Posts Tagged ‘death’

Death and a Promise

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Death and a Promise

I started wearing hijab when I was five years old. I would see my mom, my two older sisters, and my aunt wearing it; I thought it would be cool to wear it, too, and I wanted to be like them. I was five, mind you, so I never really understood the meaning behind wearing the hijab. All I knew was that it would cover my hair, and I was a Muslim. As I grew older, I slowly began to understand the meaning behind wearing the hijab and what it was for.

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“A shroud has no pockets.”

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“A shroud has no pockets.”

Reading Surat al-Kahf, I sat with my Nana that Jumuah as he was having lunch. The phone rang, and the maid told me it was my mum. I thought my mum was alone and wanted me to come home for a few hours, but it wasn’t what I had expected. She informed me of the death of a relative who was also our neighbour. She died of bone cancer. May Allah subhanahu wa ta’ala have mercy on her soul and may He build for her a home near Him in Jannah. Ameen. I went to my Nana, who had just a few spoons of rice in his plate left, but I couldn’t wait for him to finish his food. With tears rolling down my cheeks like a mini waterfall, I told him what had happened. “To Allah we belong, and to Him we will Return,” he said.

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When My Eyes Saw the Last of Maryam

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When My Eyes Saw the Last of Maryam

I am 23 years old and married. I am young and I have been through a lot in my life. The first time I wore the hijab, I was 18 years old. Unfortunately, I took it off because of the lack of my knowledge. It is no surprise that Allah says in the Qur’an: “It is only those who have knowledge amongst His slaves that fear Allah.” [Surat Fatir , 35: 28] Since my knowledge was lacking in Islam, my taqwa was weak. If someone has weak taqwa, how would they have enough fear of Allah ? And if they don’t have enough fear of Allah, then how would they put on a hijab for Allah’s pleasure?

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A Dose of Regret

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A Dose of Regret

We had been home for a little over a month when we got the call. I remember sitting in my room when my Dad came to the door. SubhanAllah, how time seems to slow down at that moment. I saw my brother crying – and thinking he doesn’t cry like that, what’s wrong – and my Dad’s voice breaking as he attempted to relay the news. And the shock. The incomprehensible-ness. Dead? He’s dead? But we just spent a summer with him while he was alive?

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Just By Accident

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Just By Accident

I am a 45-year-old mother of three girls aged 23, 21 and 13. Masha’Allah, we have all been observing the beautiful Islamic requirement of Hijab for the last ten years or so. I thought you might be interested to find out what made me don one, since only a couple of weeks before this life-changing event, I had vowed vehemently to my friends that I would never do anything so drastic.

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