I turned the spoon round and round in the pot searching for a piece of meat.The liquid was watery and looked suspect. Uzair glared at me. “Dude can you pass the Dhall already?”
It was Jumah. I missed my Mother right now. Ok I missed her food.
Nabi SAW called Jum’ah “Sayyidul Ayyaam” ( leader of all days)
Before I came to Madressah, I was aware that Friday was important because well because we had to read Jum’ah. We had permission from the school to read at the nearest Musjid. It was special because we had a special thick lunch and not forgetting the sweet dish before and dessert and coke after. Then the Jum’ah burp. And then the sleepy feeling. My sisters would wear scarves too on Fridays for a change and my bro would show his mug. My mind went home,when I was little.”
“Nabeel you can’t watch TV” Mum said
And then to my sisters in their teen years.
“Zakia you can’t read novels now”
And then when I was a teen.
“Nabeel you can’t play video games now”
And when we asked why. Mum always replied, “because it’s Jum’ah , you can watch/ read/play after lunch.”
Woah.Back up here.Jum’ah isn’t Cinderella whose gown went back to rags after 12. Jum’ah doesn’t flee at around 2pm. My mother didn’t know better then. Jum’ah with all it’s blessings lasts till Maghrib.
Wait a sec.
It seems like the highlight of my Jum’ah was food. Yes.
We have reached a stage where it seems we worship food. We let our women sweat it out in the kitchen going over the top with their red velvets and fresh cream cum icecream cum cheese cum toffee apple cum soji. Ok I exaggerate but you get the point.
Mother oh mother, while you care so much about our gullets, please care about our akhirah too. Teach us that we won’t die if we eat simple or if ibadah takes priority.
After Jum’ah it was back to classes. It was Shaikh Shifu’s lessons. (I’ll get to later why he got that nic) He was a young ustadh that was unassuming,humble but got you respect without asking for it.Knowwhatimean?
When he walked in the first thing I noticed was he looked like he had make up. Well it looked like that eyeliner thing my sister puts. Later I would find out that it’s called surmah. He also had an amaamah(turban) on. Jum’ah was a big event in Madressah and Alhamdulilah stayed that way for me since. The guys would dress up in their freshly washed kurtas,whip out the surma and ood and put the miswaks in the top pocket. We were given extra bathroom time on Fridays as it is sunnah to make ghusal and you’d see the guys armed with their razors heading to the shower or cutting their nails into the pot plant and ruffling the sand over it.
The dressing up well for Jum’ah is slowly leaving the ummah. Applies to both genders. (No perfume for the ladies though)
“Who read Surah Kahf this morning in Mamoolaats?” Shaikh Shifu queried
“Me…me…me” Many hands went up
“Zubair? Dozing off while someone else is reading is not counted as your own reading” Shaikh smiled
“Aww, it was just the sakinah (divine tranquillity) overwhelming me.” Zubair replied
“I somehow feel when sakeena overcomes you then you won’t be drooling with your mouth open” Shaikh teased him
“Ok Ok I’ll read Shaikh” Zubair replied easily. That was one of the things about that guy. He would readily admit to his faults with a smile. The Asaatizah loved him.
“InshaAllah, Surah Kahf will protect us from the fitan(tests) of Dajjal. Everything,everyday convinces me the time for Dajjal is really close. Allah save us” He said in such a way that made me shiver slightly on a hot day.
Things I learnt about Dajjal.
He does NOT have only one eye. He has a pair of eyes but one is sticking out like a grape. (Uzair said it should be stabbed with a fork.)
The hadith describes his hair to be “like wheat.” Perhaps blonde.
Many women and jews will follow him.
Music will lure people to him like the pied piper did. He will move around playing this music and once you go to see who is playing it,you will not return to your home. Therefore please make it a habit not to go to the window when we hear music parades passing by.
His culture will be established before him. It is a culture of lies. The movies,the TV,the media=lies.
May Allah save us and make us either dead before he arrives or from the army of Imam Mahdi,Ameen.
Please remember to read abundant salawaat on our Beloved Sayid RasulAllah SAW. May Allah protect us from the fitan of Dajjal. Let’s keep Friday clean and sin free? InshaAllah. Perhaps we may not get another .