Saving Middle East.

The new Gregarion Calendar has started (it has nothing to do with Muslims, since we follow the Islamic Lunar calendar ) – and I have decided (if even for a little while ) to rise from my imposed hibernation. Is … Continue reading

Last Words of Nabi Kareem S.A.W (prophet Mohammed S.A.W)

Suddenly, there was a person, he said salaam.’May I come in?’ he asked.  

 But Fatimah did not allow him enter the room.    

‘I’m sorry, my father is ill,’ said Fatimah, turned her body back and closed the door.  

  She went back to her father who had opened his eyes and  asked Fatimah, ‘Who was he, my daughter?’  

  ‘I don’t know, my father. It was the first time for  me to see him,’ Fatimah said gently.  

 Then, Rasulullah looked at his daughter with trembled look,  as if he wanted to reminisce about every part of her  daughter’s face.    ‘Know one thing! He is who erases the temporary  pleasure; he is who separates the companionship in the  world.  

 He is the death angel,’ said Rasulullah .

    Fatimah bore the bomb of her cry. The death angel came  toward him,

But Rasulullah asked why Jibril did not come  along with him.

   Then, Jibril was called. Jibril was ready in the sky to  welcome the soul of Habibullah and the leader of the earth.    

‘O Jibril, explain me about my rights in front of  ALLAH?’ Rasulullah asked with a weakest voice.

    ‘The doors of sky have opened, the angels are waiting  for your soul.’    ‘All jannats open widely waiting for you,’ Jibril  said.  

 But, in fact, all this did not make Rasulullah relieved,  his eyes were still full of worry..    

‘You are not happy to hear this news?’ asked  Jibril.

   ‘Tell me about the destiny of my people in future?’  

 ‘Don’t worry, O Rasul ALLAH. I heard ALLAH tell me:  

‘I make jannat haram for every one, except the people of  Muhammad who are inside it,’ Jibril said.  

 It became closer and closer, the time for Malaekat Izrail  to do his work.  

 Slowly, Rasulullah’s soul was pulled. It was seemed  that the body of Rasulullah was full of sweat; the nerves of  his neck became tight.    ‘Jibril, how painful this sakaratul maut is!’  

 Rasulullah uttered a groan slowly. Fatimah closed her eyes,  Ali sat beside her bowed deeply and Jibril turned his face  back.    

‘Am I repugnant to you that you turn your face back o  Jibril?’  Rasulullah asked the Deliverer of Wahy.    

‘Who is the one who could see the Habibullah in his  condition of sakaratul maut,’ Jibril said.

    Not for a while, Rasulullah uttered a groan because of  unbearable pain.    ‘O ALLAH, how great is this sakaratul maut. Give me all  these pains, don’t give it to my people.’  

 The body of Rasulullah became cold, his feet and chest did  not move anymore….  

 His lips vibrated as if he wanted to say something, Ali  took his ear close to Rasulullah.    

‘Uushiikum bis shalati, wa maa malakat aimanuku – take  care of the saalat and take care the weak people among  you.’    

Outside the room, there were cries shouted each other,  sahabah held each other. Fatimah closed her face with her  hands and, again,

 Ali took his ear close to Rasulullah’s  mouth which became bluish.    ‘Ummatii, ummatii, ummatii?’ – ‘My people, my  people, my people.’    And the life of the noble man ended.  

  Could we love each other like him? Allahumma salle ‘ala  Muhammad wa baarik wa salim ‘alaihi. How deep is  Rasulullah’s love to us.       Send this to all your Muslim friends so that there is an  awareness towards the love of ALLAH and His Rasul – because  – truly – except this love, the other loves, are only fana  (not everlasting) thing.  Ameen……  

 Don’t worry if people hate you because there are many  others who love  and care you in the earth. But be worried if ALLAH hates  you because  there is no other who loves and cares you in akhirat.    May Almighty Allah guide all of us to the Right Path and  give all of  us the courage to accept the Truth in the light of  Qur’an and Sunnah  and to reject all things which are in contradiction to the  Holy Qur’an  and Sunnah.    (Ameen)

Surviving Cancer.

