Assalamualikum,
I won’t be on this blog for two or more weeks as I’m going to Umrah Inshallah…Tonight I’ll be leaving and taking a bus to Jeddah ..I’m guessing..IT IS MY FIRST TIME and I’m so excited..I can’t believe I’m going..I have always dreamt of it..Alhamdulillah..Inshallah i’ll be back in two weeks and I’ll share with all of you my experiences there..Now i’m just nervous and excited at the same time
Walaikumasalam
By: Moazzam Begg
Source: Cageprisoners
His hair has grown, his voice sounds a little deeper and his wounds appear to have healed somewhat. But what isn’t clear from the first ever Guantánamo interrogation video to be released for public consumption is that Omar Khadr is blind in one eye.
The Bagram airbase lies some 30miles north of the Afghan capital, Kabul. Inside the airbase is a prison, a converted machine-factory built by the Soviets during their occupation of Afghanistan. Inscriptions in Russian are still visible on the walls and doors. During the day, this place is usually deathly quiet. But at night, the sounds of soldiers as they patrol, chains clinking along the concrete floor as prisoners are frog-marched to and from interrogation rooms and screams of interrogators and interrogated usually keep you awake. It is worse than Guantanamo. In this place I witnessed two separate killings by American soldiers – the subject of this year’s Oscar-winning documentary, Taxi to the Dark Side – before I too was sent to Guantanamo. It is here too that I first met Omar Khadr, a boy from Canada who’d just turned sixteen.
I never really understood why but our military police guards would always refer to Khadr as ‘Buckshot Bob’ or simply ‘Buckshot’. His wounds didn’t seem to me as if they had been caused by the blast of a shotgun. They were much more horrific. Chunks of his chest and shoulder had been blown out – or so I’d assumed and, he was unable to see through one of his eyes because of the injuries he’d sustained, allegedly in a fire-fight with US troops. His chest looked like he’d just had a post mortem operation performed on him – whilst he was still alive. He was emaciated, fragile and quiet. But the rumour spread around about Khadr claimed that he’d launched a grenade-attack on unsuspecting US forces. Consequently, the military police units guarding us all treated Omar Khadr with open contempt and hostility. He was sometimes screamed at all night long; made to stack up crates of water bottles which were thrown down again; a hood placed over his head whilst his wrists were shackled to the ceiling. But, three years after my release from Guantánamo, and five since I last saw Khadr, I have come to realise the logic behind the name ‘Buckshot’. Photographs released by the US military this year show Khadr when he was first captured. The missing chunks of flesh were exit wounds from shotgun rounds fired. Its is now clear, based on statements by the soldiers who captured him, that Khadr had been shot in the back – at point-blank range.
Khadr and I shared a communal cell where walking, talking, standing or simply looking in the wrong direction would earn us a few hours with our hands chained above our heads to the cage door and a hood placed over our faces. Still, I managed some whispered conversations with Khadr who, just like me, had begun to comprehend his ordeal had only just started.
Omar’s treatment varied according to the perception various soldiers and interrogators had of him: most of it bad. But a handful of them, who actually got to know him and speak to him like a human being, told me how bad they felt about having a child like him in custody. I recall the last words Omar Khadr said to me before he was shipped off to Guantanamo, ‘You’re fortunate, people here care about you. No one cares about me.’
Omar was later accused of causing the death of a US Special Forces operative with a grenade. Yet a report given by the soldier who shot him says that not only was Mr. Khadr alive there, an adult man was also alive at the time he, the U.S. soldier, rushed in shooting. This contradicts the testimony of another solider who said that only Mr. Khadr was alive at the time. Whatever the case may be, Omar is fast approaching the seventh year of his detention in Guantanamo. He is now twenty –one.
In January this year, a training document produced by the Canadian foreign ministry, which referred to Guantanamo Bay, listed the United States as a country known to practice torture. Despite this assertion, the only westerner remaining in the world’s most infamous prison at Guantanamo Bay is the Canadian, Omar Khadr. And his government, which accepts the abuses faced by others at such places are very real, will do nothing for its own citizen, who was bought there in chains as a child.
