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Khalid came into the room. I was sitting on my bed reading a translation of the Quran. “What are you reading?” he asked.
“Quran.” I answered. He just shrugged and threw himself onto his bed.
I went back to my reading. I was reading surah Al-Baqarah the cow. I was planning to finish reading the translation of the whole Quran in this Ramadan. All of a sudden I saw Khalid turning and tossing on his bed. Suddenly he shot up on his bed and sat up straight. “What happened?” I asked.
He placed his hand on his forehead and dropped back onto his bed. “Are you ok Khalid?” I asked worriedly.
He nodded and went back to sleep. He twisted and turned for a couple of seconds then found a comfortable position. After a while he fell asleep. Ahmed was just waking up.
“Hey what time is it?” he asked drowsily while rubbing his eyes.
I glanced at my watch. “7:40 don’t you think it’s about time you got up?”
He chuckled. “Nah. I’ll sleep till nine. Wake me up then.” He said while going back to sleep.
“You sleep too much.” I said as I went outside. I bumped into Khadeejah.
“Ramadan Mubarak Khalil! Is Khalid awake?” she asked happily. She was clutching a notebook in her hands.
“No he went to sleep.” I answered.
“Do you want to read my book? Well actually it’s not a book yet, but I just finished my good copy. Tell me what you think.” She said as she handed me the notebook.
“What’s it about?” I asked curiously.
“It was supposed to be about the effects of sin and the benefit of Dhikr but I got tired of translating so I wrote my own book. It’s about death and the punishment of the grave.”
“Great.” I murmured. I had enough of thinking about death.
“I’ll read it.” I promised. I had nothing else to do right now anyways.
“Thanks. Oh, and feel free to give me any criticism. It’ll help me improve the book if I know what’s wrong with it.” She said as she headed to her room.
I went downstairs to the living room and plopped down on the couch. I started to read.
“Bismillah. Dear brothers and sisters, fear the Almighty Lord. And be cautious of his watching. Today there is no reckoning no retribution, no judgment, no accountability, but there is a chance for you all to perform as many good deeds as possible. But this indeed will come to an end. Tomorrow it will come to an end an tomorrow there will be judgment, there will be retribution there will be a reckoning an accountability but there will be no chance to perform good deeds but man continues to play, to waste time, to do injustice and mockery until the end death befalls him. And then and only then will he wake up from his deep sleep. Dear brothers and sisters, soon your souls will reach your throats and your legs will be bound together. And you shall be parted from your mother, father, brother, sister, daughter, son, husband, wife, grandfather, grandmother, friends, and any one else you are close to. They shall wash you, shroud you, pray over you, and the carry you over their shoulders into that hole. And they shall leave you there after piling the dirt over you. Before they would tell you how much they loved you, how much they cared. But on that day no one will be willing to put themselves into that hole with you. No one will be willing to die and be with you in your grave. The only thing that will follow you, the eonly thing that will always remain loyal to you, are your good deeds. They will never depart you. They will stand there protecting you from the dirt that is thrown over you, from the rocks and pebbles that fall in. They are the only ones that will never betray you. So why do you work so hard on other worldly items? Why not strive to increase your good deeds in his life so they can help you and intercede for you in the next life?
They will leave you in that hole after they filled it up with the dirt and dust. You will hear their footsteps as they leave then… silence. Nothing not a sound. You look around you and see nothing but darkness. Suddenly you feel the presence of something else. You look up and see an angel. His face and body is dark and terrifying. You look at his face and you’re filled with extreme horror. He carries tools of torture within his hand.
“Ya Allah!” you shout. “If I truly knew death was this bad I would have been your best servant! Please Allah! I now know! Please send me back and I will be the best.”
The angel speaks to you. Each word sending shivers down your spine. “No more sound from you! You said you were Muslims yet you did not obey Allah! You were warned by your family yet you did not take heed! You knew about hell and the punishment from Allah yet it did not scare you to turn back to him. This is your reward for choosing the life that you wanted. You fell for the desires and you did not want to sacrifice the sinful fun to pleasing Allah. Now you will face the pleasure of the World that is now gone from you forever, or the pleasure of Paradise that will last forever.”
“But the pain is too much to bear! Please take away some of the pain!” you scream.
“Pain?! You have not even felt pain. You have seen nothing yet. For you the terrors of the grave await you. For you, the horrors of the Day of Judgment are approaching.
“Khalil you’re pale!” I heard dad say. I looked up.
“What are you reading?” he asked.
“It’s Khadeejah’s she said she wrote it.” I answered casually.
“What’s it about?”
“Death.”
“Is it good.”
“I love it. She writes pretty good for her age.”
“Can I see it?” he asked. I gave the notebook to him and he scanned through it. I got up and went to the kitchen.
Mom was cleaning. I stood at the entrance and watched her wash the dishes we used to eat Suhuur. They were all piled on the counter. I guess if she would cook less then there would be less dishes. I could imagine how much she would be cooking for Iftaar. :X
“Assalamu Alaykum Khalil. Did you just wake up?” she asked.
“No. I couldn’t go to sleep.”
“Where are the other boys?”
“Sleeping.”
“I think you should try to get some sleep too. Or else you’ll be too tired later.”
“I don’t really feel like it.”
She shrugged and went back to her cleaning. I went upstairs. As I passed the living room I saw Dad still reading. He looked up.
“Sorry Khalil but this is too good to put down.” He chuckled.
I went to our room but they were still asleep. So I went to the girls bedroom. I knocked on the door.
“Come in.” I heard Khawla say.
I opened the door and went inside. They were all sitting on the floor playing a board game.
“Hi Khalil. Can you believe I’m still fasting?” Aisha said.
I chuckled. “It’s not even nine yet.”
“Still that shows that I can keep my fast.”
I sat on one of the beds. “Did you finish reading?” Khadeejah asked. I shook my head.
“No, Dad took it. He’s reading it right now. I’ll finish reading when he’s done. But he said it’s good.”
I saw her face light up. “Did you like it?” she asked.
“Yeah, in the beginning you feel like you’re right there in the grave. It’s pretty cool.”
“What’s pretty cool?” Aisha asked.
“My book.” Khadeejah answered proudly.
I watched them play for a while. “I’m so bored.” I groaned.
“Do you want to play?” Khawla asked.
“No.” I went back to our room. I lied down on my bed. Just then I heard Khalid’s cell phone. I got it and answered it.
“Assalamu Alaykum?” I heard someone say.
“Wa Alaykum Assalam.” I answered.
“Khalid?”
“No it’s Khalil.”
“Oh great. It’s Yusuf. What are you doing?” he asked.
“Nothing. I’m bored to death.”
“Where’s your brother?”
“Asleep.”
“Oh. Why don’t you come to the Masjid? We can play some basketball. Yunus and Zaki are here too.”
“Ok I’ll ask my dad.”
“Ok see you later then. Wait can you get the basketball? We didn’t bring one.”
“Ok I will. Bye.”
“Bye.”
I went to the living room. Dad looked up from the book.
“Dad can I go to the Masjid?”
“Masjid?” he asked.
“Yeah, Yusuf, Yunus, and Zaki are there. We’re gona shoot some hoops.”
“But wont you get tired?”
“Not really. We wont play too hard.”
“Ok. You can go.” He said.
I turned to leave. “Wait Khalil.” Dad called me.
He got up and got something from a top shelf.
He handed me a box. “Ramadan Mubarak.” He said.
I opened it and took out a new cell phone.
“I think you’ve learned your lesson.” He chuckled.
I grinned. “Thanks dad.” I said as I left to get changed.
Dad took away my first cell phone after I downloaded so many games and stuff which added to the bill. ;D
I changed then got my basketball and raced out.
“Khalil! Wait.”
I turned around and saw Mom waving to me from the door.
“Are you going to the Masjid?” she asked.
“Yeah.” I answered as I walked back towards the house.
“Can you do me a favor?” she asked as she gave me a paper.
“What is it?”
“Can you get me those books from the Masjid Library?”
“Ok.”
I headed towards the Masjid. When I got there I saw Zaki and Yusuf standing outside. When they saw me they waved me over. I trotted over to them. “Hi Khalil!” Zaki shouted.
“Where’s Yunus?” I asked.
“He’s inside. I’ll go call him.” Yusuf said as he headed to the Masjid door.
“Where’s your brother?” Zaki asked.
“He went to sleep.”
“How bout Ahmed?”
“Asleep.”
He chuckled. “Why aren’t you asleep?” he asked.
“I didn’t feel like it.” I answered while bouncing the ball.
Yusuf and Yunus came back. We went to the lot behind the Masjid. The sheikh had made it into a basketball court about five months ago after Ahmed’s dad, Amu Rami, suggested it.
We played a couple of games. Then Yunus sat down on a bench.
“I’m getting thirsty.”
Zaki sat down next to him. “Yeah that’s enough.”
“Nah. Come on Khalil let’s keep on playing.” Yusuf said as he threw the ball to me.
“One on one.” I said.
Yusuf
I threw the ball and it sailed right through the net.
“Three points!” I exclaimed.
We played for five more minutes. Then we sat down in exhaustion. We heard some on behind us. Sheikh Fiez was walking towards us.
“Are you guys tired?” he chuckled.
He took the ball and dribbled it a little bit. Then he jumped up and with a flick of his hand the ball went right through the net. Then he went back this time he went right under the net. Then he jumped and dunked the ball in.
We stared at him astonished.
He laughed. “You cant imagine me playing huh? I use to play ball back in collage.” He said as he passed the ball to me.
“You’re good.” Yusuf complimented.
“Thanks. I’m gona go back inside.” He said as he waved.
We went inside and went to the bathroom. I splashed water on my face. I dried my face then I went to the Masjid Library. Yusuf and Zaki followed.
“You read to much Khalil.” Yusuf joked.
“I have to get these books for my mom.” I said as I glanced at the paper she gave me. The first book was a Seerah of the Prophet. I found that one easily. The second one was a book of advice. I looked but I couldn’t find it.
“What’s it called?” Zaki asked.
“You Can Be The Happiest Woman In The World.” I answered.
We kept on looking.
“Hey I found it.” Yusuf exclaimed.
“Great.” I said as I took the books. We went to the Shiekh’s office.
“Hello Khalil.” He said as he looked up from his papers.
“I want to check these out.” I said.
He took the book, wrote down the names, my name, and the date. Then he gave them back to me.
I waved then went outside.
“Are you going to go home?” Zaki asked as he caught up to me.
“Yeah.” I glanced at my watch. 9:30.
“You know we’re moving into a house next to yours. Dad just bought it.” He remarked.
“Really?” I asked.
“Yeah. We’re going to move there after Eid. My mom doesn’t want to move during Ramadan. She says it’s too much hard work.” He chuckled.
“I can’t wait. See you at Dhuhr Inshallah.” I called as I left.
“Bye.” He said as he headed back to the Masjid.
I got home after a while. Dad was leaving. He waved at me as he got into his car. I waved back and went into the house.
“Assalamu Alaykum.” I said as I entered the kitchen.
“Wa Alaykum Assalam.” Mom answered.
“I got you your books.”
“Oh, thank you.” She said as I gave her the books.
I went upstairs. I came up to our room. The door was open but only a little crack. I opened and went inside. At an instinct I looked up and saw a glass of water falling down right down at me. Splash! I was all wet. Ahmed started laughing and Khalid was trying his best not to laugh.
”That’s not funny.” I remarked angrily.
Ahmed stopped laughing. “Sorry Khalil. That was meant for Khawla. She keeps coming in.”
“Still what if that cup had broken on one of our heads? Then what would you do?”
“We’d be going to your funeral the next day.” Khalid joked.
I shook the water from my wet hair then I changed my shirt then sat down on my bed.
“Where did you go by the way?” Khalid asked.
“Masjid.” I answered.
“Masjid? For what?” Khalid asked.
“We played basketball.”
“Who’s we?
“Zaki, Yusuf, Yunus, and me.
“How come you didn’t wake us up?”Ahmed asked.
“Well you guys were asleep… and I didn’t want to bother you.” I answered. I lied down on my bed.
“I’m so bored.” I complained.
Khalid came into the room. I was sitting on my bed reading a translation of the Quran. “What are you reading?” he asked.
“Quran.” I answered. He just shrugged and threw himself onto his bed.
