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THE EYE OPENER- PART 2/2- POST 32

Published August 23, 2014 by katysoqewl

A silhouette appeared with the resemblance of a “MOULANA”. The long khimaar and turban suggested this and as this being approached me, I felt a sense of fear engulf me.

The next moment I was in a chair with “MOULANA” reading from some sort of book. On closer observation, I recognized the writing; it was similar to what my dadi used to read when she was alive. Although I never read one myself or saw one at home, I had always wondered what that book was and what its significance was. Little was I aware that I was listening to the words of “MY ALMIGHTY”.

The melodious recital continued and I fell into a state of trance. Every word that was read, every aayat mentioned and every chapter recited only increased my inclination. The sound of a trumpet being blown woke me from my hypnosis. I glanced about the room and surreptitiously left. I don’t know who that being was how I had drifted into a state of trance or where the trumpet noise came from, all I know is that “MY ANGEL” came right in the nick of time and filled the open spaces within my heart. On my return flight home, my life flashed before my eyes and for every wrong deed I did, an aayat of the Qur’an came to mind. When I landed in Johannesburg, I was sure to purchase a Qur’an box.

Sitting on my bed, the yellow florescent side lamp creating shadows on the walls, I opened the Qur’an box unaware of the fact that it was not a Qur’an that it contained but a……….

 

‘ IT MAY BE THAT ONE DAY WILL CHANGE YOUR ENTIRE LIFE…”

 

  • YOUR SISTER IN ISLAM

THE EYE OPENER- PART 1/2- POST 31

Published August 22, 2014 by katysoqewl

My name is hira. Born in a household that was blessed with luxuries beyond imagination. I wear the most expensive clothes, drive the most exotic cars and take vacations all around the world. I am one of 3 children. There are my two younger sisters, Rani and Bara’a. We get whatever we want and have the lives of princesses. There is however a flaw in our family that we are not Islamic at all.

Despite all the luxuries, I always felt emptiness, an emptiness that money and worldly possessions cannot fill. All the love from the guys in my life never filled that hollow space in my heart. I am 17 years old, yet sometimes my heart yearns for some closure or some sort of inner peace. Life goes by so fast, that often it is only in rare moments that one has the time to look within ones very own soul. For me this moment came only recently when I was touring the south of Australia. In a dingy looking village called Bethany did this peculiar yet eye-opening incident take place.

It was a cold winter’s day as I left my hotel room and ventured out to explore the wanders of this foreign land. I passed by a stall, that looked run-down and centuries old. I continued on my way but as I was en-route back, curiosity got the better of me. After much hesitation, I made my way to the doorway. Peering through the glass, all my eyes could see was black as a result of the heavily tinted glass. The door creaked as I pushed it open with all my bodies’ strength. The room was dark and the silence eerie. Suddenly a glass broke slicing through the silence…

FOOTSTEPS………

 

– YOUR SISTER IN ISLAM

MY JOURNEY TO ISLAM- PART 3/3- POST 30

Published August 17, 2014 by katysoqewl

“Who’s out Layyana?”

“ Ummm… mum it’s suhayl and his parents.”

“ Asalamualaykum Layana!” a very cheerful Suhayls dad said. “ is your dad home?”

“ wa’alaykum salaam and jee he is just a minute!”

“ Dad it is for you!”

They sat in the front lounge, dad, suhayl and uncle zaheer, while mum and aunty Sumaya chatted about some new skin product that just hit Americas top stores…

Dad entered the kitchen and with a smirk on his face, “ Layyana, my doll, Suhayl is here to see you for marriage!”

Gasping for breath, “ WHAAAAAT!!!??? Dad you kidding”

“ no im not, go see for yourself.”

“ okay fine but I have to make istikhara, if that is how you pronounce it”

“ no problem, I will just tell them that you are deciding!”

That night on my musallah, I couldn’t get my mind of the fact that suhayl had introduced me to islam although I knew that even if we hadn’t met, if it was emant for me, I wouldn’t have accepted islam. But he was the one that made the inclination grow in the first place.