In the video that made headlines this week Khadr is heard repeating some words in a very distressed state. Whilst there is some dispute about whether he’s saying ‘help me, help me’ or ‘kill me kill me’, his family believe he’s simply saying, ’ya ummi, ya ummi’ – Arabic for ‘my mother, my mother’. Although this video was recorded (in secret) over five years ago, the words I last heard from this gaunt, softly-spoken child all those years ago echo yet again. But this time the world can see and hear him: ‘No one cares about me.’
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Assalamualikum,
Reading this article really made me feel so sad..There are people who are on here and disagree with considering Omar Khadr just a child..they consider him a killer, well that’s your opinion I really could care less..to me he is a boy who has been tortured and he is not doing anything to achieve sympathy he is just in a state where he needs to get out..I pray for him everyday because if he was your son then you would want him out no matter what..if he was your brother you would want him out..so what makes him any different..I wish the brother would hear us saying that we care..unfortunately he doesn’t..if you think that he is guilty why then is he not being tried like every other person..??? Before I was ignorant to believe that the government is good and everything else is a lie but I know therez always 2 sides to a story..i’ve seen both sides and I believe Omar Khadr needs to get out and be treated fairly..ENUFF…May Allah(S.W.T) make it easier for him and his family
Walaikumasalam
Assalamualikum,
I know this is a bit late to post this but I’m new at wordpress and I might as well post it..better late then never..
In the Name of Allah the Most Merciful the Most Compassionate
Bismillahir Rahman Nir raheem
Two years have passed since my arrest. When I was taken to Maplehurst I was held in the custody of the Institutional Crisis Intervention Team. Whenever I was moved from place to place, they would force me to run with my hands and legs shacked while my back was bent at 90 degrees forward.
When I was first brought to cell 1 unit 1K, I was slammed face first on the floor, a huge shield was then pressed against my back while a guard smeared my face with his boots because I dared lift my head
Whenever I was moved out of my cell, I was required to slide my hands through the hatch of the door, before it was opened in order to be hand cuffed. To do this I had to kneel on both knees. Many times when I put my hands through the hatch, the guards would forcefully pull my wrists so that my forehead would slam against the metal door.
Whenever the guards came in to collect the garbage they would often apply wrestling manoeuvres on me for the purpose of entertaining themselves. They would sometimes apply pressure on sensitive areas such as my temple and fingers. One day when I came back from court, a guard twisted my hands above my head forcing me to skip on one foot back to my cell.
Since then I have languished in solitary confinement, where for the first year on a daily basis, I spent 23 hours and 40 minutes in a cell no bigger than an apartment’s washroom.
The 23 hours and 40 minutes became a complete 24 hours when I was transferred to the Don Jail. Since then, I have seen the sun less than 10 times and have gone to the exercise yard less than 30 times.
My health, psychologically and physically is deteriorating. I was planning to testify at my trial but now I am not even sure if I will be mentally capable of doing so by the time it comes around, if it ever does.
As for the state of this so called Judicial Process, then I must admit I was naïve. I came in two years ago with the expectation of transparency only to be confronted with section 38, complete denial of CSIS disclosure, censorship of vital information in the so-called RCMP disclosure, and the concealing of state agents identities which by law must be revealed as opposed to informants whose identities are protected.
To expect the accused to mount an adequate defence in the face of such barriers, in a case which is political and state entrapment is a live issue, is to expect a frail old man to defend himself with his hands tied behind and eyes blindfolded, against a professional boxer.
I am not being subjective. I realize that all government agencies have secrets that must be protected. However, authorities have in the past used ‘ National Security’ to cover up their dirty work, exculpatory evidence and embarrassing facts. The Maher Arar case is a classic example.