I went back to my reading. I was reading surah Al-Baqarah the cow. I was planning to finish reading the translation of the whole Quran in this Ramadan. All of a sudden I saw Khalid turning and tossing on his bed. Suddenly he shot up on his bed and sat up straight. “What happened?” I asked.
He placed his hand on his forehead and dropped back onto his bed. “Are you ok Khalid?” I asked worriedly.
He nodded and went back to sleep. He twisted and turned for a couple of seconds then found a comfortable position. After a while he fell asleep. Ahmed was just waking up.
“Hey what time is it?” he asked drowsily while rubbing his eyes.
I glanced at my watch. “7:40 don’t you think it’s about time you got up?”
He chuckled. “Nah. I’ll sleep till nine. Wake me up then.” He said while going back to sleep.
“You sleep too much.” I said as I went outside. I bumped into Khadeejah.
“Ramadan Mubarak Khalil! Is Khalid awake?” she asked happily. She was clutching a notebook in her hands.
“No he went to sleep.” I answered.
“Do you want to read my book? Well actually it’s not a book yet, but I just finished my good copy. Tell me what you think.” She said as she handed me the notebook.
“What’s it about?” I asked curiously.
“It was supposed to be about the effects of sin and the benefit of Dhikr but I got tired of translating so I wrote my own book. It’s about death and the punishment of the grave.”
“Great.” I murmured. I had enough of thinking about death.
“I’ll read it.” I promised. I had nothing else to do right now anyways.
“Thanks. Oh, and feel free to give me any criticism. It’ll help me improve the book if I know what’s wrong with it.” She said as she headed to her room.
I went downstairs to the living room and plopped down on the couch. I started to read.
“Bismillah. Dear brothers and sisters, fear the Almighty Lord. And be cautious of his watching. Today there is no reckoning no retribution, no judgment, no accountability, but there is a chance for you all to perform as many good deeds as possible. But this indeed will come to an end. Tomorrow it will come to an end an tomorrow there will be judgment, there will be retribution there will be a reckoning an accountability but there will be no chance to perform good deeds but man continues to play, to waste time, to do injustice and mockery until the end death befalls him. And then and only then will he wake up from his deep sleep. Dear brothers and sisters, soon your souls will reach your throats and your legs will be bound together. And you shall be parted from your mother, father, brother, sister, daughter, son, husband, wife, grandfather, grandmother, friends, and any one else you are close to. They shall wash you, shroud you, pray over you, and the carry you over their shoulders into that hole. And they shall leave you there after piling the dirt over you. Before they would tell you how much they loved you, how much they cared. But on that day no one will be willing to put themselves into that hole with you. No one will be willing to die and be with you in your grave. The only thing that will follow you, the eonly thing that will always remain loyal to you, are your good deeds. They will never depart you. They will stand there protecting you from the dirt that is thrown over you, from the rocks and pebbles that fall in. They are the only ones that will never betray you. So why do you work so hard on other worldly items? Why not strive to increase your good deeds in his life so they can help you and intercede for you in the next life?
They will leave you in that hole after they filled it up with the dirt and dust. You will hear their footsteps as they leave then… silence. Nothing not a sound. You look around you and see nothing but darkness. Suddenly you feel the presence of something else. You look up and see an angel. His face and body is dark and terrifying. You look at his face and you’re filled with extreme horror. He carries tools of torture within his hand.
“Ya Allah!” you shout. “If I truly knew death was this bad I would have been your best servant! Please Allah! I now know! Please send me back and I will be the best.”
The angel speaks to you. Each word sending shivers down your spine. “No more sound from you! You said you were Muslims yet you did not obey Allah! You were warned by your family yet you did not take heed! You knew about hell and the punishment from Allah yet it did not scare you to turn back to him. This is your reward for choosing the life that you wanted. You fell for the desires and you did not want to sacrifice the sinful fun to pleasing Allah. Now you will face the pleasure of the World that is now gone from you forever, or the pleasure of Paradise that will last forever.”
“But the pain is too much to bear! Please take away some of the pain!” you scream.
“Pain?! You have not even felt pain. You have seen nothing yet. For you the terrors of the grave await you. For you, the horrors of the Day of Judgment are approaching.
“Khalil you’re pale!” I heard dad say. I looked up.
“What are you reading?” he asked.
“It’s Khadeejah’s she said she wrote it.” I answered casually.
“What’s it about?”
“Death.”
“Is it good.”
“I love it. She writes pretty good for her age.”
“Can I see it?” he asked. I gave the notebook to him and he scanned through it. I got up and went to the kitchen.
Mom was cleaning. I stood at the entrance and watched her wash the dishes we used to eat Suhuur. They were all piled on the counter. I guess if she would cook less then there would be less dishes. I could imagine how much she would be cooking for Iftaar. :X
“Assalamu Alaykum Khalil. Did you just wake up?” she asked.
“No. I couldn’t go to sleep.”
“Where are the other boys?”
“Sleeping.”
“I think you should try to get some sleep too. Or else you’ll be too tired later.”
“I don’t really feel like it.”
She shrugged and went back to her cleaning. I went upstairs. As I passed the living room I saw Dad still reading. He looked up.
“Sorry Khalil but this is too good to put down.” He chuckled.
I went to our room but they were still asleep. So I went to the girls bedroom. I knocked on the door.
“Come in.” I heard Khawla say.
I opened the door and went inside. They were all sitting on the floor playing a board game.
“Hi Khalil. Can you believe I’m still fasting?” Aisha said.
I chuckled. “It’s not even nine yet.”
“Still that shows that I can keep my fast.”
I sat on one of the beds. “Did you finish reading?” Khadeejah asked. I shook my head.
“No, Dad took it. He’s reading it right now. I’ll finish reading when he’s done. But he said it’s good.”
I saw her face light up. “Did you like it?” she asked.
“Yeah, in the beginning you feel like you’re right there in the grave. It’s pretty cool.”
“What’s pretty cool?” Aisha asked.
“My book.” Khadeejah answered proudly.
I watched them play for a while. “I’m so bored.” I groaned.
“Do you want to play?” Khawla asked.
“No.” I went back to our room. I lied down on my bed. Just then I heard Khalid’s cell phone. I got it and answered it.
“Assalamu Alaykum?” I heard someone say.
“Wa Alaykum Assalam.” I answered.
“Khalid?”
“No it’s Khalil.”
“Oh great. It’s Yusuf. What are you doing?” he asked.
“Nothing. I’m bored to death.”
“Where’s your brother?”
“Asleep.”
“Oh. Why don’t you come to the Masjid? We can play some basketball. Yunus and Zaki are here too.”
“Ok I’ll ask my dad.”
“Ok see you later then. Wait can you get the basketball? We didn’t bring one.”
“Ok I will. Bye.”
“Bye.”
I went to the living room. Dad looked up from the book.
“Dad can I go to the Masjid?”
“Masjid?” he asked.
“Yeah, Yusuf, Yunus, and Zaki are there. We’re gona shoot some hoops.”
“But wont you get tired?”
“Not really. We wont play too hard.”
“Ok. You can go.” He said.
I turned to leave. “Wait Khalil.” Dad called me.
He got up and got something from a top shelf.
He handed me a box. “Ramadan Mubarak.” He said.
I opened it and took out a new cell phone.
“I think you’ve learned your lesson.” He chuckled.
I grinned. “Thanks dad.” I said as I left to get changed.
Dad took away my first cell phone after I downloaded so many games and stuff which added to the bill. ;D
I changed then got my basketball and raced out.
“Khalil! Wait.”
I turned around and saw Mom waving to me from the door.
“Are you going to the Masjid?” she asked.
“Yeah.” I answered as I walked back towards the house.
“Can you do me a favor?” she asked as she gave me a paper.
“What is it?”
“Can you get me those books from the Masjid Library?”
“Ok.”
I headed towards the Masjid. When I got there I saw Zaki and Yusuf standing outside. When they saw me they waved me over. I trotted over to them. “Hi Khalil!” Zaki shouted.
“Where’s Yunus?” I asked.
“He’s inside. I’ll go call him.” Yusuf said as he headed to the Masjid door.
“Where’s your brother?” Zaki asked.
“He went to sleep.”
“How bout Ahmed?”
“Asleep.”
He chuckled. “Why aren’t you asleep?” he asked.
“I didn’t feel like it.” I answered while bouncing the ball.
Yusuf and Yunus came back. We went to the lot behind the Masjid. The sheikh had made it into a basketball court about five months ago after Ahmed’s dad, Amu Rami, suggested it.
We played a couple of games. Then Yunus sat down on a bench.
“I’m getting thirsty.”
Zaki sat down next to him. “Yeah that’s enough.”
“Nah. Come on Khalil let’s keep on playing.” Yusuf said as he threw the ball to me.
“One on one.” I said.
Yusuf
I threw the ball and it sailed right through the net.
“Three points!” I exclaimed.
We played for five more minutes. Then we sat down in exhaustion. We heard some on behind us. Sheikh Fiez was walking towards us.
“Are you guys tired?” he chuckled.
He took the ball and dribbled it a little bit. Then he jumped up and with a flick of his hand the ball went right through the net. Then he went back this time he went right under the net. Then he jumped and dunked the ball in.
We stared at him astonished.
He laughed. “You cant imagine me playing huh? I use to play ball back in collage.” He said as he passed the ball to me.
“You’re good.” Yusuf complimented.
“Thanks. I’m gona go back inside.” He said as he waved.
We went inside and went to the bathroom. I splashed water on my face. I dried my face then I went to the Masjid Library. Yusuf and Zaki followed.
“You read to much Khalil.” Yusuf joked.
“I have to get these books for my mom.” I said as I glanced at the paper she gave me. The first book was a Seerah of the Prophet. I found that one easily. The second one was a book of advice. I looked but I couldn’t find it.
“What’s it called?” Zaki asked.
“You Can Be The Happiest Woman In The World.” I answered.
We kept on looking.
“Hey I found it.” Yusuf exclaimed.
“Great.” I said as I took the books. We went to the Shiekh’s office.
“Hello Khalil.” He said as he looked up from his papers.
“I want to check these out.” I said.
He took the book, wrote down the names, my name, and the date. Then he gave them back to me.
I waved then went outside.
“Are you going to go home?” Zaki asked as he caught up to me.
“Yeah.” I glanced at my watch. 9:30.
“You know we’re moving into a house next to yours. Dad just bought it.” He remarked.
“Really?” I asked.
“Yeah. We’re going to move there after Eid. My mom doesn’t want to move during Ramadan. She says it’s too much hard work.” He chuckled.
“I can’t wait. See you at Dhuhr Inshallah.” I called as I left.
“Bye.” He said as he headed back to the Masjid.
I got home after a while. Dad was leaving. He waved at me as he got into his car. I waved back and went into the house.
“Assalamu Alaykum.” I said as I entered the kitchen.
“Wa Alaykum Assalam.” Mom answered.
“I got you your books.”
“Oh, thank you.” She said as I gave her the books.
I went upstairs. I came up to our room. The door was open but only a little crack. I opened and went inside. At an instinct I looked up and saw a glass of water falling down right down at me. Splash! I was all wet. Ahmed started laughing and Khalid was trying his best not to laugh.
”That’s not funny.” I remarked angrily.
Ahmed stopped laughing. “Sorry Khalil. That was meant for Khawla. She keeps coming in.”
“Still what if that cup had broken on one of our heads? Then what would you do?”
“We’d be going to your funeral the next day.” Khalid joked.
I shook the water from my wet hair then I changed my shirt then sat down on my bed.
“Where did you go by the way?” Khalid asked.
“Masjid.” I answered.
“Masjid? For what?” Khalid asked.
“We played basketball.”
“Who’s we?
“Zaki, Yusuf, Yunus, and me.
“How come you didn’t wake us up?”Ahmed asked.
“Well you guys were asleep… and I didn’t want to bother you.” I answered. I lied down on my bed.
“I’m so bored.” I complained.
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“Me too.” Khalid said.
Do you guys want to go to the Masjid?” Ahmed asked.
“Masjid? But I just came back from there.” I answered.
“Okay then. You can stay home while we go to the Masjid.” Ahmed said as he headed for the door. Khalid followed him.
“No wait! Never mind I’ll go with you guys.” I called after them. There was no way I was going to stay at home by my self.
“Do you guys want to take the bikes?” Ahmed asked.
“Why? Are you too lazy to walk?” I chided.
“No but it would be more fun to ride.” He defended himself.
