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The Part; The Ten. football,friends and tempers.

Bismillahir Rahmaanir Raheem

So I tried being kinder towards Nu’maan but it was like being nice to a demented goat. Like the one Eidhul Adha, I was trying to feed the darn goat and instead of being nice and grateful, it butted me once then chased me around the yard. So I decided to all out ignore the goat.The human one who was my room mate,not the one that chased me.

That is why, we should keep trying to do things Only for Allah Ta’aala alone. It Is hard to get to that stage but not impossible. And when you not doing good turns to others to impress, gain favour, make them act nice towards you? You will be at peace, especially when they treat you like crap. Even for our parents and spouses, it is sawaab to make them happy, but they too disappoint us at times, so let’s make a niyyah (intention) we will do this because to make them happy is a hukam (law) of Allah.

“Handsome!! Salaam! How are you???Call me back!!” I shouted in excitement at my one and only best homie,Yusuf the Handsome.

“Heyyy my man! How are you?? What’s good in the hood bro? You dealing with Uloom okay?” Yusuf asked

 “Yeah well it’s not so bad…You have your off days and good days…hey why you talking funny?”

He laughed “I put on braces,it’s hectic, so when you coming down man?”

“InshaAllah in the next 4weeks I’ll be home, can’t wait! Let’s paint the town red!” I said already anticipating a heroes welcome

“You didn’t change man, I thought you’d be all Moulana’d up by now and giving me naseeha bro, the guys all miss you” I could hear his smile

I was silent for 2seconds. “Then why don’t they call?” I asked

“Well they are just damn lazy or stingy, you know guys are not wired to phone other guys yeah and they can’t text you coz you don’t have your phone” He said

“Well what are you then? A drag queen?”

“It’s dif with us Nabeel,you’re my bro man, extra special with a side order of mad. So tell me something you learned? Don’t hog all that ilm to yourself” He diffused my rising temper.

That was the Handsome I knew,it always surprised us both that I was the one that went off to Darul Uloom when he was the one always thirsting for Ilm. We spoke for a bit more.

“Right Handsome,check you We’re going to play footy now” I informed him

“You’ll play footy? I thought only you allowed to play fatwa…footwa” He joked


“You kicked me! You kicked me on purpose!”Tariq screamed into Nazir’s face.

“No I didn’t” Nazir insisted looking up at Tariq. Nazir was a scrawny chap,somewhere around 15years old and the kind that’s always tailing everyone and listening in when he wasn’t supposed to. We used to call him, Tabi’(Follower)

“Does my leg look like a soccer ball to you??” Tariq yelled

“Well…if you lost some weight maybe it wouldn’t…you should try dieting, you play like a Man U player,loser” Said the smart alec

“uh oh” a bunch of us chorused as Tariq lit into Nazir but before he could land a solid punch,Nazir tripped him. Tariq ran behind him and suddenly it became a free for all ,well not a free for all but 3 other guys joined Tariq, two out to get their revenge on the kid who tattled on them to the Asaatizah and the other 2 who hated ManU been dissed. Now can you imagine what 4 guys would have done to Nazir who could have passed for a stick figure and made anyone look fat? Crushed him.

In class

“What controls our emotions? What makes us happy and sad? We don’t find the pure humour of Nabi SAW appealing because our sense of humour has been tainted. We find mockery funny. We find shamelessness funny.

Sports make us happy and sad. When our team wins,we act as if benefited from their win. We can smile and show our teeth for 3days and if they lose? Oh no, we are angry,grumpy even snap at our wives and mothers because even the food doesn’t taste right then. How Stupid are we?” My Ustadh asked.

“How many people got hurt and killed for supporting a team that someone else didn’t like? No one must insult “Your” player, “Your man.”Most of these players live such filthy lives, they wouldn’t even spit on you if you were on fire,they don’t care about you,why are you wasting your emotions on them? Why can’t we get so worked up about the Sahaba (Companions of Nabi SAW)RA when the shia’s revile them and speak ill of them?”

“Aaah! You little #^%$*” Tariq was almost blue in the face when suddenly Hammad burst through them and tackled Tariq to the ground causing the other guys to fall.

“Time out! Read A’oozu,do you’ll want this to go to the Asaatizah? Cool down. This is no way to solve a foolish argument. Nazir,come here and apologise and you guys apologise too and if I hear of anything more, I will report you”

The guys all muttered sorry, as Tariq walked away ,he slowed down till Hammad was infront of him and turned to Nazir and mouthed

“I’ll get you.”

The part; The nine


Sometimes I have to sit and pull the thoughts out of my head trying to remember Madressa days as clear as I can to put it down on paper(or screen.) So I decided to open some of my dust laden kitabs and see if I am hit with a blast from the past. And indeed,everytime,I am.

Sometimes it’s not a blast but a whisper and sometimes it’s like someone whacked me solid. Like now. I have posted couple of good times already yet I forgot something I learnt way back in first year.