Last November, we visited India to attend my nephew’s marriage. After my marriage ie 12 years, We were going to see “ALL”  my relatives.  In between all the fun and frolic, I could sense how fortunate we were to be so happily in love.  Sam and I were the talk of town. Plump and made for each other !!

Came back and posted some of the marriage pics in FB where a huge number of my friends, family and relatives hang out. Perhaps it was a mistake that I posted that pic but I know now that If it was a mistake, It is one, I have to live with for the rest of my life.

Sam has had high blood pressure for the last 7 months. He has been taking medication to keep it on an average scale. On one visit to American Hospital Dubai early February for a repeat medication,  the doctor suggested an MRI of the renal artery. If you know sam,  you know that sam, immediately decides that doctors love to mint money with a huge bunch of tests .. so inspite of all his whinning. He had the MRI done. What followed was to change our lives forever.

The renal artery seemed fine but his right kidney has a tumor about 10 cm large !! After several sonographies, xrays, and CT scan’s the doctors explained how serious his state is but ( hate that word *BUT*) The only solution to the tumor is removal of the entire kidney.  This is a very critical operation with a very high risk rate, therefore American Hospital Dubai has refused this operation. However they have advised that we take Sam’s case to any Kidney specialist Center where there would be a team of doctors to carry out the operation. Sam has never been operated upon. Naturally he is curious and anxious. His left kidney has a mild stenoces.  Although the cancer has not spread out of the kidney, they can see some signs of it in his lungs !!

Ofcourse our initial reaction was that of disbelief. He is healthy, if anything, overweight. Never complains about sickness.  It took sometime for this harsh reality to seep in. For the first week or so, I kept hoping that there was an error in the report or then just kept searching for the silver lining.  Sam has been spending alot of time with the boys. It is difficult to think of my world without Sam. He is that orbit around which I revolve. He is one of the nicest people I know of.  I am so dependent on him. One of the first thoughts that ran thru my mind was ” what will happen to me ?” Silly why I lost hope so early in our battle. … then gradually I composed myself. I am a hardcore optimist, so it dawns late but it does dawn for sure. There is always a silver lining. Our love story is not going to end here. We have to have many more years of bliss and joys. We are going to grow old together. We will see our sons getting married. I will sit and watch all the videos and photos that we have shot of the boys’ childhood in our retirement with Sam and we will have a blast recalling all the incidences. Sam is not going to leave me and I am not going to let Sam leave me. Not now, Not like this.  I will fight for him. I will keep fighting for him. I will beg Allah swt for my samie. I will beg him to spare his life.

In the heart of the matter we all know, that we are visitors in this world and have a larger home to return to in the here after and no matter how much we feel we are preparing for it, we are really not at all prepared.

It seems difficult to be practical at such times, but its like we shift the gears of our motors to act accordingly. 

We have been struggling with decisions …. if we should have this operation done here in Dubai or should we take him to India  … ( just as everybody has been advising us ) how would the logistics of all this work ???  We Indians are very emotional and get into “Panic” mode very easily. Although we managed to keep it in wraps for a month … when we did disclose it to our near and dear family members, all hell broke looose.  Too many opinions, too many judgements, too much chaos,  just too much panic to handle.

Sam has been one of the best gifts Allah swt has blessed me with.  The mere thought of loosing him makes me feel week in the knees. He is too precious, too nice,  too dear,  too loving,  ……..  too mine. I would do anything to keep him alive.

And yet I find myself at Allah’s mercy, begging him for help as I would for any ailment for my family. The Almighty has been so generous to us … so forgiving and so merciful, I have complete faith that a solution will follow.

One line I have always believed for as long as I can remember is : ”  If Allah can get you to it, He can get you through it.”