We went to the backyard and got our bikes. Ahmed used Khalid’s old one. We rode to the Masjid.
“Khalil you should have brought your basketball. What are we going to do there?” Ahmed said.
“I don’t know. It was your idea to go to the Masjid.” I answered.
When we got there we put away our bikes.
“Let’s go see if any one is playing.” Khalid said.
I followed behind them slowly. I didn’t feel like playing.
As we came closer to the basketball court we saw two figures in the corner talking. They looked up and saw us. One of them hid something in his pocket. When we were close enough I saw that they were Amin and Hasan.
“Assalamu Alaykum.” Khalid greeted them.
“Wa Alaykum Assalam.” They replied.
“Do you have a ball?” Hasan asked.
We shook our heads. “We were hoping someone else might have.” Ahmed said. I played around with a little pebble on the ground as they talked. I gave it a soft kick but it was enough to make it roll a few yards. I looked up and saw Amin staring at me curiously. When he saw me looking at him he turned away.
“I have to go.” He said abruptly ignoring my stare. I raised my eyebrows slightly and watched him leave. What was that about I wondered?
I saw that they were all heading inside so I followed them again. They were talking with someone. Mr. Aziz I recognized.
“Hello Khalil.” He said as I walked up to them.
“Do you want to go?” Ahmed asked Khalid and Khalid nodded.
“Go where?” I asked them.
Mr. Aziz gave me a paper. I scanned through it.
“Since school will be closed this Ramadan we thought that kids might be bored. So we decided to make a program every day during Ramadan. You can choose your classes. They’ll be teaching Ramadan Figh issues, Islamic history, Hadith, Quran classes, Tafseer, and Seerah classes. And you can brush on your regular subjects. There’s also fun stuff like sports, arts and crafts, and computer classes. The program will be held everyday of the week from 10:00-3:30. It will start tomorrow Inshallah.” Mr. Aziz explained.
“That’s great. We’ve been bored the whole day with nothing to do. This’ll be interesting.” I said.
“Yeah and we don’t have to get up at seven to go.” Ahmed chuckled.
“Well I hope to see you there then. Good bye.” He said as he waved and left. I looked at my watch, 10:45. Time goes by so slowly I thought.
“Where’s Hasan?” I asked.
“He went to go look for Amin.” Khalid answered.
“Hey, I just remembered that you two are going to be seventeen tomorrow.” Ahmed chuckled. He had turned seventeen two months ago.
“I know but I’m not excited. I like being sixteen more. It even sounds better.” I said. Khalid laughed.
“You were excited about it a few days ago remember?”
“Cant I change my mind?”
“No.”
We went to the Musallah and sat down. We each took a book and read it to pass the time. I was counting the time until Dhuhr. To me that’s when the day begins. I don’t know why. I guess it’s because I feel so energetic at that time and also most people are up at that time. From the corner of my eye I saw someone enter.
Shiekh Fiez came in and prayed two Rak'ats. Then he sat down against the wall and read some Quran quietly.
I stared at the ceiling and let my mind thoughts wander.
For some reason my sisters’ faces came into my thoughts. I tried to think about something else but I couldn’t. It was like as if my thoughts were glued on them. What should I get them for an Eid gift? Khadeejah liked books, lecture CD’s, and any kind of learning materials. She was trying to get a lecture series last week but they were too expensive. Maybe I could get her those if I find them but they would have to be cheap. There is no way I’m going to spend all my money on her. Aisha was easy. You can just get her a doll or a stuffed animal and she’ll be happy. Khawla was the hard one. I never knew exactly what to get her. I usually just gave her a box of chocolate but I could always tell that she was disappointed. Maybe a nice framed picture would work. Maybe.
“Khalil, do you want to go back home?” Ahmed asked.
I looked at my watch, 11:45. Still about half an hour left.
“Ok. We can come back to Dhuhr with Dad if he’s home.” I answered.
We went outside and got our bikes out, then we rode back home. When we got there I saw Amu Rami and Khala Hala outside. Aisha threw open the door and ran to greet her parents.
We all went inside. Ahmed greeted his parents then he and Khalid went upstairs. I went back outside. I called Yusuf for no reason.
“Hey Khalid.” He answered.
“Hey, what’s up?”
“Nothing. Except… never mind.”
“What? What is it?” I asked my curiosity arousing. Yusuf was silent for a while. When he answered he sounded unsure.
“I don’t know I’m probably just making it in to a big deal…”
“What happened?” it wasn’t like Yusuf to be like this.
“I’ll tell you later. Anyway are you going to the Janazah?” he asked changing the subject.
“I guess so. But to tell the truth I’m not really excited about it anymore.”
“Who is?” he chuckled. “But what’s wrong?”
“Nothing I’m just fed up with this topic.”
“Which one?”
“Death. Everywhere I go this week that’s all I think about. Even Khadeejah wrote a whole book about it.”
“You’ll get over it…I mean I was kinda like that the first day Muhammad died because that was my first encounter of someone dying.”
“Really? Come on. You never heard of any one dying?”
“Of course I have but I haven’t seen someone dying in front of my face. And I’m sure you haven’t either.”
“No…”
We were quite for a while. Then he changed the topic again.
“Are you going to go to that extracurricular youth program?”
“The one Mr. Aziz set up for us while school’s closed?”
“Yup. My dad thinks it’s a great idea so I’m gona go. Are you coming?”
“Yeah.”
“I heard Ahmed’s parents are leaving for Umrah. Is it true?”
“Yeah, they’re with us right now.”
“When are they leaving?”
“After an hour or something.”
“No, when are they going to leave for Umrah.”
“The day after tomorrow I guess. Some of my relatives are throwing them a farewell party tomorrow night.” I replied.
“Bummer. Are you going to stick around?”
“Never! They’re going to have it after Isha. I’m going to Taraweeh.”
“Won’t your family be disappointed?”
“I don’t think so. Besides what difference would it make if I was there or not.”
“None.” He chuckled. I glanced at my watch 12:20.
“Hey it’s almost time for Dhuhr. I’ll see ya at the Masjid.”
“Ok bye.”
I went upstairs and made Wudu’. Then I went to our room.
“Do you two wana come with me to the Masjid?” I asked them.
They looked up from their board game.
“No. We’re gona pray here with Amu and dad. Then we’re going over to Ahmed’s house.” Khalid answered.
“Well, I’m gona go to the Masjid.” They both shrugged.
I went downstairs. Dad stopped me.
“Are you coming with us?” he asked.
“No.”
“Ok then, but keep your cell-phone on.”
“I’m gona hang out with Yusuf.” I said as I headed outside.
It was getting late so I jogged. I got to the Masjid and saw a couple of people hurrying to make wudu before the prayer started. I found a spot in the front behind the Shiekh.
Five more minutes until Salah.
Soon the lines were filling up. I saw Yusuf making his way to the front. He sat down next to me.
Shiekh Muhammad stood up and made a small announcement.
“Salamu Alaykum brothers. There will be Janazah prayer after the Dhuhr so I hope everyone stays to pray Inshallah.” Then he called the Iqamah. Some one came and sat down next to me. I turned and saw that it was Amin. He seemed to be out of breath.
“Hey Amin. What’s going on?” I said.
“Huh... oh hi.” He answered absentmindedly then he saw Yusuf. He frowned and moved away from us a little bit. Yusuf frowned and looked away. After a while we all stood up to start the prayer. After the Dhuhr was over I saw some men carrying a box into the Musallah. All of a sudden Amin got up and left.
“That’s strange. Isn’t he going to pray?” Yusuf said as we watched him make his way out of the Masjid. I shrugged and turned back to the box. They placed it front of everyone.
“Where’s your twin?” I head someone ask me. I turned and saw Sheikh Fiez sit next to me.
“Where’s your brother?” he repeated.
“Khalid? He stayed at home with Dad. They said they were going somewhere.” I replied turning back to the box. They were about to pray so I stood up. Salatul Janazah is way different from other prayers because there’s no ruku’ or sujuud in it. When we were finished a couple men rushed forward to help them carry the body. Yusuf and I went outside. Amu jihad followed us out.
“Do you want to come with us Khalil?”
“Ok.” I answered.
“Ok I have a few things I have to do. You boys can wait a few minutes right.” We nodded and he left to go talk to the Shiekh.
“You never told me what happened to you.” I reminded Yusuf.
“Oh that… forget it.” He answered.
I stared at him for a moment. He looked away uneasily.
“Why? Is it serious?” I asked.
“Yeah, but… fine. I’ll tell you but if anyone hears about this…” he frowned at me.
“They wont.” I promised.
“Ok… it’s… it’s about Yunus.”
“Yunus?”
He nodded. “I think he’s connected with some kind of drug thing.” He said quietly. I gasped.
“Yunus?! No way!” I said shocked. Yunus was so…good. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. There was no way it could be true.
Yusuf’s face looked hurt. “I know but I just cant believe it.”
“Where did you hear that?”
“He came home yesterday and I saw him take a package out from a jacket pocket then he went back outside. I asked him what was in it but he got so mad that I saw.”
“Did he tell you?”
“No, he just said it’s something for Amin. I asked him what it was and he said he doesn’t know.”
“Why do you think it’s drugs.”
“I know Amin’s dealing with drugs. His Mom even know but she cant do anything about it.”
“What? How can she not do anything about that? Her son is dealing with something Haram and she just keeps quite?!”
Do you guys want to go to the Masjid?” Ahmed asked.
“Masjid? But I just came back from there.” I answered.
“Okay then. You can stay home while we go to the Masjid.” Ahmed said as he headed for the door. Khalid followed him.
“No wait! Never mind I’ll go with you guys.” I called after them. There was no way I was going to stay at home by my self.
“Do you guys want to take the bikes?” Ahmed asked.
“Why? Are you too lazy to walk?” I chided.
“No but it would be more fun to ride.” He defended himself.
We went to the backyard and got our bikes. Ahmed used Khalid’s old one. We rode to the Masjid.
“Khalil you should have brought your basketball. What are we going to do there?” Ahmed said.
“I don’t know. It was your idea to go to the Masjid.” I answered.
When we got there we put away our bikes.
“Let’s go see if any one is playing.” Khalid said.
I followed behind them slowly. I didn’t feel like playing.
As we came closer to the basketball court we saw two figures in the corner talking. They looked up and saw us. One of them hid something in his pocket. When we were close enough I saw that they were Amin and Hasan.
“Assalamu Alaykum.” Khalid greeted them.
“Wa Alaykum Assalam.” They replied.
“Do you have a ball?” Hasan asked.
We shook our heads. “We were hoping someone else might have.” Ahmed said. I played around with a little pebble on the ground as they talked. I gave it a soft kick but it was enough to make it roll a few yards. I looked up and saw Amin staring at me curiously. When he saw me looking at him he turned away.
“I have to go.” He said abruptly ignoring my stare. I raised my eyebrows slightly and watched him leave. What was that about I wondered?
I saw that they were all heading inside so I followed them again. They were talking with someone. Mr. Aziz I recognized.
“Hello Khalil.” He said as I walked up to them.
“Do you want to go?” Ahmed asked Khalid and Khalid nodded.
“Go where?” I asked them.
Mr. Aziz gave me a paper. I scanned through it.
“Since school will be closed this Ramadan we thought that kids might be bored. So we decided to make a program every day during Ramadan. You can choose your classes. They’ll be teaching Ramadan Figh issues, Islamic history, Hadith, Quran classes, Tafseer, and Seerah classes. And you can brush on your regular subjects. There’s also fun stuff like sports, arts and crafts, and computer classes. The program will be held everyday of the week from 10:00-3:30. It will start tomorrow Inshallah.” Mr. Aziz explained.
“That’s great. We’ve been bored the whole day with nothing to do. This’ll be interesting.” I said.
“Yeah and we don’t have to get up at seven to go.” Ahmed chuckled.
“Well I hope to see you there then. Good bye.” He said as he waved and left. I looked at my watch, 10:45. Time goes by so slowly I thought.
“Where’s Hasan?” I asked.
“He went to go look for Amin.” Khalid answered.
“Hey, I just remembered that you two are going to be seventeen tomorrow.” Ahmed chuckled. He had turned seventeen two months ago.
“I know but I’m not excited. I like being sixteen more. It even sounds better.” I said. Khalid laughed.
“You were excited about it a few days ago remember?”
“Cant I change my mind?”
“No.”
