{"id":862,"date":"2010-10-12T14:29:43","date_gmt":"2010-10-12T14:29:43","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/localhost\/wp3\/?p=862"},"modified":"2010-10-12T14:29:43","modified_gmt":"2010-10-12T14:29:43","slug":"shes-my-sister-inspiring-story-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/sunnionline.us\/english\/2010\/10\/12\/862\/","title":{"rendered":"She\u2019s my sister :: Inspiring Story"},"content":{"rendered":"<div style=\"text-align: justify;\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" style=\"margin-left: 5px; float: right;\" alt=\"shes-my-sister\" src=\"images\/stories\/distinctive\/shes-my-sister.jpg\" width=\"237\" height=\"270\" \/>Her cheeks were worn and sunken, and her skin hugged her bones. That didn\u2019t stop her because you could never catch her not reciting Qur\u2019an. She was always vigil in her personal prayer room that our father had set up for her. Bowing, prostrating, raising her hands in prayer, was the way she was from dawn to sunset and back again; boredom was for other people.<\/div>\n<p>  <!--more-->  <\/p>\n<div style=\"text-align: justify;\">As for me, I craved nothing more than fashion magazines and novels. I treated myself to videos until the trips to the rental place became my trademark. It\u2019s a saying that when something becomes habit, people tend to distinguish you by it. I was negligent in my responsibilities and my salah was characterized by laziness.<br \/>One night, after a long three hours of watching, I turned the video off. The adhan rose softly in the quiet night. I slipped peacefully into my blanket.<br \/>Her voice called me from her prayer room. \u201cYes? Would you like anything Noorah?\u201d I asked.<br \/>With a sharp needle she popped my plans. \u201cDon\u2019t sleep before you pray Fajr!\u201d<br \/>Agghh! \u201cThere\u2019s still an hour before Fajr. That was only the first adhan,\u201d I said.<br \/>With those loving pinches of hers, she called me closer. She was like that even before the fierce sickness shook her spirit and shut her in bed. \u201cHanan, can you come sit beside me.\u201d<br \/>I could never refuse any of her requests; you could touch the purity and sincerity in her.\u201cYes, Noorah?\u201d<br \/> \u201cPlease sit here.\u201d<br \/> \u201cAlright, I\u2019m sitting. What\u2019s on your mind?\u201d<br \/>With the sweetest mono voice she began reciting:<br \/><strong>Every soul shall taste death and you will merely be repaid your earnings on the Day of Resurrection.<\/strong><br \/>She stopped thoughtfully. Then she asked, \u201cDo you believe in death?\u201d<br \/> \u201cOf course I do,\u201dI replied.<br \/> \u201cDo you believe that you shall be responsible for whatever you do, regardless of how small or large?\u201d<br \/> \u201cI do, but Allah is Forgiving and Merciful, and I\u2019ve got a long life waiting for me.\u201d<br \/> \u201cStop it Hanan! Are you not afraid of death and its abruptness? Take a look at Hind. She was younger than you but she died in a car accident. Death is age-blind and your age could never be a measure of when you shall die.\u201d<br \/>The darkness of the room filled my skin with fear. \u201cI\u2019m scared of the dark and now you made me scared of death. How am I supposed to go to sleep now? Noorah, I thought you promised you\u2019d go with us on vacation during the summer break.\u201d<br \/>Her voice broke and her heart quivered. \u201cI might be going on a long trip this year Hanan, but somewhere else. All of our lives are in Allah\u2019s hands and we all belong to Him.\u201d<br \/>My eyes welled and the tears slipped down both cheeks. I pondered my sisters grizzly sickness. The doctors had informed my father in private that there was not much hope Noorah was going to outlive the disease. She wasn\u2019t told, so I wondered who hinted to her. Or was it that she could sense the truth?<br \/> \u201cWhat are you thinking about Hanan?\u201dHer voice was sharp. \u201cDo you think I am just saying this because I am sick? I hope not. In fact, I may live longer than people who are not sick. How long are you going to live Hanan? Perhaps twenty years? Maybe forty? Then what?\u201dThrough the dark she reached for my hand and squeezed gently. \u201cThere\u2019s no difference between us; we\u2019re all going to leave this world to live in Paradise or agonize in Hell. Listen to the words of Allah:<br \/><strong>Anyone who is pushed away from the Fire and shown into Jannah will have triumphed.<\/strong><br \/>I left my sister\u2019s room dazed, her words ringing in my ears:\u201cMay Allah guide you Hanan \u2013 don\u2019t forget your prayer.\u201d<br \/>I heard pounding on my door at eight o\u2019clock in the morning. I don\u2019t usually wake up at this time. There was crying and confusion. O Allah, what happened?<br \/>Noorah\u2019s condition became critical after Fajr; they took her to the hospital immediately.<br \/>Inna lillahi wa inna ilayhi raji\u2019oon.<br \/>There wasn\u2019t going to be any trips this summer. It was written that I would spend the summer at home.<br \/>It felt like an eternity had gone by when it was one o\u2019clock in the afternoon. Mother phoned the hospital.<br \/> \u201cYes. You can come and see her now.\u201d Dad\u2019s voice had changed, and mother could sense something had gone deathly wrong. We left immediately.<br \/>Where was that avenue I used to travel and thought was so short? Why was it so very long now? Where was the cherished crowd and traffic that would give me a chance to gaze left and right? Everyone, just move out of our way!