For all those of you reading this, please pray for my samie.  He is truly a special individual. There is no one who passes by him that is not touched by his compassion and generosity.  Please keep my samie in your prayers.

The 4 Wives.


There was a rich merchant who had 4 wives. He loved the 4th wife the most and adorned her with rich robes and treated her to delicacies. He took great care of her and gave her nothing but the best.

He also loved the 3rd wife very much. He’s very proud of her and always wanted to show off her to his friends. However, the merchant is always in great fear that she might run away with some other men.

He too, loved his 2nd wife. She is a very considerate person, always patient and in fact is the merchant’s confidante. Whenever the merchant faced some problems, he always turned to his 2nd wife and she would always help him out and tide him through difficult times.

Now, the merchant’s 1st wife is a very loyal partner and has made great contributions in maintaining his wealth and business as well as taking care of the household. However, the merchant did not love the first wife and although she loved him deeply, he hardly took notice of her.

One day, the merchant fell ill. Before long, he knew that he was going to die soon. He thought of his luxurious life and told himself, “Now I have 4 wives with me. But when I die, I’ll be alone. How lonely I’ll be!”

Thus, he asked the 4th wife, “I loved you most, endowed you with the finest clothing and showered great care over you. Now that I’m dying, will you follow me and keep me company?” “No way!” replied the 4th wife and she walked away without another word.

The answer cut like a sharp knife right into the merchant’s heart. The sad merchant then asked the 3rd wife, “I have loved you so much for all my life. Now that I’m dying, will you follow me and keep me company?” “No!” replied the 3rd wife. “Life is so good over here! I’m going to remarry when you die!” The merchant’s heart sank and turned cold.

He then asked the 2nd wife, “I always turned to you for help and you’ve always helped me out. Now I need your help again. When I die, will you follow me and keep me company?” “I’m sorry, I can’t help you out this time!” replied the 2nd wife. “At the very most, I can only send you to your grave.” The answer came like a bolt of thunder and the merchant was devastated.

Then a voice called out : “I’ll leave with you. I’ll follow you no matter where you go.” The merchant looked up and there was his first wife. She was so skinny, almost like she suffered from malnutrition. Greatly grieved, the merchant said, “I should have taken much better care of you while I could have !”

Actually, we all have 4 wives in our lives

a. The 4th wife is our body. No matter how much time and effort we lavish in making it look good, it’ll leave us when we die.

b. Our 3rd wife ? Our possessions, status and wealth. When we die, they all go to others.

c. The 2nd wife is our family and friends. No matter how close they had been there for us when we’re alive, the furthest they can stay by us is up to the grave.

d. The 1st wife is in fact our soul, often neglected in our pursuit of material, wealth and sensual pleasure.

Guess what? It is actually the only thing that follows us wherever we go. Perhaps it’s a good idea to cultivate and strengthen it now rather than to wait until we’re on our deathbed to lament.

Treat it like a wake up call !

I woke up suddenly one night and saw a strange light in my room …. The problem is that the lights are off I saw the clock, it was 3.30 in the morning Okay…so where is all this light coming from?? ———- I turned around and saw something very strange.. My body was half way through the wall (??!) I immediately pulled it out and sat down to see if i’m okay ….. This is strange… I tried to push onto the wall, but MY ARM GOES THROUGH … I heard a sound I turned to my brother’s bed to see him sleeping I was really scared of what was happening to me…so I tried to wake him up….but… .he doesn’t reply!! I went to my parent’s bedroom..I tried to wake up my mother…and father…I just wanted somebody to react to me… but nobody did.

 I tried to wake my mother up again…she woke up this time… —– she got up … but didn’t communicate to me She was saying “In the name of Allah, most Merciful, most Gracious” (بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم) again and again… She woke my dad up saying ‘get up, man, I want to check up on the kids.’