We went to the Musallah and sat down. We each took a book and read it to pass the time. I was counting the time until Dhuhr. To me that’s when the day begins. I don’t know why. I guess it’s because I feel so energetic at that time and also most people are up at that time. From the corner of my eye I saw someone enter.
Shiekh Fiez came in and prayed two Rak'ats. Then he sat down against the wall and read some Quran quietly.
I stared at the ceiling and let my mind thoughts wander.
For some reason my sisters’ faces came into my thoughts. I tried to think about something else but I couldn’t. It was like as if my thoughts were glued on them. What should I get them for an Eid gift? Khadeejah liked books, lecture CD’s, and any kind of learning materials. She was trying to get a lecture series last week but they were too expensive. Maybe I could get her those if I find them but they would have to be cheap. There is no way I’m going to spend all my money on her. Aisha was easy. You can just get her a doll or a stuffed animal and she’ll be happy. Khawla was the hard one. I never knew exactly what to get her. I usually just gave her a box of chocolate but I could always tell that she was disappointed. Maybe a nice framed picture would work. Maybe.
“Khalil, do you want to go back home?” Ahmed asked.
I looked at my watch, 11:45. Still about half an hour left.
“Ok. We can come back to Dhuhr with Dad if he’s home.” I answered.
We went outside and got our bikes out, then we rode back home. When we got there I saw Amu Rami and Khala Hala outside. Aisha threw open the door and ran to greet her parents.
We all went inside. Ahmed greeted his parents then he and Khalid went upstairs. I went back outside. I called Yusuf for no reason.
“Hey Khalid.” He answered.
“Hey, what’s up?”
“Nothing. Except… never mind.”
“What? What is it?” I asked my curiosity arousing. Yusuf was silent for a while. When he answered he sounded unsure.
“I don’t know I’m probably just making it in to a big deal…”
“What happened?” it wasn’t like Yusuf to be like this.
“I’ll tell you later. Anyway are you going to the Janazah?” he asked changing the subject.
“I guess so. But to tell the truth I’m not really excited about it anymore.”
“Who is?” he chuckled. “But what’s wrong?”
“Nothing I’m just fed up with this topic.”
“Which one?”
“Death. Everywhere I go this week that’s all I think about. Even Khadeejah wrote a whole book about it.”
“You’ll get over it…I mean I was kinda like that the first day Muhammad died because that was my first encounter of someone dying.”
“Really? Come on. You never heard of any one dying?”
“Of course I have but I haven’t seen someone dying in front of my face. And I’m sure you haven’t either.”
“No…”
We were quite for a while. Then he changed the topic again.
“Are you going to go to that extracurricular youth program?”
“The one Mr. Aziz set up for us while school’s closed?”
“Yup. My dad thinks it’s a great idea so I’m gona go. Are you coming?”
“Yeah.”
“I heard Ahmed’s parents are leaving for Umrah. Is it true?”
“Yeah, they’re with us right now.”
“When are they leaving?”
“After an hour or something.”
“No, when are they going to leave for Umrah.”
“The day after tomorrow I guess. Some of my relatives are throwing them a farewell party tomorrow night.” I replied.
“Bummer. Are you going to stick around?”
“Never! They’re going to have it after Isha. I’m going to Taraweeh.”
“Won’t your family be disappointed?”
“I don’t think so. Besides what difference would it make if I was there or not.”
“None.” He chuckled. I glanced at my watch 12:20.
“Hey it’s almost time for Dhuhr. I’ll see ya at the Masjid.”
“Ok bye.”
I went upstairs and made Wudu’. Then I went to our room.
“Do you two wana come with me to the Masjid?” I asked them.
They looked up from their board game.
“No. We’re gona pray here with Amu and dad. Then we’re going over to Ahmed’s house.” Khalid answered.
“Well, I’m gona go to the Masjid.” They both shrugged.
I went downstairs. Dad stopped me.
“Are you coming with us?” he asked.
“No.”
“Ok then, but keep your cell-phone on.”
“I’m gona hang out with Yusuf.” I said as I headed outside.
It was getting late so I jogged. I got to the Masjid and saw a couple of people hurrying to make wudu before the prayer started. I found a spot in the front behind the Shiekh.
Five more minutes until Salah.
Soon the lines were filling up. I saw Yusuf making his way to the front. He sat down next to me.
Shiekh Muhammad stood up and made a small announcement.
“Salamu Alaykum brothers. There will be Janazah prayer after the Dhuhr so I hope everyone stays to pray Inshallah.” Then he called the Iqamah. Some one came and sat down next to me. I turned and saw that it was Amin. He seemed to be out of breath.
“Hey Amin. What’s going on?” I said.
“Huh... oh hi.” He answered absentmindedly then he saw Yusuf. He frowned and moved away from us a little bit. Yusuf frowned and looked away. After a while we all stood up to start the prayer. After the Dhuhr was over I saw some men carrying a box into the Musallah. All of a sudden Amin got up and left.
“That’s strange. Isn’t he going to pray?” Yusuf said as we watched him make his way out of the Masjid. I shrugged and turned back to the box. They placed it front of everyone.
“Where’s your twin?” I head someone ask me. I turned and saw Sheikh Fiez sit next to me.
“Where’s your brother?” he repeated.
“Khalid? He stayed at home with Dad. They said they were going somewhere.” I replied turning back to the box. They were about to pray so I stood up. Salatul Janazah is way different from other prayers because there’s no ruku’ or sujuud in it. When we were finished a couple men rushed forward to help them carry the body. Yusuf and I went outside. Amu jihad followed us out.
“Do you want to come with us Khalil?”
“Ok.” I answered.
“Ok I have a few things I have to do. You boys can wait a few minutes right.” We nodded and he left to go talk to the Shiekh.
“You never told me what happened to you.” I reminded Yusuf.
“Oh that… forget it.” He answered.
I stared at him for a moment. He looked away uneasily.
“Why? Is it serious?” I asked.
“Yeah, but… fine. I’ll tell you but if anyone hears about this…” he frowned at me.
“They wont.” I promised.
“Ok… it’s… it’s about Yunus.”
“Yunus?”
He nodded. “I think he’s connected with some kind of drug thing.” He said quietly. I gasped.
“Yunus?! No way!” I said shocked. Yunus was so…good. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. There was no way it could be true.
Yusuf’s face looked hurt. “I know but I just cant believe it.”
“Where did you hear that?”
“He came home yesterday and I saw him take a package out from a jacket pocket then he went back outside. I asked him what was in it but he got so mad that I saw.”
“Did he tell you?”
“No, he just said it’s something for Amin. I asked him what it was and he said he doesn’t know.”
“Why do you think it’s drugs.”
“I know Amin’s dealing with drugs. His Mom even know but she cant do anything about it.”
“What? How can she not do anything about that? Her son is dealing with something Haram and she just keeps quite?!”
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“Shh… you want the whole Masjid to hear you?” Yusuf exclaimed as we walked a few paces away from the crowd that gathered near the dead body.
“His Mom can’t do anything because he won’t listen. And she doesn’t want to do anything serious that will bring ‘’shame’’ to her family.” He answered.
“Where’s his dad.” I asked.
Yusuf looked at me. “He died a couple of years ago.”
“Oh.” Then I remembered today at the Masjid when I saw Hasan with Amin. What were they doing?
“Does Hasan have anything to do with this?”
“Hasan? He follows Amin blindly. Sometimes I feel sorry for him. And he cant do anything because he’s afraid of Amin.”
“He’s afraid of him?” I exclaimed.
“Yeah.” Yusuf shook his head. “This whole thing is messed up. I don’t care what they do. I’m just worried about Yunus. He doesn’t want anything to do with me now. And I think he knows that I know. He’s been warning me not to tell dad. If I do I seriously don’t know what he’d do. But I don’t think I can keep this a secret anymore. I cant believe he’d do this. Specially since it’s Ramadan.” He said sadly.
“He seemed ok this morning.” I said remembering our game.
Yusuf shrugged. “I don’t think he uses the drugs but he will eventually if he doesn’t stay away from them.”
“Have you tried talking to him?”
“Yeah but he just ignores me. Yesterday he said, “I’m growing up Yusuf. I have a right to try something new now and then. Besides it’s not any of your business.”
“He said that?”
‘Yeah.” Just then Amu came back so we stopped talking. A couple of men were with him.
“I hope you two weren’t too bored. They’re gona come with us. We’re trying to take the least number of cars possible so everyone will be carpooling.” He said as he started the car.
We were silent for most of the ride. We just listened to the other men as they talked nonstop.
The ride to Corvallis was about half an hour.
“Have you ever been to the graveyard before Khalil?” Amu Jihad asked. I nodded.
“We went there when I was about thirteen when my Grandma died.”
“Your grandma? Was she from your mom’s side?” a man asked me.
“Yeah.” I remember my mom was crying nonstop which scared us back then because it’s not often that you see your mom crying.
Yusuf nudged me. “are you still coming to the Halaqah tonight?” he asked. I nodded.
“I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”
When we finally got there, there were already some men digging. They were all taking turns on the shovel.
“Do you want to dig?” I asked Yusuf.
“Nah, besides they already have a lot of helpers.”
We sat down on a bench that was a few yards away from the hole that they were digging. I looked around and saw so many graves. Are one of these going to be mine?
“You know what dad said?” Yusuf said breaking into my thoughts.
“What?”
“He said that the shiekh said the Halaqah thing was your idea.”
“Great. Now everyone’s gona know huh?” I said sarcastically.
“So what? It’s a good idea. You’re supposed to be proud.”
After a while the hole became deep enough. They were about to lower the body in so I went to go watch. Yusuf came along.
Some one went into the hole so he could make sure that they didn’t drop the body. After they lowered the body they took turns on the shovel and they started filling up the hole. A man who saw me watching gave me a shovel. I must have looked confused because he started laughing.
“You teen boy never bury dead person?” he asked in a thick Paki accent. I felt my face get hot. I took the shovel and started fill in the grave with dirt. I was trying to not look clumsy and embarrass myself. After a while I started sweating and I gave the shovel back to the man.
“Why you give back shovel? You no fill nothing.” He exclaimed.
“Umm…I…tried maybe you can do better.” I said as I stepped back from the group so he wouldn’t offer again.
“Of course I do better. I how you say it…experienced. I use to think you teen boys strong but me change my mind. We men much stronger then you boys.” He bragged as he went back to work. I went back to where Yusuf was standing. He was trying his best not to laugh but he couldn’t help it.
I felt my face turn red. “Hey, at least I tried. You didn’t even pick up a shovel.”
“Yeah? I would’ve done better then you anyways.” He laughed.
“Really? Why don’t you go try?”
“Umm…” he stammered. I started to laugh. It soon started to rain a little but we didn’t care after a long hot day it was refreshing to have the rain drop on you. We watched the men as the rain washed the sweat off their faces.
When they were done we helped Amu Jihad get the water thermos for the thirsty men. After that we left. And it ended up that the Pakistani man went with us. I groaned with displeasure and Yusuf laughed. The Pakistani uncle who’s name was Salman ended up sitting right next to me.
“You the boy who no know how to dig?” he asked.
Just ignore him I thought but that was hard when some of the men in the car started to laugh.
“You don’t know how to dig Khalil?” Amu Jihad teased.
“No he can dig yes, but he no strong enough to pick up big amount of dirt that’s why. You should get muscles boy. What is a man with no muscles? When I was your age I throw down the strong men in my village because I strong and I have muscles.” Salman said. “Show me how much muscles you have boy.”
I turned away from him. “Show him.” Yusuf whispered.
“Why you ignore me? You haven’t no manners. You not allowed to ignore your elders. Never. I say show me your muscles.”
This man is crazy I thought. But I pulled up the sleeves of my shirt and flexed my arm muscles just so he could leave me alone.
“Mashallah! I underestimate you. I sorry. Mashallah you have gigantic muscles.” He said. Everyone laughed.
This is the last time I’m gona have anything to do with this crazy man I thought.
“Get me out of here!” I whispered to Yusuf.
“You can jump out of the car but don’t count on me to dig your grave for you. That crazy man would make fun of me too.”
We both laughed and Salman stared at us like we were the weird ones. Amu drove to the Masjid where the men’s cars where.
“Are you going to go home?” Yusuf asked when we got there.
“I guess. But I think most of my family if not all of them are at Ahmed’s house.”
“But it’s really poring out here.”