Last year, I was denied the freedom to mix with the other human beings due to the dreamed up danger that I could somehow pose or communicate from within a six-cell block, monitored physically by correctional officers as well as virtually by closed circuit cameras, within a maximum security prison.
During about the same time, I conceded committal to trial for the exchange of having the opportunity to cross-examine a list of witnesses agreed upon by the crown. Both parties signed this agreement yet somehow, we are to believe, there was some alleged ambiguity that allowed the crown to file a direct indictment and effectively breach its undertaking. Now I am in a difficult position of having to cross-examine the main witness in my case, for the first time, at trial.
The unfair manoeuvre has also effectively robbed me of the ability to discover my case, which is a fundamental necessity for developing my defence. This is not an alleged bank robbery or a drug bust. The stakes for the government and the authorities are high thus making the potential for corruption and malice equally high if not higher.
During the adult preliminary, Mr. Bond used to monitor our eye blinks in the prisoner box to ensure that we were not violating the communication ban. While he was busy doing that, his star witness Mubin Shiekh was slaughtering the publication ban on National and international airwaves.
The crown held and is still holding the accused on various charges based on the desire to exaggerate this case and in order to hamper their bail chances and not on the merits of evidence.
These are only some of the main issues that I have. They may very well be supported by law, but at the end of the day, they remain unfair to any mind endowed with the faculty of reason and understanding. As St. Augustine said “An unjust law is no law at all”.
I never asked anyone to believe that I was innocent. All I ever asked for was a chance to prove it. After two years, I have come to realize that even this simple request is too much to expect from this process.
In conclusion, to continue to respect such a process is an insult to my dignity, the very little intellect that I have and my faith.
I will God willing, continue to defend myself through my lawyers, and I will continue to obey orders made by the court with the exception of the order to show it respect since I can’t be expected to give what I no longer have. This, in effect, means that I will no longer stand up for any judge as he/she enters and leaves the courtroom.
Based of the rhythm of the past two years, I have extrapolated the tune of the coming two years, and I’m not willing to be the fool that dances to it.
God willing, the complete and undistorted truth about the ‘ Toronto18′ will one day surface.
Accused in Toronto18 case
Don jail
Please make du’a for this brother
Walaikumasalam
Assalamualikum,
Well you have probably seen this video of a kid reciting surah yasin..Mashallah I love his recitation..he has ofcourse grown up now..I think he’z around 12 or 13 years old i’m not sure..but if you want to listen to his recitation yet again..here it is…
By the way his name is Hasan bin Abdullah Al Awad..Mashallah his voice was beautiful then..it still is but I feel that at that point his recitation was good and his voice was of a youth..
Jazakallah khair for reading
Walaikumasalam
Assalamualikum,
When I first watched this video and listened to what this brother said intently I really couldn’t believe it. IT is mindblowing..I reccomend everyone to watch it. I like the way it starts and many people can relate to it..Many in the west can.. I could..So go ahead press play..YOU KNOW YOU WANNA lol
The main line of the story….Islam began as something strange so don’t be afraid to be a stranger..Ghuraba..I love this hadith and I love this quote..In the beginning you see couple youths talking and where I come from this is how they talked and I talk..I know what they’re saying but I don’t know if you get it.Either way if you don’t understand just let me know..If you watched it..tell me how it was .I already know it’s good but I don’t know about your opinion..Anyways Jazakallah for watching if you did
Walaikumasalam
Assalamualikum,
I apologize for not updating my health or life these couple days. I have been sick lately and have been waiting for my mom to come back. My mother went to BD (bangladesh) to attend my cousin’s marriage. She spent like two weeks there and Inshallah she’ll be back tomorrow evening. I chose not to go back home because I know how it is going to be..The mehendi, the wedding, the after party..bla bla bla..
