Back to that weekend.
Tariq looked at me “He is totally wasting his time”
“ Why? Look at how they’re falling over him, daaamn he’s got game” I said,impressed.
Tariq “Yeah ,that he’s got but look at those chicks? Wannabes? Plastered with so much of make up…You know this one bro of mine, he married this girl who Always had make up on,it was amped up for their wedding buut on the their first night when she took all that muck off? He nearly passed out. She looked like another human”
“Awkward man” I said intellectually
Tariq; “I believe that the most beautiful girl is the one who is confident, they have this idea that we find them hot if they look like someone else or grow two heads…be yourself man…and put that bloody few strands back under your damn scarf, you look like you not sure if you want to wear the hijab or not…I’m not into the unsure look.”
That was T-Man. Opinionated and most of the time…correct.
“You know Nabeel… a lady who wears that camel hump? Is cursed by RasulAllah SAW,doesn’t mean of the Emiratis are gone all tarties, so should we”
Me “ Wow you’re a poet and you didn’t even know it”
“loser line! There’s our man…looks like he scored..” Tariq said
Ziad; “ The Zee does it again”
“ Do you actually refer to yourself in 3rd person? You should teach me how to be so smooth” I replied baffled by Ziad’s smug expression turning into something more… embarresed.. I turned to see the reason.. It was Hammaad, a 6th year boy.
“Asalamu Alaikum…hows it?” He said “Having fun Nabeel on your first trip out with the boys?”
He knew my name? I felt kinda special. Everyone respected him. He was popular and pious=The lethal ,the combo.
“Yes..Yes..” I stammered slightly awed
He put his arm around Ziad’s neck “Ziad …hows your sister?”
Ziad looked like he was going to have a hernia attack. Started literally spluttering. Hammaad smiled . “I don’t need to know how she is but I need you to know every girl is someone’s daughter or sister…treat every girl with the same respect you want you want for your own. Lower our gaze and Allah will raise our status”
“burrrnt like ash man” Tariq nudged Ziad as Hammaad left
Ziad; “Oh shut up, not as if they weren’t willing as wildebeest, holier than thou Hammaad.”
I laughed but secretly I agreed with Hammaad. Even if the opposite party has forgotten their self respect ,why should we forget ours?
Monday in class.
I used to think Shaikh Shifu was psychic. He would just look at you and make a comment like…
“ So Nabeel, enjoyed the weekend? Remember good company will bring good thoughts…wanting to be a player isn’t actually on anyone’s list of goals”
Later I understood that some people have firasat and baseerat (insight and vision) they can detect the sins radiating off us.
Shaikh Shifu looked through my soul and said “ The gaze is an arrow from the arrows of shaitan but our heads are so filled with the media we call it cupids arrow, when you restrain your self when you’re young, the doors of nur are thrown wide open to your heart, may Allah help us in this great jihad”