The power and importance of Bismillah.

May Allah forgive me for not putting His name before my thoughts.

‘Hey Deo” Nu’maan sneered at me. “Stop calling me that.” I said.

“stop calling me that,stop calling me that” He said in singsong,imitating me. “Why don’t you stop whining like a girl ”

“Oh shut up,I’m late for class” I said shoving past him. “Whatever dude,here’s the notes Ramzi said to give you.” He passed them to me.

I was touched, Ramzi was helping me with getting the hang of Fiqhul Muyassar and wrote down a few terminologies for me. I grabbed it and was out before Mister could irk me more.

Moulana Tameem’s Tafseer class.

“There are 114 chapters in the Mubarak Qur’aan. 113 begin with the qualities of Allah’s mercy and compassion. We should see and realise our Malik(Master),our Raaziq(Sustainer) is One whose mercy is wrapped around everything. On the arsh of Allah,it is written,”Certainly my mercy overpowers My anger” Allah is the One who is kind,who is Forgiving ,who is Tolerant, who doesn’t let the angels write a sin down immediately because He wants to give us time to make tauba but the mere thought of doing a good deed,is already counted as good.”

Ilyaas raised his hand. “ Moulana, soo no matter what we do Allah will forgive us?”

Moulana replied “ Well it is foolish to think that because of the mercy of ones Master,one can get away with anything. We should live with taqwa=between hope and fear.”

“But isn’t Moulana said we shouldn’t have excessive fear of Allah?”

Moulana smiled “That’s right, but enough to keep away from sin and enough hope to carry on with life….now back to Bismillah…whatever is begun without the name of Allah,remains empty of barakah(blessings) and so important this is that…

A knock rattled the door.

What followed was another ustaadh coming in to tell Moulana Tameem about two of my classmates who were absent apparently because they were sick but were caught smoking behind the boarding. The 2 suspects walked in sheepishly as 2 sheepish…sheep?

Perfect! We were going to be tested in the 2nd period and if Moulana Tameem lectured us long enough about good behaviour and amaanat(trust) I wouldn’t be tested. I mentally high fived myself. When you’re a freshie in Madressa,you waaait for someone to get into trouble so sabaq and testing is postponed and they can get a scolding and you zone out but in later years,you Hope for those advices,because your tarbiyah(character-building) and mindset  is created then

Later that night after Eshaa.

Nu’maan goes“So tell me Nabeel Ad Deo, did you read your Fadhaa’il A’amaal today?”

“Huh? I don’t think we’re doing that kitab in first year” I reply unknowingly.

Nu’maan laughs. “I should add to your kuniyah(title)- Stupideo.”

Ihsaan,one of the 3rd years walks past at that moment. “Oh lay off him bruv,he’s just a freshie innit” He says to Nu’maan,I hardly understood a word but new he was telling Nu’maan to politely get lost. He turned to me; “it’s the kitab that we read after Zuhr yeah? Don’t worry about this chap,he can be a bit butters(mean) at times but he’s nice deep under innit Numi.”

Very,very deep under. Might need a deep sea diver to find his niceness.

I went to sit next to Ramzi before lights out. “Ramzi,tell me if Nu’maan is normal?”

“ahh he just finds an easy victim in you because you don’t know how to answer him As yet but I believe you will one day,one day you will be very capable inshaAllah” Ramzi says convincingly.

I was barely past my first term,still didn’t know or practice too much yet he spoke as if he meant it and at that moment,some of his belief in me got into a crevice in my heart and turned into the first sprout of conviction. Go ahead, help build someone.

“Don’t take his word to heart Nabeel ukhayya(small bro) Nu’maan’s father was from Syria as I told you before but his Mum was from the UK, his baba (father) left his ummi(mother) and never came back to even see him. His Ummi was finished, when a businessman from India proposed her? She married him and when that man changed for Deen? She changed too and became deeni, so that man he insist that Nu’maan come to this Madressa because he knows some of our asaatizah personally. Nu’maan feels forced and wants to be in an Arab madressah or to live in Syria. And wishes for his father’s approval.”

the part; the four-


Nu’maan sneered at me. “You really are stupid aren’t you?” “Hey this is all new to me dude!” I shouted after his retreating back. Damn it.
Later that night,just before lights off.( Lights off was when the whole boarding used to be dark because the mains were switched off and everyone was compelled to sleep.) Only later did I come to know not everyone exactly followed that. A time would come when I would ruin my Madressa studies by becoming one of Those boys.

“Ramzi,guess what? Today we did something crazy!” I said eyeing him eating a delicious looking concoction. “Bismillah,what was it ya Nabeel?”
“Idhaafah! Like I still don’t know what the heck the baabs are all about and now they hit us with that! This is a mudhaaf and that is a mudhaaf ilai,like what the hell?”