You see this was my oldest cousin sister getting married in the family and I really wanted to see her getting married off but the fact that it will be mixed and there will be blaring music just turned my interests off. I thought I was going the first time my mother made the decision and I told her that I would go to bd but I wouldn’t go to the marriage..She told me.”No one’s going to force you” Well I said fine ok …then I had a talk with my bro and he told me, “Why don’t you just stay here? Mom’s coming back and you’ll be going again, if you don’t go to the marriage might as well not go.” I thought about it and I told my mom that I won’t go and my dad said that he’d keep me with him. I didn’t want to spend my dad’s money either. SO, My mom left to bd while I”m here. My cousin got married Alhamdulillah..she’s at her hubby’s house now and my mom is coming back tomorrow inshallah.
I would be a fool to say that I didn’t miss my mother’s presence. Although I don’t admit it, I did. She is part of everything I do. I never really felt that close to her before till the past year. Since I came back to dubai, my only friend has been my mother. Through the hustle bustle of life I forgot about the hardship my mother went through and what she had to do to make us all happy. When I started practicing Islam my mother looked at me with disappointment and anger. She had this accusing look saying, “You betrayed me” Ofcourse that’s because she didn’t understand what I was becoming and what was influencing me. She thought I was going “extreme” Lol..Anyways Life was hard for couple years because I had to keep arguing with her and fighting with her.. I was a teenager who found my way and found the right path but all this was new to her. When she was away from me she would get mad if I was at the masjid, when I returned to canada to reunite with her she got mad that I was wearing niqab. She was just trying to protect me from this world. She knew I had grown up but she was afraid that in a world like this I was unaware of the consequences of my action. Days used to go by without talking to my mother for not only my views but the stupid things I used to do. I always talked to her in a low voice though and always tried never to get mad and talk.As I said I was growing up and I tried my best not to hurt her but I was searching for my own truth at that time.
When I came to Dubai, my mother got to see more of me because well there isn’t any transportation here so I couldn’t just go wherever I can.I have to depend on others for transportation which I HATE!!!!.. SO, my mother and I spent more time, cleaning, talking, watching t.v and just understanding each other. We started opening up to each other. I started joking around with my mother and she started doing the same. Communication got so much better. All this I never had before. I was really scared of my mother when I was young and I wouldn’t talk much in front of her but now I feel that I can tell her anything. She has become my best friend in some way. I guess she realized that what I was doing with my deen was good not extreme.. it was something that i was doing for a better life and hereafter. She shares her knowledge with me now while I share mines with her. My momma has become more understanding and is slowly following the deen which is what makes me happy. Alhamdulillah!! I can’t wait for her to be back!
I’ll leave you with this ayah:
(32) And We have enjoined on man to be dutiful and kind to his parents. His mother bears him with hardship and she brings him forth with hardship, and the bearing of him, and the weaning of him is thirty (30) months, till when he attains full strength and reaches forty years, he says: “My Lord! Grant me the power and ability that I may be grateful for Your Favour which You have bestowed upon me and upon my parents, and that I may do righteous good deeds, such as please You, and make my off-spring good. Truly, I have turned to You in repentance, and truly, I am one of the Muslims (submitting to Your Will).”
( سورة الأحقاف , Al-Ahqaf, Chapter #46, Verse #15)
Walaikumasalam
TORONTO — The mother of Omar Khadr could only sit helplessly and watch Tuesday as her “tiny boy,” accused in the death of a U.S. soldier in Afghanistan, cried out to her in a 2003 recording of a marathon Guantanamo Bay interrogation – her first glimpse of him in more than six years.In an exclusive interview at the family’s east-end Toronto home, Maha Elsamnah told The Canadian Press she felt powerless to intervene as she watched the video of Khadr, then just 16, weeping for his mother during an interview with a Canadian intelligence agent.
“My son is calling for me and I’m sitting here,” said Elsamnah, by turns stoic and distraught as she described seeing Khadr for the first time since he was taken into U.S. military custody following a deadly firefight in Afghanistan in 2002.
“I cried. I said, ‘O God, please answer his call. I can’t answer.’ I wish I can tell him. What can I do? I’m here. I wish he can hear me answering back.”