“That’s fine our house isn’t that far you know.”
“Okay. We’re gona stay at the Masjid for the rest of the day. Well until Maghrib anyway. You wana stay.”
“Nah. I’m gona go home and sleep.”
“Sleep?”
“Yup. Cya later.”
“Cya.” He called as I left.
By the time I went home I was drenched. I found no one home so I went upstairs and went to sleep. I don’t know how long I slept but I woke up with the sound of my cell phone. I got out of bed drowsily and answered it.
“Hello?”
“Hi Khalil.” I heard the person say.
“Who is it?”
“Hasan.”
“Oh.” I said remembering what Yusuf said earlier today.
“What do you mean ‘oh’. You sound like you’re disappointed to hear from me.”
“Uh... no it’s not that.” I said trying to find something to say.
“Are you at home?” he asked.
“Yeah.”
“You sound drowsy like you just woke up.”
“Yeah, no one’s home so I just went to sleep.”
“Where’s your family?”
“They went to Ahmed’s house.”
“Well I was just checking on you since you didn’t come to Asr.”
“What?...” I looked at the clock on the dresser. 3:05
“God. I slept through Asr.”
“Well you better go pray. Umm… did… never mind.” It seemed like he wanted to say something but he changed his mind. I’m sure that he wasn’t just checking on me. He probably wanted to talk about his problem or something. But if he didn’t want to, that was his choice.
“Cya.” I said as I hung up. I prayed Asr, read some Quran then I went back to sleep. There was nothing else to do anyways.
I was just about to fall asleep when I heard the door bell ring.
God! Why now? I ran my hand through my hair and I shuffled lazily down the stairs and I opened the door. Yunus. What’s going on? First Hasan now Yunus?? But I saw Yusuf behind him so I relaxed.
“Hello Khalil.” Yusuf said.
“Hi.”
“We thought you could use some company.” I opened the door open so they could come in but I was in no mood for guests but I tried not to show it.
“How come you didn’t come for Asr?”
“Guess.”
“Let me guess you slept through it huh?”
I nodded then I looked at Yunus he looked absentminded and he was strangely quite.
“Are you ok?” I asked him even though I saw Yusuf frown when I said that.
“Yeah.” he said trying to act casual so I didn’t ask him anymore questions.
“I wanted to borrow those CD’s that you lent the Shiekh.” Yusuf said.
“Why?”
“I want to brush up on the topic before the shiekh gives his lecture.” He answered.
“Ok, but there Khalid’s. I’ll burn them for you.”
“Ok. Thanks.”
“My burner is upstairs.” I said as they followed me up to my room. I got Khalid’s CD’s from the shelf and placed them in the burner.
When I was done I placed them in an empty case and gave them to Yusuf. I put the original ones back.
“Thanks but we better go. Dad told us to come back quick.”
I walked them to the door and after exchanging salaams I went back upstairs and lied down on my bed and after a few minutes I fell asleep.
“His Mom can’t do anything because he won’t listen. And she doesn’t want to do anything serious that will bring ‘’shame’’ to her family.” He answered.
“Where’s his dad.” I asked.
Yusuf looked at me. “He died a couple of years ago.”
“Oh.” Then I remembered today at the Masjid when I saw Hasan with Amin. What were they doing?
“Does Hasan have anything to do with this?”
“Hasan? He follows Amin blindly. Sometimes I feel sorry for him. And he cant do anything because he’s afraid of Amin.”
“He’s afraid of him?” I exclaimed.
“Yeah.” Yusuf shook his head. “This whole thing is messed up. I don’t care what they do. I’m just worried about Yunus. He doesn’t want anything to do with me now. And I think he knows that I know. He’s been warning me not to tell dad. If I do I seriously don’t know what he’d do. But I don’t think I can keep this a secret anymore. I cant believe he’d do this. Specially since it’s Ramadan.” He said sadly.
“He seemed ok this morning.” I said remembering our game.
Yusuf shrugged. “I don’t think he uses the drugs but he will eventually if he doesn’t stay away from them.”
“Have you tried talking to him?”
“Yeah but he just ignores me. Yesterday he said, “I’m growing up Yusuf. I have a right to try something new now and then. Besides it’s not any of your business.”
“He said that?”
‘Yeah.” Just then Amu came back so we stopped talking. A couple of men were with him.
“I hope you two weren’t too bored. They’re gona come with us. We’re trying to take the least number of cars possible so everyone will be carpooling.” He said as he started the car.
We were silent for most of the ride. We just listened to the other men as they talked nonstop.
The ride to Corvallis was about half an hour.
“Have you ever been to the graveyard before Khalil?” Amu Jihad asked. I nodded.
“We went there when I was about thirteen when my Grandma died.”
“Your grandma? Was she from your mom’s side?” a man asked me.
“Yeah.” I remember my mom was crying nonstop which scared us back then because it’s not often that you see your mom crying.
Yusuf nudged me. “are you still coming to the Halaqah tonight?” he asked. I nodded.
“I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”
When we finally got there, there were already some men digging. They were all taking turns on the shovel.
“Do you want to dig?” I asked Yusuf.
“Nah, besides they already have a lot of helpers.”
We sat down on a bench that was a few yards away from the hole that they were digging. I looked around and saw so many graves. Are one of these going to be mine?
“You know what dad said?” Yusuf said breaking into my thoughts.
“What?”
“He said that the shiekh said the Halaqah thing was your idea.”
“Great. Now everyone’s gona know huh?” I said sarcastically.
“So what? It’s a good idea. You’re supposed to be proud.”
After a while the hole became deep enough. They were about to lower the body in so I went to go watch. Yusuf came along.
Some one went into the hole so he could make sure that they didn’t drop the body. After they lowered the body they took turns on the shovel and they started filling up the hole. A man who saw me watching gave me a shovel. I must have looked confused because he started laughing.
“You teen boy never bury dead person?” he asked in a thick Paki accent. I felt my face get hot. I took the shovel and started fill in the grave with dirt. I was trying to not look clumsy and embarrass myself. After a while I started sweating and I gave the shovel back to the man.
“Why you give back shovel? You no fill nothing.” He exclaimed.
“Umm…I…tried maybe you can do better.” I said as I stepped back from the group so he wouldn’t offer again.
“Of course I do better. I how you say it…experienced. I use to think you teen boys strong but me change my mind. We men much stronger then you boys.” He bragged as he went back to work. I went back to where Yusuf was standing. He was trying his best not to laugh but he couldn’t help it.
I felt my face turn red. “Hey, at least I tried. You didn’t even pick up a shovel.”
“Yeah? I would’ve done better then you anyways.” He laughed.
“Really? Why don’t you go try?”
“Umm…” he stammered. I started to laugh. It soon started to rain a little but we didn’t care after a long hot day it was refreshing to have the rain drop on you. We watched the men as the rain washed the sweat off their faces.
When they were done we helped Amu Jihad get the water thermos for the thirsty men. After that we left. And it ended up that the Pakistani man went with us. I groaned with displeasure and Yusuf laughed. The Pakistani uncle who’s name was Salman ended up sitting right next to me.
“You the boy who no know how to dig?” he asked.
Just ignore him I thought but that was hard when some of the men in the car started to laugh.
“You don’t know how to dig Khalil?” Amu Jihad teased.
“No he can dig yes, but he no strong enough to pick up big amount of dirt that’s why. You should get muscles boy. What is a man with no muscles? When I was your age I throw down the strong men in my village because I strong and I have muscles.” Salman said. “Show me how much muscles you have boy.”
I turned away from him. “Show him.” Yusuf whispered.
“Why you ignore me? You haven’t no manners. You not allowed to ignore your elders. Never. I say show me your muscles.”
This man is crazy I thought. But I pulled up the sleeves of my shirt and flexed my arm muscles just so he could leave me alone.
“Mashallah! I underestimate you. I sorry. Mashallah you have gigantic muscles.” He said. Everyone laughed.
This is the last time I’m gona have anything to do with this crazy man I thought.
“Get me out of here!” I whispered to Yusuf.
“You can jump out of the car but don’t count on me to dig your grave for you. That crazy man would make fun of me too.”
We both laughed and Salman stared at us like we were the weird ones. Amu drove to the Masjid where the men’s cars where.
“Are you going to go home?” Yusuf asked when we got there.
“I guess. But I think most of my family if not all of them are at Ahmed’s house.”
“But it’s really poring out here.”
“That’s fine our house isn’t that far you know.”
“Okay. We’re gona stay at the Masjid for the rest of the day. Well until Maghrib anyway. You wana stay.”
“Nah. I’m gona go home and sleep.”
“Sleep?”
“Yup. Cya later.”
“Cya.” He called as I left.
By the time I went home I was drenched. I found no one home so I went upstairs and went to sleep. I don’t know how long I slept but I woke up with the sound of my cell phone. I got out of bed drowsily and answered it.
“Hello?”
“Hi Khalil.” I heard the person say.
“Who is it?”
“Hasan.”
“Oh.” I said remembering what Yusuf said earlier today.
“What do you mean ‘oh’. You sound like you’re disappointed to hear from me.”
“Uh... no it’s not that.” I said trying to find something to say.
“Are you at home?” he asked.
“Yeah.”
“You sound drowsy like you just woke up.”
“Yeah, no one’s home so I just went to sleep.”
“Where’s your family?”
“They went to Ahmed’s house.”
“Well I was just checking on you since you didn’t come to Asr.”
“What?...” I looked at the clock on the dresser. 3:05
“God. I slept through Asr.”
“Well you better go pray. Umm… did… never mind.” It seemed like he wanted to say something but he changed his mind. I’m sure that he wasn’t just checking on me. He probably wanted to talk about his problem or something. But if he didn’t want to, that was his choice.
“Cya.” I said as I hung up. I prayed Asr, read some Quran then I went back to sleep. There was nothing else to do anyways.
I was just about to fall asleep when I heard the door bell ring.
God! Why now? I ran my hand through my hair and I shuffled lazily down the stairs and I opened the door. Yunus. What’s going on? First Hasan now Yunus?? But I saw Yusuf behind him so I relaxed.
“Hello Khalil.” Yusuf said.
“Hi.”
“We thought you could use some company.” I opened the door open so they could come in but I was in no mood for guests but I tried not to show it.
“How come you didn’t come for Asr?”
“Guess.”
“Let me guess you slept through it huh?”
I nodded then I looked at Yunus he looked absentminded and he was strangely quite.
“Are you ok?” I asked him even though I saw Yusuf frown when I said that.
“Yeah.” he said trying to act casual so I didn’t ask him anymore questions.
“I wanted to borrow those CD’s that you lent the Shiekh.” Yusuf said.
“Why?”
“I want to brush up on the topic before the shiekh gives his lecture.” He answered.
“Ok, but there Khalid’s. I’ll burn them for you.”
“Ok. Thanks.”
“My burner is upstairs.” I said as they followed me up to my room. I got Khalid’s CD’s from the shelf and placed them in the burner.
When I was done I placed them in an empty case and gave them to Yusuf. I put the original ones back.
“Thanks but we better go. Dad told us to come back quick.”
I walked them to the door and after exchanging salaams I went back upstairs and lied down on my bed and after a few minutes I fell asleep.
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Man ur not the only one! I'm rooted to the spot Masha'Allah! This is one of the best stories i've read. Hey are you sure u wrote this? *awestricken* It is soo inspiring Masha'Allah la hawla wa la quwwata illa billa. You've fit so much knowledge into it masha'Allah and kept it entertaining all the time.
Post sum more sis we're gripped with suspense here! And jazakallah khairun btw for sharing this with us sis. We are learning loads alhamdulillah and it is such an excellent reminder. You've captured the emotions so well, i feel like i'm part of the story and can't help relating different parts to areas of my life... keep it up!
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(It just gets better an better Masha'Allah... the druggy part is freakin me allready lol!)
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Post sum more sis we're gripped with suspense here! And jazakallah khairun btw for sharing this with us sis. We are learning loads alhamdulillah and it is such an excellent reminder. You've captured the emotions so well, i feel like i'm part of the story and can't help relating different parts to areas of my life... keep it up!
kay:(It just gets better an better Masha'Allah... the druggy part is freakin me allready lol!)
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After we prayed Dhuhr in Jama’ah at home we left to Ahmed’s house. When we were nearly there it started to rain pretty hard.
“I don’t want to go out. My doll will get wet and she doesn’t like that.” Aisha complained.
