mail and messages sent in by friends and loved ones.
   After replying and surfing the internet for almost an hour, I decided to sleep; afterall I can’t risk dozing at my party.
Then suddenly I woke up,i couldn’t breathe, my parents were mumbling some words, my siblings were screaming and I had the feeling of being wheeled away, what’s happening? I thought to myself, why is everyone crying? I was running a terrible temprature. ‘I am sick’, I said to myself. I woke up in the hospital. Really weird, I thought.
  A nurse entered and I asked how I got there and what that day’s date was and she replied with a smile, “today is 28 of april” and then I screamed: ” my birthday!”. The nurse kissed my cheek, smiled at me and left the room, leaving me to ponder on my thoughts. So I got out of the bed, having been stranded on the bed for the whole time, I left the room and I started walking along the corridor when an emergency cart wheeled by, the nurse kept screaming “accident victim, pulse not stable ” and she kept rambling on and on those medical jargons. As the cart was wheeled by I did not notice it, then I saw it, at first I could not focus on the image, after looking on for almost 10 seconds, I noticed the victim was a girl, she was beautiful, with beautiful hair and skin. But it wasn’t the beauty that attracted me… was the fact that she was young like me,.probably 16,17 or 18.
  The doctor’s voice echoed through the hall, “she is dead, transfer her to the mortuary and inform her family”. As she was being wheeled away, a paper card fell from her and though the doctor’s word had just shaken me, however I motion to take the paper card, then I moved slowly back to my room. After shutting the door, I sat down on the bed, then read the content of the paper, it was short; ” happy birthday Tayo,best wishes, see you at the party”:

   I began crying so hard, I could not believe it, maybe I would have died too. Instead of doing somthing tangible on my birthday that would earn me rewards from almighty Allah
I tried to engage in an avenue for zina(fornication). The nurse came in and I was given pills then I slept off.
   A few days later, after I was discharged, I remembered what happened to the dead girl at the hospital and I said to myself that sometimes things don’t always go the way we plan and besides there are so many things we try” the thought continued, death is inevitable, nobody can escape it. Birthdays should not be about celebration but actually about contemplation just like every other day.
  Everything just boils down to one thing “DEATH!!” Nobody wants to die, even people who want to go paradise (Al jannah) don’t want to die to get there. Yet death is a destination we all share, no one has ever escaped death no matter how strong they think they were. And that shows the greatness and uniqueness of almighty Allah.
So now, everyday I look in the mirror before I go out and ask myself: “if today were the last day of my life, would I want to do what I am about to do today?” Remembering I might die soon is the most important tool I have ever encountered to help me make those big choices in life. So imagine paradise, imagine hell. Your time is limited don’t waste it by being trapped in the dogma that you are too young to die.
Remember your grave and your hereafter. May Allah make us dwellers of paradise. Ameen