Part of the video, recorded in February 2003, shows Khadr sobbing uncontrollably. At one point, he whimpers a mantra that sounds like “Help me,” but which Elsamnah said were in fact an Arabic expression meaning, “Oh, mother.”
“I always heard his call in my dreams,” she said. “But I don’t know if he hears me crying.”
Sitting in her living room, Elsamnah said “the baby face” and “tiny boy” she saw in the grainy, out-of-focus video looked exactly the way he did when she last saw him.
That was a week or two before the clash in Afghanistan that left the 15-year-old badly wounded and near death. It was during that skirmish, U.S. authorities allege, that Khadr threw the grenade that killed an American medic, Sgt. Christopher Speer.
At another point during in the interrogation, Khadr pleads for the chance to go back to Canada.
“There’s not anything I can do about that,” says the agent, whose identity is concealed from view. “I want to stay in Cuba with you. The weather is nice – no snow.”
Both Elsamnah and Khadr’s older sister, Zaynab, 28, expressed dismay at the response.
“He’s sitting in a cell, in a cage, suffering from the heat. I don’t think he sees that as a very nice thing. He’s not there on a vacation. He’s there because he’s in jail,” said Zaynab.
“It’s just ridiculous to compare your vacation in Cuba to his stay in Cuba.”
“Mockery!” Elsamnah interjected. “He’s mocking him. He’s mocking a kid. A grownup with freedom and free will is mocking a kid.”
The Khadrs were once personal friends of terrorist mastermind Osama bin Laden, a relationship fostered by the family patriarch Ahmed Said Khadr, who was killed in a gun battle with Pakistan forces in October 2003.
Omar’s brother Karim, who suffered injuries in that same fight that left him paralyzed from the waist down, said he found it difficult to watch the video.
“I was very angry on the inside when I saw it – about what they made him go through for nothing,” Karim said as he sat on the living room carpet.
“Why did they even want to interrogate him? He’s only 16. They even make him feel worse. I’m pretty sure if there was any information inside him, the Americans had it already.”
Elsamnah said she realizes that many Canadians blame her and her late husband for Khadr’s plight. But she insisted that taking their outrage out on a child is unacceptable.
“I know they will say . . . it was a stupid family who took him there (but) Omar never went (to Afghanistan) to fight. We never went there to fight. We went there to help,” she said.
“War is not fun – it will never bring happiness to anybody. War is miserable.”
Another source: http://www.thestar.com/News/World/article/460367
Assalamualikum,
Brother Omar is now 21 years old and he was captured when he was 15 …in the video that has been released he was 16 and subhanallah you feel so much sadness when you see him talking and crying..The brother is suffering there and his lawyers are trying to help him ..Please make du’a for this brother..we all are making du’a for his release inshallah.. Make du’a for his family who are also suffering , his mother, his brother and his sister..Mashallah may Allah(S.W.T) reward them for their patience and strength ..Ameen ..
The family above
Omar Khadr’s brother Karim Khadr
Assalamualikum, to know more read here
SREBRENICA, Bosnia (July 11,2008 ) - Some 30,000 Bosnians gathered today to remember the genocide committed by the Serbian fascist aggressor in the eastern Bosnian town of Srebrenica in July 1995 and bury the remains of 307 newly identified genocide victims.
“The relatives of the genocide victims feel the world has forgotten Srebrenica.“
“The U.N. will never acknowledge their mistake, even though the genocide happened on their watch, before the eyes of the world,” said 36-year old Hafiza Klepic, who came from Denmark to bury the remains of her husband.“
We cannot forget the people who were killed in this war and we cannot forget the Mujahideen that fought for them and Islam
Walaikumasalam wa rahmatullah wa barakatahu
Expert says Moroccan lives ‘almost as a recluse’
· Case reopens debate about freedom of religion
A woman wearing a burqa. France has denied citizenship to a Moroccan woman who wears a burqa on the grounds of ‘insufficient assimilation’. Photograph: John Moore/Getty Images
France has denied citizenship to a Moroccan woman who wears a burqa on the grounds that her “radical” practice of Islam is incompatible with basic French values such as equality of the sexes.