“It doesn’t even take a minute to get to the door.” Ahmed told her.
“Still she’ll get water on her face. We’re suppose to be nice to everyone remember? If we get her wet that’s not being nice.” She pouted.
“That thing isn’t even real. You’re suppose to be nice to living things.”
“Mom! Ahmed said my doll’s not real.” She started to cry.
Khala turned around from the passenger seat. “Ahmed please don’t give her a hard time. She’s tired and hungry.” She said tiredly.
“Mom, I don’t want to go outside, it’s raining.” Aisha complained again.
“There’s an umbrella in the trunk Aisha.” Amu told her.
“Spoiled brat.” Ahmed murmured under his breath. I chuckled. Aisha always got what she wanted probably because she was still young.
When we got to Amu’s house we stayed there until after asr. We all played board games together and then we prayed and my family went back home. It wasn’t that much fun. I should have gone to the Masjid with Khalil. He’s probably playing again. I thought.
When we got home we saw the house empty.
“Where’s Khalil?” Khadeejah asked.
“Probably upstairs sleeping like usual.” Khawla answered.
“Come on girls we have to start cooking, it’s almost Iftaar time.” Mom told them as she headed for the kitchen. My stomach grumbled. Some times I wonder how Mom can fast and cook at the same time. I went upstairs to change. Khalil was asleep. I changed then sat on my bed. The bed creaked and Khalil jumped up.
“Oh, it’s just you. What time is it?” he asked.
“Four o-clock.” I answered.
He groaned. “There’s still and hour and half till Iftaar.”
“What did you do today?”
“First we prayed then we went to Corvallis.”
“Corvallis? You went there? I thought you came back home after Salah.” Now I was really wishing I went with him. I loved watching people burying the dead for some reason.
‘”Yeah and some Paki uncle kept on teasing me that I’m not strong.” He said frowning as he remembered. I laughed this was the first time someone teased Khalil about his strength.
“You! Wow. What did he say?”
“I don’t know. Anyways after that I came home and oh yeah I copied your CD’s for Yusuf.” He said while trying to change the subject.
“Yusuf? Why does he need them?”
“He said he wants to brush up on the topic before Amu gives his lecture.”
“Hey that reminds me, the two other Shiekhs are coming tomorrow.”
“Oh yeah. I can’t wait to meet Ahmed Jibril.” He said excitedly.
“I know Yusuf Estes but I never heard of Ahmed Jibril.”
“You never heard of him? He’s one of the best Shuyookh. I even have a couple of his lectures saved on my laptop. You can listen to them later.” He said while getting out his lap top. He sat on my bed.
“I thought you said later.”
“Yeah, I’m just checking my E-mail.”
I lied back and watched him scan through the list. Most of them were adds which he deleted without reading.
“You get a lot of Emails.” I commented.
“There’re mostly junk stuff.” He said while deleting more of them.
Then he clicked on one that was labeled Please Help!. He glanced at the sender then went back to his list.
“Aren’t you going to read it?” I asked him.
“It’s from Yunus, I’ll read it later when you’re not watching.” He joked.
“What ever. You’re the one that’s sitting on my bed welcoming me to read.”
He chuckled then turned the whole thing of.
“Do you want to play some catch outside?”
“Isn’t it raining?”
He glanced out the window. “No. it stopped.” So we took the football and went to the backyard.
“Don’t throw too high or it’ll go over the fence.” He warned.
“Really? Or are you afraid you won’t be able to catch it?”
“Oh I can catch it but if you throw it over the fence you’re going to have to go get it.” He retorted back.
“Same goes for you.”
Soon it started drizzling.
“What are you bays doing?” dad asked. He was standing on the porch.
“Catch dad.” Khalil said as he threw the ball to him. He caught it and threw it back.
“Do you want to play?” I asked.
He looked up. “But it’s raining.”
“Big deal. The Pro’s play even when it’s snowing.” Khalil said as he tossed the ball up and down.
“No thanks. I’ll watch you champs from here.” He said as he sat on the porch steps. We resumed playing.
“Why didn’t Ahmed come back with you guys?” Khalil asked.
“He wants to spend some time with his parents before they leave.” Dad answered.
“Did you go with the Janazah?” dad asked Khalil.
“Yeah. I went with Amu Jihad.”
“Did you help dig the grave?”
“Well…”
“He wasn’t strong enough.” I teased. Khalil made a face.
“Yes I was. That guy just underestimated me. He said so too.”
“Which guy?” dad asked.
“They said his name is Salman, Amu Salman.”
“He’s Pakistani right? He’s new in the country.”
“I don’t care if he’s new or not. He’s rude!” Khalil said while throwing the ball. I caught it just as it smacked against my chest.
“Hey don’t express your anger on the poor ball ok?” I said as I rubbed my chest.
Dad laughed. “Khalil I’m sure Salman didn’t want to embarrass you. You know how older people are.” It was raining a bit harder now but we ignored it. I brushed my wet hair from my forehead. I saw Khalil doing the same. He glanced at his watch.
“What time is it?” I asked as I threw the ball back to him.
“Fifteen minutes till Iftaar.” He answered.
“Do you boys want to come in now?” dad asked as he opened the porch door.
“Nah.” Khalil said. “We’ll come in after a few minutes.”
Dad shrugged and went inside.
“You know what I realized?” Khalil asked me after a while.
“What?”
“Dad’s letting us make our own decisions more often these days.”
“That’s probably because we’re older now.”
“Maybe.”
“I’m soaked. I’m gona go inside.”
“No don’t. You’re not thoroughly soaked. I can see some dry spots on your shirt.”
“Well it’s almost Iftaar time you can play out here by your self if you want but I’m going inside.”
He followed me inside. We went upstairs.
“Hey you wana wear the same clothes? It’s been a long time since we did that.”
So we ended putting on identical clothes. ;D (i dont know y i made dem do dat)
“Come on boys! It’s only a few more minutes till Iftaar.” Mom called. We went downstairs to the dining room.
“I don’t want to go out. My doll will get wet and she doesn’t like that.” Aisha complained.
“It doesn’t even take a minute to get to the door.” Ahmed told her.
“Still she’ll get water on her face. We’re suppose to be nice to everyone remember? If we get her wet that’s not being nice.” She pouted.
“That thing isn’t even real. You’re suppose to be nice to living things.”
“Mom! Ahmed said my doll’s not real.” She started to cry.
Khala turned around from the passenger seat. “Ahmed please don’t give her a hard time. She’s tired and hungry.” She said tiredly.
“Mom, I don’t want to go outside, it’s raining.” Aisha complained again.
“There’s an umbrella in the trunk Aisha.” Amu told her.
“Spoiled brat.” Ahmed murmured under his breath. I chuckled. Aisha always got what she wanted probably because she was still young.
When we got to Amu’s house we stayed there until after asr. We all played board games together and then we prayed and my family went back home. It wasn’t that much fun. I should have gone to the Masjid with Khalil. He’s probably playing again. I thought.
When we got home we saw the house empty.
“Where’s Khalil?” Khadeejah asked.
“Probably upstairs sleeping like usual.” Khawla answered.
“Come on girls we have to start cooking, it’s almost Iftaar time.” Mom told them as she headed for the kitchen. My stomach grumbled. Some times I wonder how Mom can fast and cook at the same time. I went upstairs to change. Khalil was asleep. I changed then sat on my bed. The bed creaked and Khalil jumped up.
“Oh, it’s just you. What time is it?” he asked.
“Four o-clock.” I answered.
He groaned. “There’s still and hour and half till Iftaar.”
“What did you do today?”
“First we prayed then we went to Corvallis.”
“Corvallis? You went there? I thought you came back home after Salah.” Now I was really wishing I went with him. I loved watching people burying the dead for some reason.
‘”Yeah and some Paki uncle kept on teasing me that I’m not strong.” He said frowning as he remembered. I laughed this was the first time someone teased Khalil about his strength.
“You! Wow. What did he say?”
“I don’t know. Anyways after that I came home and oh yeah I copied your CD’s for Yusuf.” He said while trying to change the subject.
“Yusuf? Why does he need them?”
“He said he wants to brush up on the topic before Amu gives his lecture.”
“Hey that reminds me, the two other Shiekhs are coming tomorrow.”
“Oh yeah. I can’t wait to meet Ahmed Jibril.” He said excitedly.
“I know Yusuf Estes but I never heard of Ahmed Jibril.”
“You never heard of him? He’s one of the best Shuyookh. I even have a couple of his lectures saved on my laptop. You can listen to them later.” He said while getting out his lap top. He sat on my bed.
“I thought you said later.”
“Yeah, I’m just checking my E-mail.”
I lied back and watched him scan through the list. Most of them were adds which he deleted without reading.
“You get a lot of Emails.” I commented.
“There’re mostly junk stuff.” He said while deleting more of them.
Then he clicked on one that was labeled Please Help!. He glanced at the sender then went back to his list.
“Aren’t you going to read it?” I asked him.
“It’s from Yunus, I’ll read it later when you’re not watching.” He joked.
“What ever. You’re the one that’s sitting on my bed welcoming me to read.”
He chuckled then turned the whole thing of.
“Do you want to play some catch outside?”
“Isn’t it raining?”
He glanced out the window. “No. it stopped.” So we took the football and went to the backyard.
“Don’t throw too high or it’ll go over the fence.” He warned.
“Really? Or are you afraid you won’t be able to catch it?”
“Oh I can catch it but if you throw it over the fence you’re going to have to go get it.” He retorted back.
“Same goes for you.”
Soon it started drizzling.
“What are you bays doing?” dad asked. He was standing on the porch.
“Catch dad.” Khalil said as he threw the ball to him. He caught it and threw it back.
“Do you want to play?” I asked.
He looked up. “But it’s raining.”
“Big deal. The Pro’s play even when it’s snowing.” Khalil said as he tossed the ball up and down.
“No thanks. I’ll watch you champs from here.” He said as he sat on the porch steps. We resumed playing.
“Why didn’t Ahmed come back with you guys?” Khalil asked.
“He wants to spend some time with his parents before they leave.” Dad answered.
“Did you go with the Janazah?” dad asked Khalil.
“Yeah. I went with Amu Jihad.”
“Did you help dig the grave?”
“Well…”
“He wasn’t strong enough.” I teased. Khalil made a face.
“Yes I was. That guy just underestimated me. He said so too.”
“Which guy?” dad asked.
“They said his name is Salman, Amu Salman.”
“He’s Pakistani right? He’s new in the country.”
“I don’t care if he’s new or not. He’s rude!” Khalil said while throwing the ball. I caught it just as it smacked against my chest.
“Hey don’t express your anger on the poor ball ok?” I said as I rubbed my chest.
Dad laughed. “Khalil I’m sure Salman didn’t want to embarrass you. You know how older people are.” It was raining a bit harder now but we ignored it. I brushed my wet hair from my forehead. I saw Khalil doing the same. He glanced at his watch.
“What time is it?” I asked as I threw the ball back to him.
“Fifteen minutes till Iftaar.” He answered.
“Do you boys want to come in now?” dad asked as he opened the porch door.
“Nah.” Khalil said. “We’ll come in after a few minutes.”
Dad shrugged and went inside.
“You know what I realized?” Khalil asked me after a while.
“What?”
“Dad’s letting us make our own decisions more often these days.”
“That’s probably because we’re older now.”
“Maybe.”
“I’m soaked. I’m gona go inside.”
“No don’t. You’re not thoroughly soaked. I can see some dry spots on your shirt.”
“Well it’s almost Iftaar time you can play out here by your self if you want but I’m going inside.”
He followed me inside. We went upstairs.
“Hey you wana wear the same clothes? It’s been a long time since we did that.”
So we ended putting on identical clothes. ;D (i dont know y i made dem do dat)
“Come on boys! It’s only a few more minutes till Iftaar.” Mom called. We went downstairs to the dining room.
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LOL i wonder what theyll say bout that 
i think the shirt thing is cool. waiting for more inshallah =]
i think the shirt thing is cool. waiting for more inshallah =]
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MASHALLAH NICEEE..i WANT MORE TOOo.sis i gotta ask you when are you publishing this and when you are when is it being sold in every country cuz i want my cousins to read this when there a lil grown so they can learn from it mahsallah veryyy nice moral story..keep it up sis mashallah <3
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Yeah im gna gt ma bro to read it-would be even nicer in book form!!!