3 years down the line, I stand a proud muslimah with Suhayl as a pillar of strength and a trophy merit, my son Muhammad.

He definitely got my genes with the blue eyes and blonde hair but I have to say that his voice is like his dads, and insh-allah he will one day fill the empty crevices in his princesses heart just as Suhayl filled mine, but for now I have two nights with voices of nightingales.

 

– YOUR SISTER IN ISLAM

 

 

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MY JOURNEY TO ISLAM- PART 2/3- POST 29

Published August 16, 2014 by katysoqewl

I bumped into him on my way to the JK where I left my Islamic literature books, remembering that suhayl never kept it in his bag because he said it was disrespect. I greeted him and he greeted back his eyes fixed on the ground and not even halting for a moment. As I read ayats of the Quran about how valuable a Muslim women is it dawned upon me that in Islam, women’s modesty as well as men is vital and that pre-marital relationships are haraam to protect a women izzat. I guess it was this few verses that transformed my life and brought the light of iman in my darkened soul.

I embraced Islam at the hands of a moulana that came from South Africa for Jama’at. “ Ash hadu allah illaha illallah wa’ash hadu ana muhammedin abduhu warasuluh”

Today I am a full hijab sister living with my parents who have Alhamdulillah embraced Islam after much persuasion, I have to admit that convincing them was pretty difficult, but I guess that was my jihad.

As my mum greeted me when I returned from campus, she had a smirk spread across her face.(  don’t know if my mum has gotten whiter or it is just me) I guess black hijab does that to you. As we finished clearing the supper table, the doorbell rang. You know the rule in our houses, “If you are the youngest, you have to get the door.”

Sliding the front door open, I saw suhayl and his parents.

What the hell are they doing here?

 

– YOUR SISTER IN ISLAM

MY JOURNEY TO ISLAM- PART 1/3- POST 28

Published August 15, 2014 by katysoqewl

ASALAMUALAYKUM AND I REALLY APLOGIZE FOR THE DELAY… ENJOY THE POST… 

 

I had dated Suhayl the past year that i was on campus and felt a real inclination to him. I had had many realationships before, for me it was quite normal. Being brought up in a not so staunch Christian home, everything was allowed except pregnancy, which was just over the line… i was in my last year of studying to get my honours and had a darling of a boyfriend. Suhayl was Muslim, so we never went to clubs or any of “those” parties, but generally we hanged out alot. I was always intrigued by the way he prayed 5 times a day. I mean in our household, even on Sundays we wouldn’t pray because we were going out or had other commitments.

One day, i decided to pay him a surprise visit and knew that he was as you South African say it, “ HOUSA!!” because he had informed me that his parents had gone on some business trip to Australia.. i mounted the curb of his porch, but i barely moved a step when i heard the most melodious words being recited of what i thought was Arabic. I literally froze, my heart started racing and something about it hit me deep down. I fell in love with the way the words flowed and deeper with the recitor. It wasn’t just some words and after the recital stopped, i rang the door bell. He opened, dressed in a white long thing, the thing he wore on Fridays, a hat on his head and a book in his hand. He looked abit startled when he saw me and enquired as to what i was doing there. I replied that i had just come to give him company and as i made my way to hug him, he took a step back. I knew that his religion had forbade these types of relationships, but he never hesitated in the past. I brushed the thought aside and settled myself on the the cream leather couches. He kissed the book he was holding and proceeded to place it on the shelf in the dining room. The air was beginning to get thick and things were getting weird. Breaking the ice, i enquired what the book was, “ the qur’aan, our holy book.” He replied. “ you recite it beautifully!’ i complimented. “ it’s a gift from God.” He replied. Well, this was surely going nowhere, so i broached the hugging issue to which he replied, “ look, i know it seemed like all was good from day 1 but the guilt has been eating me up inside because of my disobedience to the almighty to fulfil a lustful desire that has been eating me up inside. I don’t want to break your heart, but i’m afraid i ahve to say that we were in the past. It was all a mistake and the sin i will get for this is stipulated already but the least i can do is repent and pray that the almighty will forgive me..”

