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ARE YOU READY FOR YOUR TURN?
STORY OF A YOUNG GIRL
(Arabic) "
توبه في مرقص"
ARE YOU READY FOR YOUR TURN?
He was a student, probably in his early twenties. I didn't know his real name. I really didn't
care. All I know is he was going for a lay-up while playing basketball, lost his balance and
fell on the ground -- flat on his back.
We thought he would shake it off and continue the game -- so no one really cared. To everyone's
surprise, he never got up. At first a few people on his team (later everyone) went up to him but
he just wouldn't reply.
CPR did no good. The ambulance personnel couldn't save him from dying. The result at the ER was
no better. HE WAS DEAD!
As I came home tonight, I thought to myself, it could have been me going up for that lay-up. It
is very possible that i could be laying in the cold city morgue, right this minute, as I type
this e-mail.
Am I ready to die? Did I communicate with ALLAH today? Did I perform my daily prayers? Did I
seek the pleasure of Allah? Did I treat my parents and family with respect and love? Did I give
any at all in charity (Sadaqa) today? How many times did I remember Allah and recount HIS name?
The entire day I made time to go to the University, check my e-mail, read the news, chat with
friends, watch TV, play basketball......but did I even once say "ASTAGFIRULLAH"?
Did I ask Allah to forgive the sins that I have committed today? NO! Not once.
Did I say "ALHAMDULLILAH" other than in my daily prayers? NO! Not once my friends. Would you
like to know why? Because I was too caught up with myself and my daily activities.
Well guess what. I could have lost my life during a lay-up in a basketball game and what do I
have with me? Not a thing. Nothing that I did today do I get to bring with me to the grave.
Nothing. A few words that I could have uttered were the only things that I could have brought
with me. A few words that would've taken a few seconds of concentration out of the 24 hours that
was allotted to me.
A few cents in charity instead of cold drinks and candy bars could have saved my soul. But I
insisted to continue with my careless attitude.
Thank God it wasn't my turn to go, because I sure wasn't ready. Now I close my eyes and say
ALHAMDULLILAH. Now I look back and say ASTAGFIRULLAH.Now I have a different attitude. Now, I
want to prepare for my turn.
Did you perform your prayers today? Did you give in charity and love? Did you ask for
forgiveness yet? Do you care? I'm asking because I don't want to see you fall, knowing you
aren't ready for your turn.
Are you ready for your turn?
I may never see tomorrow; there's no written guarantee.
And things that happened yesterday belong to history.
I cannot predict the future, I cannot change the past.
I have just the present moment, I must treat it as my last.
STORY OF A YOUNG GIRL
Assalam aleikum everyone, this is long but it is a true story
and it took place in Oman.
This is a true story about a girl who lived in Oman, and was
Omani. The people who told her story are her best friend and some members of her family.
The story starts when a young Omani man married a western woman. The woman stayed on her
Christian religion, but she came to live in Oman
with her husband. The man had a good job and was wealthy. They had
some children, but they lacked a family.
This story is very sad because it talks about THE TRUTH; The
truth that was so bitter for one of their daughters. I will call her Malak, it means angel. That
is what she turned out to be later, so there is no better name to call her.
Malak lived a life of luxury and wealth. She had whatever anyone would dream to have. They had
a huge house, lots of money to spend, cars, clothes, you name it, and she had it all. Most of
all she could do whatever she pleased anytime she wanted to. The father was always travelling,
and the mother could hardly be called a mother. The only thing that this young girl lacked was
a family.
Malak wanted someone there for her to spend time with, and to confide in. The only people who
she could turn to were the other rich girls who led a life similar to hers. They spent their
time with friends, listening to music, basically having fun, as it would be called. There was no
one to interfere with them, they could do whatever they please.
In one of the vacations they decided to go to Salalah for a couple of days. There was Malak and
her best friend and six boys that went with them. They took two rooms, one, which the boys slept
in, and the other where she and her friend slept in. They would all stay together in one room,
or in the clubs then they would go to sleep around two in the morning. This is how much freedom
these girls had. At least that is what they considered freedom.
Malak and her best friend both had boyfriends, so once they wanted to hang around somewhere
without being disturbed by the others. They decided to go to her friend's house because there
was no one there. So they sat together in the living room for sometime, then her friend wanted
to go into one of the rooms with her boyfriend, and she told Malak that she could also go into
any of the rooms if she wanted to. Malak preferred to stay in the living room and talk to her
boyfriend.
After some time her friend called her, so she and her boyfriend both went. When they did they
were astonished to see their two friends in such a shameful way. Malak was so furious that she
slapped her friend and told her, " How dare you?" Then she stormed out of the house, full of
feelings that she had felt for the first time in her life. For the first time she felt that her
life was worthless. She just needed somewhere to run to be comforted.