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“What time is it?” Khawla asked.
“Two more minutes.” Khalil answered.
“Oh, we forgot the dates.” Khadeejah said as she hurried to the kitchen.
“How could you forget the dates?” Khalil said. She shrugged.
“Mom there aren’t many left.” She called from the kitchen.
“Really? I thought we had a full box somewhere.” Mom said as she got up to look for some. She came back with a tray full.
“It’s time.” Khalil announced. We all took a date then we prayed the Maghrib together. Then we came back to the dining room to eat.
“Did Aisha keep her fast?” Khalil asked.
“She was still fasting when we left.” Khadeejah said.
“Don’t eat too fast Khalil.’’ Mom warned him.
“I want to finish so we won’t be late for the Halaqah.” He said.
“Don’t worry they’ll wait for everyone to eat.” Dad assured him.
After we finished eating we got ready to go to the Masjid.
Mom said she’ll come with the girls later after they washed the dishes. When we stepped outside we saw that it was raining.
“Wow. It’s like getting a free shower.” Khalil joked.
“Khalid can you get the umbrella’s?” dad asked.
“Don’t get me one I love rain.” Khalil said.
I went inside.
“Is it raining?” Khawlah asked.
“I hope we don’t get any floods.” I answered going to the closet to get the umbrellas.
“Can you leave some for us?” she asked.
“But there’s only four.”
“So. Give dad one and you and Khalil can share. And leave the other ones for us.” She said.
“Ok.” I said as I got them and left.
“Thanks.” Dad said as I gave him one.
“Are we going to walk?” I asked realizing that dad wasn’t walking towards the car.
“Yes. I hope you two don’t mind but I need to burn off that food.” He laughed. “Beside it’s more rewarding.”
“Ok. But I change my mind I’m gona get an umbrella.” Khalil said as he walked towards the door.
“Wait. There aren’t any more. Mom’s going to use the other two. You can share with me.”
“Fine. At least I won’t be dripping wet when we get there.”
When we got there, there weren’t many people there.
“Wow and I thought we were going to be late.” Khalil said.
“Yusuf is here.” Dad said.
“I think they had Iftaar here.” Khalil said.
“Here?”
“Yeah, his mom’s visiting some relatives.”
Yusuf was standing at the entrance of the door like usual. When we came closer I saw that he looked really sad.
“Assalamu Alaykum.” Dad greeted him.
“Wa Alaykum Assalam.” He said with out smiling.
“Is your dad here?”
“He’s with the Shiekh.”
“Are you ok? You look miserable.”
“I’m ok.” He said attempting a smile.
“Ok then. I’ll leave you boys here. We have a small meeting in the library.” He said as he went inside.
“Is something wrong with you?” I asked Yusuf.
“No.”
“Are you sure?” Khalil asked.
“Well…” he started but then he stopped as he watched a figure come closer to the Masjid. We turned and watched trying to make out who it was. The person was carrying an umbrella and walking slowly. As he came closer we realized it was Amin. He was wearing the hood of his sweater and he it seemed that he had a gloomy and depressing atmosphere around him. When he saw us watching us he glowered.
“What?” he asked. Khalil and Yusuf turned away.
“Are you coming to the Halaqah?” I asked trying to change the mood.
“Maybe.”
I glanced at Yusuf even though it was dark I could tell he was somewhat angry. Amin was staring at Khalil but Khalil ignored him. I wonder why?
“Did you guys see Hasan?” Amin asked.
“No.” we all said at the same time. Amin turned around to leave.
“Are you leaving?” I asked surprised.
He didn’t answer. “Let him go. I don’t think I want to be under the same roof with him.” Yusuf said angrily.
“Why? Did you guys fight or something? I thought you guys were friends.” I asked.
Yusuf glanced at my brother. Khalil shrugged.
“Would you like to be friends with a heroin?” Yusuf asked straightforwardly. Heroin?!
“What?!” the word hit me like a bullet.
Yusuf nodded. “He’s dealing with drugs and he’s got Hasan and Yunus to do it too.” I couldn’t believe my ears.
“Yunus? No way!” I heard myself saying.
Yusuf looked away sadly. “Does your dad know about this?” I asked.
Khalil shook his head. We were quite for a while.
We watched as some cars parked and the people got out. Everyone that went into the Masjid would say the salam and we’d reply back. One man in particular stopped and stared at me. Not knowing what he wanted I looked away but the man wouldn’t budge.
“Inalillah wa-ina Ilayhi Rajioon!”
His voice boomed. I looked up puzzled.
“I gave you chance to be gooder then me and say the salaam but you turn away. May Allah guide American youth. Alhamdulillah they start these Halaqah’s. Maybe you learn how to say Salam first. Maybe.” He went into the Masjid still shaking his head. I watched him leave. What? I thought. He’s weird, my brain decided.
Khalil started laughing. “Guess who that was.” He said still laughing.
“Who?” I asked.
“That’s Amu Salman. He probably thinks you’re Khalil.” Yusuf said.
“You think we can maybe give him English lessons?” Khalil joked.
Just then Shiekh Fiez came.
“Assalamu Alaykum boys.” He greeted us. We returned the greeting.
“I’m glad you came. By the way how would you like to come with the welcoming party tomorrow?”
“Which one?” I asked.
“We’re going to pick up the Shiekhs from the airport remember?”
“Oh yeah, I nearly forgot.”
“What time are you leaving?” Khalil asked.
“Around four.”
“Great maybe we can come. We have school until three.”
“Ok ask your Dad if he says ok you can meet us here after you come back from school.”
“Ok.” We all said.
“Why are you all standing out here? It’s raining.”
“We’ll come in when you start.” Yusuf said.
“Ok. I’ll be starting after maybe thirty minutes. We’re gona let everyone have a good meal and rest then they can come to the Masjid refreshed.” Shiekh said.
“But won’t that give you less time to talk?” Khalil asked.
“Not really. I’ll still have an hour to talk. Then it’ll be Isha time. Right now I have to get in and go over my notes.” He said as he went inside.
“Do you know what he’s going to talk about?” Yusuf asked.
“No.” Khalil said.
“I hope this rain stops.” I said to on one in particular.
“I like it. Besides rain is a blessing.” Khalil said.
“Yeah, but I still like it to be sunny.”
“Do you know if Zaki’s coming today?” Yusuf asked.
“I’m not sure. He probably is.” Khalil said.
“That’s probably him.” I said pointing to a person who was waving at us as he walked towards the Masjid.
“Assalamu Alaykum.” Zaki said.
“Wa Alaykum Assalam.” We answered.
“Wow it’s really pouring.” He said. “Why aren’t you guys inside?”
“We’re gona wait here until the Shiekh starts. He still has fifteen more minutes.” Khalil replied.
“You’ll get a cold if you keep on standing out here in the cold.”
“You sound like my mom when you say that, besides it’s not cold.” Khalil said laughingly.
“Well I’m gona go inside.” He said.
“I’m gona go to the bathroom.” Yusuf said as he handed his umbrella to Khalil. Then he followed Zaki inside. Khalil turned towards me.
“Hey you know what Yusuf said?”
“About Amin and them?”
“Yeah. It’s not something that the whole world needs to know ok?”
“What? You think I’m gona tell everyone?”
“No, but I’m just warning you.” Khalil said as we watched someone walk towards the Masjid. It seemed like an old man. He was hunched in the rain with no umbrella. Feeling sorry for him I found myself walking towards him. I offered him my umbrella then I helped him to the door. “Thank you.” He wheezed as he walked inside.
I walked back to Khalil. “You know who that was?” he asked staring after the man.
“Two more minutes.” Khalil answered.
“Oh, we forgot the dates.” Khadeejah said as she hurried to the kitchen.
“How could you forget the dates?” Khalil said. She shrugged.
“Mom there aren’t many left.” She called from the kitchen.
“Really? I thought we had a full box somewhere.” Mom said as she got up to look for some. She came back with a tray full.
“It’s time.” Khalil announced. We all took a date then we prayed the Maghrib together. Then we came back to the dining room to eat.
“Did Aisha keep her fast?” Khalil asked.
“She was still fasting when we left.” Khadeejah said.
“Don’t eat too fast Khalil.’’ Mom warned him.
“I want to finish so we won’t be late for the Halaqah.” He said.
“Don’t worry they’ll wait for everyone to eat.” Dad assured him.
After we finished eating we got ready to go to the Masjid.
Mom said she’ll come with the girls later after they washed the dishes. When we stepped outside we saw that it was raining.
“Wow. It’s like getting a free shower.” Khalil joked.
“Khalid can you get the umbrella’s?” dad asked.
“Don’t get me one I love rain.” Khalil said.
I went inside.
“Is it raining?” Khawlah asked.
“I hope we don’t get any floods.” I answered going to the closet to get the umbrellas.
“Can you leave some for us?” she asked.
“But there’s only four.”
“So. Give dad one and you and Khalil can share. And leave the other ones for us.” She said.
“Ok.” I said as I got them and left.
“Thanks.” Dad said as I gave him one.
“Are we going to walk?” I asked realizing that dad wasn’t walking towards the car.
“Yes. I hope you two don’t mind but I need to burn off that food.” He laughed. “Beside it’s more rewarding.”
“Ok. But I change my mind I’m gona get an umbrella.” Khalil said as he walked towards the door.
“Wait. There aren’t any more. Mom’s going to use the other two. You can share with me.”
“Fine. At least I won’t be dripping wet when we get there.”
When we got there, there weren’t many people there.
“Wow and I thought we were going to be late.” Khalil said.
“Yusuf is here.” Dad said.
“I think they had Iftaar here.” Khalil said.
“Here?”
“Yeah, his mom’s visiting some relatives.”
Yusuf was standing at the entrance of the door like usual. When we came closer I saw that he looked really sad.
“Assalamu Alaykum.” Dad greeted him.
“Wa Alaykum Assalam.” He said with out smiling.
“Is your dad here?”
“He’s with the Shiekh.”
“Are you ok? You look miserable.”
“I’m ok.” He said attempting a smile.
“Ok then. I’ll leave you boys here. We have a small meeting in the library.” He said as he went inside.
“Is something wrong with you?” I asked Yusuf.
“No.”
“Are you sure?” Khalil asked.
“Well…” he started but then he stopped as he watched a figure come closer to the Masjid. We turned and watched trying to make out who it was. The person was carrying an umbrella and walking slowly. As he came closer we realized it was Amin. He was wearing the hood of his sweater and he it seemed that he had a gloomy and depressing atmosphere around him. When he saw us watching us he glowered.
“What?” he asked. Khalil and Yusuf turned away.
“Are you coming to the Halaqah?” I asked trying to change the mood.
“Maybe.”
I glanced at Yusuf even though it was dark I could tell he was somewhat angry. Amin was staring at Khalil but Khalil ignored him. I wonder why?
“Did you guys see Hasan?” Amin asked.
“No.” we all said at the same time. Amin turned around to leave.
“Are you leaving?” I asked surprised.
He didn’t answer. “Let him go. I don’t think I want to be under the same roof with him.” Yusuf said angrily.
“Why? Did you guys fight or something? I thought you guys were friends.” I asked.
Yusuf glanced at my brother. Khalil shrugged.
“Would you like to be friends with a heroin?” Yusuf asked straightforwardly. Heroin?!
“What?!” the word hit me like a bullet.
Yusuf nodded. “He’s dealing with drugs and he’s got Hasan and Yunus to do it too.” I couldn’t believe my ears.
“Yunus? No way!” I heard myself saying.
Yusuf looked away sadly. “Does your dad know about this?” I asked.
Khalil shook his head. We were quite for a while.
We watched as some cars parked and the people got out. Everyone that went into the Masjid would say the salam and we’d reply back. One man in particular stopped and stared at me. Not knowing what he wanted I looked away but the man wouldn’t budge.
“Inalillah wa-ina Ilayhi Rajioon!”
His voice boomed. I looked up puzzled.
“I gave you chance to be gooder then me and say the salaam but you turn away. May Allah guide American youth. Alhamdulillah they start these Halaqah’s. Maybe you learn how to say Salam first. Maybe.” He went into the Masjid still shaking his head. I watched him leave. What? I thought. He’s weird, my brain decided.
Khalil started laughing. “Guess who that was.” He said still laughing.
“Who?” I asked.
“That’s Amu Salman. He probably thinks you’re Khalil.” Yusuf said.