Ramzi motioned me to sit next to him. “Bring a pen and page, I think it is time we conquer the baabs. Give to me any word besides he one male did.”
“He one male farted?” I said hopefully

“No,other word, how about the word Look? Na’am?” but we will use it in dual

“Ok fine” I sighed willing my brains to stay alive.

“Nazharaa, They two males looked. They is in DUAL. Immediately you know the word is referring to 2 people because it has an alif at the end. If it was singular it wouldn’t .

“And if it was plural?” I questioned, the light slowly creeping in

“Then it would be Nazharoo just as Fa’aloo. They make us learn these scales so we use it as a what you say?…template for other words yes. If the word is Nazharat then you know it is female because it has a TAA at then end,this has no Taa so you know it’s Masculine so you say They 2 MALES and the word is in past tense and means Look so it becomes, THEY 2.MALES.LOOKED.Let’s use another word now…”

Ramzi continued explaining patiently to me while I ate my Maggi 2 minute noodles. A Darul Uloom staple.
“Thank yoooou! Gracias! Ramzi I got it! I got it! At last!

Ramzi just shook his shoulders in that humble style of his and said “Ma mushkila(no problem)but say JazakAllah Khair,may Allah reward you with good. it is a dua for a Muslim while thank you means nothing”
“JazakAllah khair! Hey Ramzi before Nu’maan comes,why is he so faulty? He said he’s Salafi and wanted a response from me I think.
What’s a Salafi?”

Ramzi sighed. “ Salafi is someone who doesn’t follow any of the 4 A’imma(Imams) ,and this is a Deobandi Madressah so he doesn’t feel very comfortable here and sometimes the teachers don’t feel comfortable with him,some of them”
“Err what’s a Deobandi? Is it a sect?” I had never came across the word before.

Ramzi looked at me. ‘no it is not a sect, Darul Uloom Deoband was one of the major Madressahs in India.It made Islam stable there na’am.Many from all over the world came to study there and opened up Madressahs all over in the same system of teaching. Including this Madressah, that is why all graduates of these Darul Ulooms are called Deobandi ,we will be too when we graduate to some extent”

“So what’s Nu’maans issue?”

“Well Nu’maans father was Salafi and the Deobandi and Salafis have some very strong differences. That’s the problem and you see you Nu’maan is …”

“Ok ok enough I’m getting bored now. Tell me more another day” I said yawning and stretching. Just on cue the devil I walked in with a scowl on his face. What’s new. If only I had heard Ramzi out before judging Nu’maan.

The lights went off and we all got into bed.

“Hey Ramzi, why don’t you read Salaah properly?” I asked in the dark.
“Matlab,meaning?” He gently asked back.
“I saw you lift your hands in Salaah more than once. I thought you’d know better since you’re a senior”
(yeah i was quite a moron)

The room burst into sniggers.
Nu’maan snorted. “Stupid Deo”
“Shut Up”
“I’m Shaafi Nabeel. That is our method of reading salaah. It is called rafa yadain”

I felt embarrassed as heck. Why did I not know so much??? Tomorrow I was going to ask my Ustadh what was a Shafi and that Yadain thing about.

Thursday night! Much anticipated and welcomed in Madressah. We got off from Muta’lah as classes resumed after Jumah the next day. I waited in line with the foreigners to make a call home. It was so weird using a call box for the first time.My cellphone was kept with one of the Asaatizah(teachers)

I called Mum first because I missed her the most, spoke to Dad who acted like using the phone was going to kill him so that was a short convo before the threw the phone at Nana.

“Take care beta and remember to practice everything you learn”
“Yeah yeah. Remind Mum to send my food stuff up with Zubair please. I’m dying without my snacks and some of these guys are real misers, they bring stacks and don’t even share their chocolate wrapper”
“ Don’t forget to share when you get your parcel.”
I made a mental note to gobble up the goodies in Nu’maan’s face. I’d share the aroma with him.Mwuhahah.
“and Yusuf called asking how you were. Phone him”

I put the phone down. Over here, away from everyone. My other life seemed so far away. My friends didn’t understand when I told them I had to enrol here. They were torn between laughter and shock and I was still pissed about them mocking me. Except Handsome of course who was his usual irritatingly encouraging self. I thought longingly of the girl I left behind,Zahira…and Shakira and Yumna and whats her name.. of course I didn’t think longingly of them! I was just 18,we don’t do emotions then. Leaving them was easy A. Yumna cried when I told her I’m going, that was great for my ego but awkward.I can’t handle my sisters crying leave alone a girl whose just my passing phase.Or as Mustafa used to say “meri timepass hai bhas bhai” (she’s just my time pass bro)
I did miss all the attention from my time-passes though.

I decided not to call Handsome. The truth was…I was kinda jealous of my own best friend. He got his dream. Was cracking it at campus. Having fun.And me? I was trapped here using a bloody callbox, in this century.