The case yesterday reopened the debate about Islam in France, and how the secular republic reconciles itself with the freedom of religion guaranteed by the French constitution.
The woman, known as Faiza M, is 32, married to a French national and lives east of Paris. She has lived in France since 2000, speaks good French and has three children born in France. Social services reports said she lived in “total submission” to her husband. Her application for French nationality was rejected in 2005 on the grounds of “insufficient assimilation” into France. She appealed, invoking the French constitutional right to religious freedom and saying that she had never sought to challenge the fundamental values of France. But last month the Council of State, France’s highest administrative body, upheld the ruling.
“She has adopted a radical practice of her religion, incompatible with essential values of the French community, particularly the principle of equality of the sexes,” it said.
“Is the burqa incompatible with French citizenship?” asked Le Monde, which broke the story. The paper said it was the first time the level of a person’s personal religious practice had been used to rule on their capacity be to assimilated into France.
The legal expert who reported to the Council of State said the woman’s interviews with social services revealed that “she lives almost as a recluse, isolated from French society”.
The report said: “She has no idea about the secular state or the right to vote. She lives in total submission to her male relatives. She seems to find this normal and the idea of challenging it has never crossed her mind.”
The woman had said she was not veiled when she lived in Morocco and had worn the burqa since arriving in France at the request of her husband. She said she wore it more from habit than conviction.
Daniele Lochak, a law professor not involved in the case, said it was bizarre to consider that excessive submission to men was a reason not to grant citizenship. “If you follow that to its logical conclusion, it means that women whose partners beat them are also not worthy of being French,” he told Le Monde.
Jean-Pierre Dubois, head of France’s Human Rights League, said he was “vigilant” and was seeking more information.
France is home to nearly 5 million Muslims, roughly half of whom are French citizens. Criteria taken into account for granting French citizenship includes “assimilation”, which normally focuses on how well the candidate speaks French. In the past nationality was denied to Muslims who were known to have links with extremists or who had publicly advocated radicalism, but that was not the case of Faiza M.
The ruling comes weeks after a controversy prompted by a court annulment of the marriage of two Muslims because the husband said the wife was not a virgin as she had claimed to be.
France’s ban on headscarves and other religious symbols in state schools in 2004 sparked a heated debate over freedom and equality within the secular republic. The French government adheres to the theory that all French citizens are equal before the republic, and religion or ethnic background are matters for the private sphere. In practice, rights groups say, society is plagued by discrimination.
The president, Nicolas Sarkozy, has stressed the importance of “integration” into French life. Part of his heightened controls on immigrants is a new law to make foreigners who want to join their families sit an exam on French language and values before leaving their countries.
Assalamualikum,
Yes the hatred is becoming apparent now all over the world…We are aware of it but they are making it clear to us… We don’t like Islam get the heck out…In my opinon, if you are capable of making Hijrah just do it. Inshallah Allah(S.W.T) will give you the reward for it. It’s not easy but you don’t have to worry about this. It’s everywhere.. U.K, Canada, America, France even in muslim countries… Tunisia, Turkey..I don’t know where else practising Islam is going to be put in question.. Inshallah May Allah (S.W.T) make it easy for the sisters in this dunya Ameen
Walaykumasalam
Assalamualikum wa Rahmatullah wa Barakatahu,
Bismillahir Rahmanir Rahim
Whomsoever Allah guides, he is the guided one, and whomsoever He sends astray, those! They are the losers.