<br \/>Mother was shaking her head in her hands crying as she made du\u2019a for her Noorah. We arrived at the hospital\u2019s main entrance. One man was moaning, while another was involved in an accident. A third man\u2019s eyes were iced. You couldn\u2019t tell if he was dead or alive.<br \/>Noorah was in intensive care. We skipped stairs to her floor. The nurse approached us. \u201cLet me take you to her.\u201d<br \/>As we walked down the aisles the nurse went on expressing how sweet of a girl Noorah was. She somewhat reassured Mother that Noorah\u2019s condition had gotten better than what it was in the morning. \u201cSorry. No more than one visitor at a time,\u201d the nurse said. This was the intensive care unit. Past the flurry white robes, through the small window in the door, I caught my sister\u2019s eyes. Mother was standing beside her. After about two minutes, mother came out unable to control her crying. \u201cYou may enter and say salaam to her on the condition that you do not speak too long,\u201d they told me. \u201cTwo minutes should be enough.\u201d<br \/> \u201cHow are you Noorah? You were fine last night sister, what happened?\u201d<br \/>We held hands; she squeezed harmlessly. \u201cEven now, alhamdulillah, I\u2019m doing fine.\u201d<br \/> \u201cAlhamdulillah\u2026but\u2026your hands are so cold.\u201d<br \/>I sat on her bedside and rested my fingers on her knee. She jerked it away. \u201cSorry, did I hurt you?\u201c<br \/> \u201cNo, it is just that I remembered Allah\u2019s words.\u201d<br \/>Waltafatul saaqu bil saaq (One leg will be wrapped to the other leg [in the death shroud]).<br \/> <strong>\u201cHanan pray for me. I may be meeting the first day of the Hereafter very soon. It\u2019s a long journey and I haven\u2019t prepared enough good deeds in my suitcase.\u201d<\/strong><br \/>A tear escaped my eye and ran down my cheek at her words. I cried and she joined me. The room blurred away and left us two sisters to cry together. Rivulets of tears splashed down on my sister\u2019s palm, which I held with both hands. Dad was now becoming more worried about me. I\u2019ve never cried like that before.<br \/>At home and upstairs in my room, I watched the sun pass away with a sorrowful day. Silence mingled in our corridors. One after another, my cousins came in my room. The visitors were many and all the voices from downstairs stirred together. Only one thing was clear at that point \u2013 Noorah had died!<br \/>I stopped distinguishing who came and who went. I couldn\u2019t remember what they said. O Allah, where was I? What was going on? I couldn\u2019t even cry anymore.<br \/>Later that week they told me what had happened. Dad had taken my hand to say goodbye to my sister for the last time. I had kissed Noorah\u2019s head.<br \/>I remember only one thing while seeing her spread on that bed \u2013 the bed that she was going to die on. I remembered the verse she recited:<br \/><strong>One leg will be wrapped to the other leg (in the death shroud).<\/strong><br \/>And I knew too well the truth of the next verse:<br \/><strong>The drive on that day will be to your Lord (Allah)!<\/strong><br \/>I tiptoed into her prayer room that night. Staring at the quiet dressers and silenced mirrors, I treasured the person that had shared my mother\u2019s stomach with me. Noorah was my twin sister.<br \/>I remembered who I had swapped sorrows with, who comforted my rainy days. I remembered who prayed for my guidance and who spent so many tears for many long nights telling me about death and accountability. May Allah save us all.<br \/>Tonight is Noorah\u2019s first night that she shall spend in her tomb. O Allah, have mercy on her and illumine her grave. This was her Qur\u2019an and her prayer mat. And this was the spring, rose-colored dress that she told me she would hide until she got married; the dress she wanted to keep just for her husband.<br \/>I remembered my sister and cried over all the days that I had lost. I prayed to Allah to have mercy on me, accept me and forgive me. I prayed to Allah to keep her firm in her grave as she always liked to mention in her supplications.<br \/>At that moment, I stopped. I asked myself what if it was I who had died. Where would I be moving on to? Fear pressed me and the tears began all over again.<br \/> <strong>\u201cAllahu Akbar, Allahu Akbar\u2026\u201d<\/strong> The first adhan rose softly from the masjid. It sounded so beautiful this time. I felt calm and relaxed as I repeated the mu\u2019adhin\u2019s call. I wrapped the shawl around my shoulders and stood to pray Fajr. I prayed as if it was my last prayer, a farewell prayer, just like Noorah had done yesterday. It had been her last Fajr.<br \/>Now, and in sha Allah for the rest of my life, if I awake in the morning I do not count on being alive by evening, and in the evening I do not count on being alive by morning. We are all going on Noorah\u2019s journey. What have we prepared for it?<br \/><span style=\"color: #888888;\"><\/span><br \/><span style=\"color: #888888;\">Muhammad Alshareef* Mohammad Alshareef translated the following story from the book \u201cAzzaman Alqaadim\u201d and gave it as his final speech at the MYNA East Zone conference. It is a very moving story which had the entire audience in tears.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><em>Source: ISLAM\u2014World\u2019s Greatest Religion<\/em><\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Her cheeks were worn and sunken, and her skin hugged her bones. 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