All of a sudden she hated everything that she used to once enjoy. She hated the music, the
paintings in her room, their house, the money, her clothes, her family. She hated all these
things because they were all not real and they only brought her misery and shame. She went to
her house,only to hear the loud music playing and the voices of her siblings with their
friends. Oh how she hated all those things that happened in that house. She ran to her room for
comfort, only to find all those horrible paintings and posters staring at her. She pulled them
all down and broke them. She felt very tired after that, but relieved.
Now she needed to pray, she went to their living room, because it was quiet so that she can
pray. She wanted to pray, she needed to pray, but she didn't know how! She went into the
toilet and got her whole body wet, because she had no idea how to perform wudhu. Then she found
her grandmother's prayer mat and she stood on it, not knowing what to do.
Then she just did what her heart told her to do, she prostrated (did sujood) and just talked to
God. She stayed like that for one whole hour. She just poured her heart out to her Creator.
She felt much better after that,but there was more that she wanted to do now.
She remembered her uncle, whom she hadn't seen for a very long time, because he was not on good
terms with her father. He was the person who could help her. She planned to go to his house,
but she absolutely couldn't go there dressed the way she was. She tried to find something
suitable to wear, she couldn't. All her clothes exposed her body. Then she remembered that her
aunt had once given her an abaya and veil and the holy Quran. She went and got them all out,
wore the Abaya and veil, then she called her grandmother's driver to take her to her uncle's
house.
When she got there, her uncle's wife opened the door. Malak threw herself into her arms and
cried her heart out. The aunt understood what happened, so she called her husband. When Malak
saw her uncle, she did the same, she just hugged him tight and cried. The uncle didn't even
recognize his niece at first because he hardly sees her. When he understood who she was, he
comforted her and sat with her and talked to her. Malak had later said that this was the first
time that she ever felt love and care. Then she asked to see one of her cousins. When her
cousin came, she asked her to teach her how to pray.
After she learned the prayers, she said I don't want anyone to come in this room, I want to be
alone for three days. Then she asked her uncle, "Howlong would it take me to memorize the holy
Quran." The uncle said that she would need at least five years to do that. She was not happy,
she said, " I could die before five years had passed." So she started her mission, she started
memorizing the Quran. Malak was so much happier and at peace with herself in this new
lifestyle. After about two months her father finally realized that his daughter was not in the
house and started to inquire about her! He was infuriated to discover that she was in his
brother's house. He went to take her from there, but she refused to go back to their house. Finally Malak decided to go live in her grandfather's house, so as to solve the problem.
What's important is that Malak did reach her goal, she memorized the Holy Quran in three months
only! Now she called her uncle and his family to come over so that they could celebrate the
occasion. She told them to hurry. They were all so happy and excited and they went quickly.
When they got there, they were told that she was praying. A long time passed and she still
didn't come, so her cousins decided to go see her. They saw her on the prayer mat holding the
holy Quran in her arms, lying dead. Yes you all read that sentence correctly, she had died
holding the holy book in her arms near the heart that memorized it.
The whole family was devastated at her death, but now they had to bury her quickly. They called
her father, but she had told her grandfather that she doesn't want her mother to come if she had
not converted to Islam. Her sister and brother also came. Then they started washing her.
It was the first time for her cousins to wash someone, but they did it anyway, because they were
the closest people to her. They said that they felt other people helping them, people that they
couldn't see. They had prepared the Kafan (the white cloth that the dead person is wrapped in),
but it had disappeared. They started looking for it everywhere, but they couldn't find it.
Then to their surprise in of the corners of the house they found another Kafan that had the most
beautiful smell. So they had no choice but to use this Kafan.
When the men went to pray for her, there were six men, dressed in green. These six men also
prayed for her, then they carried her to the graveyard and they buried her. These six men were
not members of the family, they were strangers. After the burial, these men disappeared and no
one knew who they were or where they came from. There is no doubt about whom they are and where
they came from. They were angels and they came from up above to take the body of the pure Malak
and treat it the way God wants. Malak deserved to be buried by angels not humans, because she
had reached a higher standard than most other humans had.
The sad thing is that there are many like Malak in Oman and in other Islamic communities. I
just hope that everyone spreads this story so that we could learn from this live example. To
all the men and women, when it comes to marriage don't just think of love and lust, think of the
children that are going to come. Choose good parents for you children before you bear them.
Remember that there is death and judgement and then heaven or hell. Take good care of your
families and nurture them with love and care,and sow faith in their hearts. Like Malak, with
all that she had, she never really felt happy until she found her path back to Allah.
Without faith there is no happiness or contentment.
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