( سورة الأعراف , Al-Araf, Chapter #7, Verse #178)
This ayah above is so true. It doesn’t matter if we are born muslim or just became muslim it is Allah (subhana wa taala) who guides us. We all are by birth muslims and then we follow what our parents follow. I am a born muslimah but I am no different then a revert muslimah. I was born in a muslim country to muslim parents and yet I really realized the importance of Islam at the age of 14 in a non-muslim country.
Islam to me before was just a part of life. Something I could pick whenever I needed it. I was told to pray and read Qur’an but no one took the time to sit and teach me the proper way. Yes my parents hired those Islamic tutors but he was really no help. He taught me how to memorize and recite surahs in the Qur’an alhamdulillah but he didn’t teach me the meaning of it. I learned how to pray by just seeing my parents pray but no one came and told me how to pray.
I was on the fitrah though just never realized it until later. 12 years I lived in Dubai, U.A.E and yet I felt like I never learned anything. At that moment I thought I knew everything until I moved to the U.S. IN U.S I learnt that Life’z hard and you gotta live with it.
I got hit real bad in N.Y. I saw people of all kinds and I was exposed to them. In school, I became a tomboyish girl. I used to wear tight clothes without realizing it, mixed with people I wasn’t supposed to, and learnt alot of things I shouldn’t even be aware of. On top of all that my mom left and I had no one but my two brothers and a bunch of bachelors to deal with at my house. Life in N.Y was hard and a girl like me who used to cry for every little thing turned into a souljette there.
What turned everything around was when I started going to the masjid. My brothers used to go there but I didn’t as I didn’t wear a hijab although I was way past my time. My brothers started getting religious and they started talking about Islam to me and my mom when she was still there. She didnt’ like it as “kids” aren’t supposed to know anything ..adults know better. They had many fights while I would just go to sleep or sometimes listen. Then after my mom left around grade 8 spring break I started wearing Hijab. I LOVED IT. I know that at the time it was uncomfortable as I didn’t know what my friends would say as it was in the middle of the month. Well they said alot of things but I didn’t really care. I started going to the masjid and I met wonderful revert sisters and that is when I really felt like a loser. I saw the light that glowed from the sisters that became muslim. They would talk about Islam with pride while I was born into it and I learnt nothing compared to them.
I made Islam my way of life then. I felt guilty for wasting all those years knowing nothing. I started to read more and learn from these sisters more and became best friends with the Imam’s daughter who I love even though i’m so far away from her now. She taught me a lot and she helped me out alot. I started wearing skirts and started changing my lifestyle. I was practically living at the masjid or at my best friend’s house. I even started to learn how to pray in the right manner.
Alhamdulillah!! Then I moved into my other best friend’s house who would tell me about Islam when no one else properly did. I remember that I liked listening to the islamic stories she used to tell me. Who knew she’d become my best friend in couple years time. ANyways I started living with her and I started becoming part of the family. I loved her mom because she taught these children about Islam and to fear Allah. She trusted them as well.
Everyday we’d sit after maghrib and talk about Islam. I bought a QUran..actually my brothers bought me an english Quran which helped me know the meaning of the QUran and learn the truth. I started memorizing surahs and my aunt..my best friend’s mom would help me out. Mashallah May Allah (S.W.T) reward that family for teaching me so much >Ameen.
IN couple months with them I talked to my best friend about Niqab and she thought it was a good idea..My other best friend who was the IMam’s daughter used to wear it and I had alot of respect for her so I told her that me and my other friend have decided to wear it so she lent me couple niqabs and the summer of August 2004 I started wearing niqab. ALHAMDULILLAH!
I went through alot of obstacles sure but it was worth it..TIll now it is worth it.. I gained alot more than I lost..SUre i had to fight with everyone..Sure I had issues with people but I didn’t care because in the end Only GOD can judge me..
When I needed people ..no one was there. except for Allah and till now I know that no one will be there except Allah (S.W.T) in this journey through life. I was born alone, I will die alone and I will be resurrected alone. Jazakallah khair for reading this if you have
May Allah (S.W.T) reward those who have helped me come into this path of guidance. Ameen