QUR'AAN

QUR’AAN

 

 

– YOUR SISTER IN ISLAM

I’M AN ARABIAN PRINCESS :p- PART 3/3- POST 27

Published August 10, 2014 by katysoqewl

Our lives might have changed to accommodate our child from heaven, but there isn’t a day we don’t thank the almighty for granting us this child. He brought out sabr in me that in never knew existed and it dawned upon me that had it not been for Khalid, i would have taken for granted all the bounties i was blessed with.

Today is Yawmul Jumuah, my favourite day of the week. We have our family breakfast, then as Khalid places his turban, Muhammed applies OUD- BAKHOOR attar :p and Omar, the latest addition to our family and by allahs grace healthy and normal, takes his iphone of charge. We leave our Lobaan scented home, jump into the car with Khalid sitting in the front and head for Masjudul Haram. Sheikh Abdurahmaan As Sudeysi delivered the khutba and the khoobee of JUMUAH echoed in every far corner of the city. We went shopping in Zam Zam and co-incidence that Bedoon Essm had a sale.. After asr salaah we journeyed back home L

As muhammed, Khalid, omar and i test dhor after fajr the following morning i am proud to say that despite all our family struggles that qur’aan and sunnah we have held dearly to. Our sons are enrolled at a hifdh boys instutude and have began their hifdh, Alhamdulillah. The words of “ WILL THEY NOT PONDER THE QUR’AAN OR ARE THERE LOCKS UPON THEIR HEARTS?” from surah Muhammad, verse 24 of Muhammed voice that is free from vocal glitches ricochets in the lounge and penetrates our hearts to be there forever…

 

FOR MUHAMMED...

FOR MUHAMMED…

 

LOBAAN.. <3

LOBAAN.. ❤

 

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KHALID AND MUHAMMED... <3

KHALID AND MUHAMMED… ❤

 

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OMAR...

OMAR…

TESTING DHOR... <3

TESTING DHOR… ❤

– YOUR SISTER IN ISLAM

I’M AN ARABIAN PRINCESS :p – PART 2/3- POST 26

Published August 9, 2014 by katysoqewl

Sadness clouded and hurt ailed me, Muhammed had a look of sadness in his eyes but tried to hide it. His ever so re-assuring words comforted me as he recited verses from the qur’aan about patience and how allah knows best.

Dr Fatima enteres my maternity ward and whispered something into Muhammeds ears and left. I saw his fists, a habit he had when he was anxious.

I was desperate to know the news, but i knew Muhammed being Muhammed would never tell me unless he thought i was ready..

Only Allah knows how i fell asleep but i did. After 3 hours i awoke to find Muhammed in Sujood beside my bed. This site made me love him even more and was a reminder of how blessed i truely was. He completed, recited duaa in congregation and as we said our “AAMEENS”, the nurse entered with a stand and our baby in it, hooked up to a million pipes and a distressed looking Dr Fatima.

She explained to me that my “ Khalid “ had cerebral pAlsy.

My entire world crumbled and like a thorn piercing cotton wool, i felt the pain reach my hair ends.

Fighting back tears, i looked at Muhammed who was engaged in deep thought which was suggested by shut eye lids.

We left the hospital a painful 2 weeks later with this being that was our dream since day 1.

His disability never changed our love for him, not one bit, he was from our flesh afterall. Muhammeds compassion had increased tremendously so much so that when Khalid use to awake at night in distress for milk, Muhammed would awake as well, and keep me company, massage my feet and pamper me.

I LOVE SOMEONE WITH C.P... <3

I LOVE SOMEONE WITH C.P… ❤

 

CHILDREN FROM HEAVEN...

CHILDREN FROM HEAVEN…

 

– YOUR SISTER IN ISLAM

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