My dad replied in disinterest .. ‘it’s not time for this, let me sleep and inshAllah tomorrow i’ll get to that’ But she was he woke up. I was THERE. I was screaming..’ dad’, ‘mum’ … nobody was replying I held mother’s clothes to grab her attention..but she didn’t recognise my existence I followed her ’till she got to my bedroom They got into the room and turned on the lights… it wasn’t making any difference to me anyway because there was a strong light there. I then saw the strangest thing in my life… my OWN BODY….on my bed.

I was trembling… how can there be two of me??…how can that person look so much like me??…and what is he doing on my bed???? I started hitting/slapping myself to wake up from this nightmare… but it was too real to be a nightmare.

dad said ‘Yalla, see the kids are sleeping. Let’s go back to bed.’ but mother wasn’t at all confident… she went to the person sleeping in my bed and said ‘Khalid, wake up!! … WAKE UP!!’ but he wouldn’t reply. She tried again and again….but no reply. Then i turned to see my dad tearing… Today witnesses the first time in my life that I have seen my dad’s tears. The place was shaking with the screaming … My brother woke up…”What’s going on??!” In a very sad tone, with tears rolling down her cheek, mother replied ‘your brother’s dead! Khalid is DEAD!!’ —— I went to mother and said ‘please mum…don’t cry..I’m right here look at me!’ But nobody’s replying to me..WHY??

 I turned to Allah and asked Him to wake me up from the nightmare! quickly following my dua was a voice saying (Quran): ” You were in negligence from this, so We uncovered the blinds and today your sight is (like iron) ” لقد كنت في غفلة من هذا فكشفنا عنك غطاءك فبصرك اليوم حديد

Suddenly two creatures held my arm..they weren’t human!! “Leave me ALONE! Who are you and what do you want from me??” ‘We’re your grave’s guards’ I said ‘but I’m not dead yet! let go of me!!’ I can still see, hear, touch, and speak..I’m not dead!

They replied with a smile : “You humans are fascinating! You think that by dying your life ends, while in fact life on Earth is a small dream compared to the Here after; a dream that ends at your death.”

 They started pulling me towards my grave… On the way I saw people just like me, each had two guards like mine. Some were smiling, others crying, others screaming. I asked the guards ‘why are they all doing that?’

They replied ‘These people now know their fate…some were in ignorance so they–‘ ‘–so they go to Hell??!’ I interrupted They said ‘yes.’ and continued.. ‘and those laughing are going to Heaven’

I quickly replied: ‘What about me..where will I go??’

They said ‘you were at times a good Muslim, while other times not. One day you obey Allah, the next you disobey Him. And you weren’t clear with yourself and your fate will remain so: lost.’

 I replied, shaking: ‘SO AM I GOING TO HELL??’

They said: ‘ Allah’s mercy is great, and the journey is long ‘

I turned to see my family carrying my dead body in a i ran to them .. I said: ‘make dua for me’ but nobody replied..

I went to my brother and warned him .. ‘be careful with what you do in this life… don’t be a fool like myself!’ I was really hoping that he could hear me…

 The two angels (guards) tied up my soul on top of my body .. I saw my relatives pouring sand over me .. —- at that moment I was hoping that I would be in their place… that I can turn to Allah and do as much as He wants from me… that I would ask for forgiveness and once and for all repent my sins that angered Him… but unfortunately I couldn’t.

I shouted ‘ People, don’t let this life tempt you! Wake up to the truth… one day you will DIE, and you never know when..or how. ‘ I hoped for somebody to hear me…nobody there did but YOU heard me….

‘ save yourself. Smile to others, forgive them when you have the power to punish them. Allah forgives those that forgive others. Do your prayers regularly with an open heart. Let Allah guide your life, not Satan. Read the Quran regularly and let the Prophet (peace be upon him) be your role model in life. Work in this timed life for your salvation in an eternal one. And … make dua for me because I’m not perfect. And I point the above to myself just as much as I do to my friends.