“You think we can maybe give him English lessons?” Khalil joked.
Just then Shiekh Fiez came.
“Assalamu Alaykum boys.” He greeted us. We returned the greeting.
“I’m glad you came. By the way how would you like to come with the welcoming party tomorrow?”
“Which one?” I asked.
“We’re going to pick up the Shiekhs from the airport remember?”
“Oh yeah, I nearly forgot.”
“What time are you leaving?” Khalil asked.
“Around four.”
“Great maybe we can come. We have school until three.”
“Ok ask your Dad if he says ok you can meet us here after you come back from school.”
“Ok.” We all said.
“Why are you all standing out here? It’s raining.”
“We’ll come in when you start.” Yusuf said.
“Ok. I’ll be starting after maybe thirty minutes. We’re gona let everyone have a good meal and rest then they can come to the Masjid refreshed.” Shiekh said.
“But won’t that give you less time to talk?” Khalil asked.
“Not really. I’ll still have an hour to talk. Then it’ll be Isha time. Right now I have to get in and go over my notes.” He said as he went inside.
“Do you know what he’s going to talk about?” Yusuf asked.
“No.” Khalil said.
“I hope this rain stops.” I said to on one in particular.
“I like it. Besides rain is a blessing.” Khalil said.
“Yeah, but I still like it to be sunny.”
“Do you know if Zaki’s coming today?” Yusuf asked.
“I’m not sure. He probably is.” Khalil said.
“That’s probably him.” I said pointing to a person who was waving at us as he walked towards the Masjid.
“Assalamu Alaykum.” Zaki said.
“Wa Alaykum Assalam.” We answered.
“Wow it’s really pouring.” He said. “Why aren’t you guys inside?”
“We’re gona wait here until the Shiekh starts. He still has fifteen more minutes.” Khalil replied.
“You’ll get a cold if you keep on standing out here in the cold.”
“You sound like my mom when you say that, besides it’s not cold.” Khalil said laughingly.
“Well I’m gona go inside.” He said.
“I’m gona go to the bathroom.” Yusuf said as he handed his umbrella to Khalil. Then he followed Zaki inside. Khalil turned towards me.
“Hey you know what Yusuf said?”
“About Amin and them?”
“Yeah. It’s not something that the whole world needs to know ok?”
“What? You think I’m gona tell everyone?”
“No, but I’m just warning you.” Khalil said as we watched someone walk towards the Masjid. It seemed like an old man. He was hunched in the rain with no umbrella. Feeling sorry for him I found myself walking towards him. I offered him my umbrella then I helped him to the door. “Thank you.” He wheezed as he walked inside.
I walked back to Khalil. “You know who that was?” he asked staring after the man.
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I shook my head. “Are you going to make me guess who everyone who comes in here is?”
“No. But that was the same guy who was nearly killed in the car accident that day Muhammad died.”
“Really? The one that you saved?”
“Yeah. I wonder why he was walking alone in this weather.”
“I don’t know maybe who ever brought him here parked his car a bit father out.” The parking lot was getting full every minute.
“I’m going to go inside. It’s almost time. Let’s go get a front seat.” He said as he went inside.
“Ok but that’s if there are any left.”
When we went to the Musallah there weren’t many people in the front. Every one was in small groups talking.
We sat in the front and waited for Amu to start. He spoke about the Jannah and what was in it from palaces to gardens.
After a while he was finished. I felt a cell phone vibrating. I went outside to answer it. “MOM” the screen said.
“Hello.” I said.
“Khalid, Khala Shamsa is with me. She wants you to take Nur to his dad.” She said. I groaned. Khala Shamsa’s son, Nurudeen, was one of the most annoying cousins I had. He was eight like Aisha and I was the only one he seemed to bother for some reason.
“Ok. Where is he?” I asked.
“I told Khawla to take him outside. I think they’re waiting for you at the women’s entrance.”
“Ok, bye.” I said as I headed to get my “favorite cousin”. When I got there I saw Khawla who was trying her best to keep him from running of. “Good luck.” She chuckled as she turned back to get into the Masjid. Nurudeen noticed me watching him.
“Hi Khalil or Khalid or who ever you are.” He exclaimed.
“Hello Nur.” I said as I took his hand.
“Where are we going?” he asked.
“To the men’s section.”
“Ok.” If I had said ‘we’re going to take you to your dad,’ he would have started crying. I found Yusuf, and Khalil standing outside again. “Who’s that?” Khalil asked.
“Nur.” I said as I went inside. I looked around for Nurudeen’s dad, Abu Abdullah. When he saw us coming he smiled, but Nur was far from happy. “I want mommy.” He cried.
“Come on Nur. Let’s go get some candy.” His dad said as he took his hand. “Thanks Khalil.” He said.
“Khalid.” I corrected him.
“Oh sorry”. You guys are wearing the same I thought Khalil was you a little while ago.” I went back outside leaving him with Nur who was still nagging. Zaki was going outside at the same time.
“Don’t you get tired of staying outside?” Zaki asked.
“Yeah, but its better then staying inside and sitting around doing nothing.” Khalil said as he kicked on a pebble.
“Why are you outside?” Yusuf asked noticing the keys in Zaki’s hands.
“I’m suppose to give this to my mom.” He said holding up the keys.
“She’s leaving?” I asked.
“Yeah, she said she has a really bad headache.” He said as he walked away.
“Hey I just realized something. Where’s Ahmed?” Yusuf asked.
“He’s at home with his parents.” Khalil said.
“There’re going to come for the Taraweeh though.” I said.
Behind me I heard the door open and a man carrying a huge load of boxes came out. I moved away from his path knowing who he was.
“Why you boys no help you elders?” he asked accusingly. We took a couple of the boxes from him. Then we headed to the garbage can that was behind the Masjid. I was about to throw the boxes away when he started to shout.
“Stop! You crazy boy! Boxes go into recycle. Ok? How can you no care? It say right here if you can read “boxes go here”. Inalillah Wa ina Ilayhi Rajioon.” He said as he kept on lecturing me. Khalil who was behind tried his best to not burst out laughing. Yusuf nudged him to stop then he threw his boxes away. Realizing that Amu was still talking I turned around to listen. But when Amu saw Khalil he gasped and turned from me to him. Khalil who couldn’t hold it anymore started laughing his head off.
“What is this? I see two.” Amu Salman said as he rubbed his eyes.
“There’s two of you?” he asked as he turned towards me. Now Yusuf was laughing to. This got Amu mad.
“Would you stop this nonsense laughing? Back home we say you laugh like hyena. What is going on? Am I seeing double?”
“No Amu, we’re twins. I’m Khalid and that’s Khalil. He’s the one you saw at the graveyard.” I explained.
“Oh… I understand now. He the one who no say salaam and the one who no able to pick up shovel.” He chuckled.
Even in the dark I could see Khalil flush. “He’s the one who didn’t say Salaam to you.” He said as we walked back to the Masjid.
“Then maybe you two shouldn’t wear same clothes. Or else people make mistake.” He said as he went inside the Masjid.
“Maybe we should do this more often it’s fun.” Khalil chuckled.
“God Khalid I felt so sorry for you.” Yusuf said laughingly.
“Yeah, so sorry that you started laughing.” I remarked.
Just then the Adhan for Isha was called. We all prayed Isha then Taraweeh then we went home. By the time we were home I was half asleep. “Are you going to listen to those lectures?” Khalil asked as he got out his laptop.
“Nah. I’m going to sleep.” I said as I threw myself on to my bed. I watched him typing for a few minutes then I fell asleep.
“No. But that was the same guy who was nearly killed in the car accident that day Muhammad died.”
“Really? The one that you saved?”
“Yeah. I wonder why he was walking alone in this weather.”
“I don’t know maybe who ever brought him here parked his car a bit father out.” The parking lot was getting full every minute.
“I’m going to go inside. It’s almost time. Let’s go get a front seat.” He said as he went inside.
“Ok but that’s if there are any left.”
When we went to the Musallah there weren’t many people in the front. Every one was in small groups talking.
We sat in the front and waited for Amu to start. He spoke about the Jannah and what was in it from palaces to gardens.
After a while he was finished. I felt a cell phone vibrating. I went outside to answer it. “MOM” the screen said.
“Hello.” I said.
“Khalid, Khala Shamsa is with me. She wants you to take Nur to his dad.” She said. I groaned. Khala Shamsa’s son, Nurudeen, was one of the most annoying cousins I had. He was eight like Aisha and I was the only one he seemed to bother for some reason.
“Ok. Where is he?” I asked.
“I told Khawla to take him outside. I think they’re waiting for you at the women’s entrance.”
“Ok, bye.” I said as I headed to get my “favorite cousin”. When I got there I saw Khawla who was trying her best to keep him from running of. “Good luck.” She chuckled as she turned back to get into the Masjid. Nurudeen noticed me watching him.
“Hi Khalil or Khalid or who ever you are.” He exclaimed.
“Hello Nur.” I said as I took his hand.
“Where are we going?” he asked.
“To the men’s section.”
“Ok.” If I had said ‘we’re going to take you to your dad,’ he would have started crying. I found Yusuf, and Khalil standing outside again. “Who’s that?” Khalil asked.
“Nur.” I said as I went inside. I looked around for Nurudeen’s dad, Abu Abdullah. When he saw us coming he smiled, but Nur was far from happy. “I want mommy.” He cried.
“Come on Nur. Let’s go get some candy.” His dad said as he took his hand. “Thanks Khalil.” He said.
“Khalid.” I corrected him.
“Oh sorry”. You guys are wearing the same I thought Khalil was you a little while ago.” I went back outside leaving him with Nur who was still nagging. Zaki was going outside at the same time.
“Don’t you get tired of staying outside?” Zaki asked.
“Yeah, but its better then staying inside and sitting around doing nothing.” Khalil said as he kicked on a pebble.
“Why are you outside?” Yusuf asked noticing the keys in Zaki’s hands.
“I’m suppose to give this to my mom.” He said holding up the keys.
“She’s leaving?” I asked.
“Yeah, she said she has a really bad headache.” He said as he walked away.
“Hey I just realized something. Where’s Ahmed?” Yusuf asked.
“He’s at home with his parents.” Khalil said.
“There’re going to come for the Taraweeh though.” I said.
Behind me I heard the door open and a man carrying a huge load of boxes came out. I moved away from his path knowing who he was.
“Why you boys no help you elders?” he asked accusingly. We took a couple of the boxes from him. Then we headed to the garbage can that was behind the Masjid. I was about to throw the boxes away when he started to shout.
“Stop! You crazy boy! Boxes go into recycle. Ok? How can you no care? It say right here if you can read “boxes go here”. Inalillah Wa ina Ilayhi Rajioon.” He said as he kept on lecturing me. Khalil who was behind tried his best to not burst out laughing. Yusuf nudged him to stop then he threw his boxes away. Realizing that Amu was still talking I turned around to listen. But when Amu saw Khalil he gasped and turned from me to him. Khalil who couldn’t hold it anymore started laughing his head off.
“What is this? I see two.” Amu Salman said as he rubbed his eyes.
“There’s two of you?” he asked as he turned towards me. Now Yusuf was laughing to. This got Amu mad.
“Would you stop this nonsense laughing? Back home we say you laugh like hyena. What is going on? Am I seeing double?”
“No Amu, we’re twins. I’m Khalid and that’s Khalil. He’s the one you saw at the graveyard.” I explained.
“Oh… I understand now. He the one who no say salaam and the one who no able to pick up shovel.” He chuckled.
Even in the dark I could see Khalil flush. “He’s the one who didn’t say Salaam to you.” He said as we walked back to the Masjid.
“Then maybe you two shouldn’t wear same clothes. Or else people make mistake.” He said as he went inside the Masjid.
“Maybe we should do this more often it’s fun.” Khalil chuckled.
“God Khalid I felt so sorry for you.” Yusuf said laughingly.
“Yeah, so sorry that you started laughing.” I remarked.
Just then the Adhan for Isha was called. We all prayed Isha then Taraweeh then we went home. By the time we were home I was half asleep. “Are you going to listen to those lectures?” Khalil asked as he got out his laptop.
“Nah. I’m going to sleep.” I said as I threw myself on to my bed. I watched him typing for a few minutes then I fell asleep.
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Lol the Salman guy is a real character ;D lol. Funny part =D. lol JazakAllah Khair sis.