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Day Thirty third (A Journey with Quran)

Surah Al Imran: Ayats 151 – 160

151. Soon shall We cast terror into the hearts of the Unbelievers, for that they joined companions with Allah, for which He had sent no authority: their abode will be the Fire: And evil is the home of the wrong-doers!

152. Allah did indeed fulfil His promise to you when ye with His permission were about to annihilate your enemy, — until ye flinched and fell to disputing about the order, and disobeyed it after He brought you in sight (of the Victory) which ye covet. Among you are some that hanker after this world and some that desire the Hereafter. Then did He divert you from your foes in order to test you but He forgave you: For Allah is full of grace to those who believe.

153. Behold! ye were climbing up the high ground, without even casting a side glance at any one, and the Messenger in your rear was calling you back. There did Allah give you one distress after another by way of requital, to teach you not to grieve for (the booty) that had escaped you and for (the ill) that had befallen you. For Allah is well aware of all that ye do.

154. After (the excitement) of the distress, He sent down calm on a band of you overcome with slumber, while another band was stirred to anxiety by their own feelings, Moved by wrong suspicions of Allah, suspicions due to ignorance. They said: “Have we any hand in the affair?” Say thou: “Indeed, this affair is wholly Allah’s.” They hide in their minds what they dare not reveal to thee. They say (to themselves): “If we had had anything to do with this affair, we should not have been in the slaughter here.” Say: “Even if you had remained in your homes, those for whom death was decreed would certainly have gone forth to the place of their death”; but (all this was) that Allah might test what is in your breasts and purge what is in your hearts. For Allah knoweth well the secrets of your hearts.

155. Those of you who turned back on the day the two hosts met, it was Satan who caused them to fail, because of some (evil) they had done. But Allah Has blotted out (their fault): For Allah is Oft-Forgiving, Most Forbearing.

156. O ye who believe! Be not like the Unbelievers, who say of their brethren, when they are travelling through the Earth or engaged in fighting: “If they had stayed with us, they would not have died, or been slain.” This that Allah may make it a cause of sighs and regrets in their hearts. It is Allah that gives Life and Death, and Allah sees well all that ye do.

157. And if ye are slain, or die, in the way of Allah, forgiveness and mercy from Allah are far better than all they could amass.

158. And if ye die, or are slain, Lo! it is unto Allah that ye are brought together.

159. It is part of the Mercy of Allah that thou dost deal gently with them, were thou severe or harsh-hearted, they would have broken away from about thee: so pass over (their faults), and ask for ( Allah’s) forgiveness for them; and consult them in affairs (of moment). Then, when thou hast taken a decision, put thy trust in Allah. For Allah loves those who put their trust (in Him).

160. If Allah helps you, none can overcome you: If He forsakes you, who is there, after that, that can help you? In a Allah, then, let believers put their trust.

Translation: Abdullah Yusuf

Immerse


When under stress

The fear of the unknown 

Claws into my heart

I immerse myself in dreams

To will the terror away

And try to find calm instead

(Sheen-March2017)

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Immerse

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Bed Ghost

There was definitely something in the room. What was it? I really don’t know. I was scared when I was sleeping alone. Normally when my (late) husband R was sleeping next to me, I wouldn’t get scared. When he wasn’t there, I would lie awake. I would recite the Ayat-ul-kursi  from the Quran to drive away the scary ghost moving our king size bed.

R had given it a funny name. I have totally forgotten the name. R would smirk at me at breakfast time and ask, “Did it trouble you last night?” I would gave him a glare, because it was all his fault in abandoning, and leaving me alone in our room. 

R was a light sleeper, and if disturbed during sleep, and he got woken up, he wouldn’t let me sleep. On the nights I watched a late night show, or a movie on tv, he would go and sleep in the guest room so that his sleep wasn’t disturbed.

The ghost was in our downstairs bedroom. With downsizing my furniture in the lower portion of our home, I sold off the bed, and moved upstairs after R’s death. I have never mentioned the ghost to my tenent downstairs. She hasn’t said anything, so maybe the ghost went elsewhere. Another reason it may have moved with the bed, and is terrorizing someone else.

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DAILY PROMPT

Ghost

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Next Door

This is the third time I am answering the same prompt. The first time I wrote about my neighbors in Peshawar. The second time I wrote about my neighbors here. The neighbors are the same, there is no change there, except that right next to us our neighbors have changed. They are South Africans with two small kids. They have rented the house from the owner for the duration of their stay here.

For the third time I will write about the six years we lived next door to a graveyard. We (father, my siblings and I) lived in an army allocated rented home. One day father announced we would soon shift to our new home. Our stepmother had not arrived yet in our lives. 

We were excited envisioning a grand home. Imagine our surprise and dismay when we found out that our new house was next door to a graveyard. Disappointedly I asked father, “How could he buy land next to a cemetery? And couldn’t he leave as it is, and buy some place else?” He didn’t answer. 

And who listens to an eleven year old when an adult had made up his mind?

We sulked and refused to live there. Our father closed his ears to our protests. The time came when we shifted to our new home.

When it was night time, and everyone was asleep I was deathly afraid of going alone to the bathroom. I would wake my younger brother Salim, and ask him to come with me. It was nice of him not to refuse. Asleep on his feet, he would stand sentinel at the bathroom door till I came out.

Disturbing pictures of shrouds wearing dead coursed through my mind. I was convinced sooner, or later those beings were going to hold me, and choke me. Unspeakable terror would fill my heart.

After our father died the house was sold, and now it’s only a memory.
Daily Prompt: West End Girls

Every city and town contains people of different classes: rich, poor, and somewhere in between. What’s it like where you live? If it’s difficult for you to discern and describe the different types of classes in your locale, describe what it was like where you grew up — was it swimming pools and movie stars, industrial and working class, somewhere in between or something completely different?

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