.... He's Not Come Home ....
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... brrring brrring ...
... brrring brrring ...
"... He's not come home ..."
My heart pounds.
Where could he be?
What could be wrong?
"As soon as it's 9 o'clock I'm going to the police."
What?
Is this really happening?
"... Did he get into trouble?
... Did he take a bag?"
"I don't know.
He didn't take his jacket though."
SubhaanAllaah.
Tears filled my eyes.
He's only fifteen.
He can't even get a job.
He's got asthma, it's freezing outside.
SubhaanAllaah.
"Yaa Allaah. Yaa Rabbee.
Please make it easy for my mum.
Provide her with patience
and strength to get through this.
Yaa Rahmaan, Yaa Wadood.
Please allow him to be safe and well.
If he's dead, Yaa Allaah...
Forgive him for his sins."
SubhaanAllaah.
"Have you called the hospitals?
Called his friends?
Checked his chat logs?
Have you called auntie and uncle?
The next door neighbours?
Have you checked the parks?
Gone to his school...?
Yes, I know it's Sunday.
SubhaanAllaah.
"Eat this darling"
"No, I can't eat.
I feel sick to the stomach.
I want to vomit.
I can't concentrate.
Where could he be?!"
SubhaanAllaah.
... brrring brrring ...
... brrring brrring ...
"... He's home ..."
A sigh of relief.
My heart pounds.
The blood races to my head.
How could he put us through that?!
Alhamdulillaah.
Alhamdulillaah.
Yaa Allaah.
You answered my du'aa.
Alhamdulillaah.
© December 2004, Umm Junayd
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This is a true account of what happened today when my brother failed to come home last night. It had been a whole 24 hours that my 40-year-old mother had not seen him. Please make du'aa for her - she needs it.
~ Umm Junayd
Your Thoughts
wa 'alaikumus-salaam
SubhaanAllaah, when my parents had a really strong grip on me when i was at home i thought that they were being over-protective. But with all the dangers outside, it's best to stay at home as much as possible and I'll always love my dad for trying to protect me.
Now my brother.. he's getting a little out of hand and i pray that Allaah makes him grow to love the deen.
The kind of guidance I mention when talking about my parents and siblings is the kind where they are guided to follow the Sunnah because they are already Muslim.
wassalaamu 'alaikum
~ Umm Junayd
I'm sorry to hear about it. Sounds like she went through a lot. She'll be okay, Insha Allah. I remember when my bro was that age. He was always getting into trouble, my mum would sit in her room and cry....*sigh*...one just prays nothing serious happens to them.
I followed your link back here from tblog.
I love the layout of your new website. It's simplicity is striking and it's easy to nagivate. Everything blends in beautifully.
:-)
Eka, you're Nigerian, right? [i had a nose around your blog too!] Did your mum do anything to your brother? Did your dad [if he was around]? 'Cos Im also of Nigerian descent and I know that Nigerian parents can be very harsh in these circumstances.
Thank you for your comments; I like to receive feedback from my visitors so that I know what to improve on. This site has had about 4 or 5 different designs since I set it up! Weird i know...
Yes, I'm a Nigerian, its a pleasure to run into a fellow Sister. :-)
Actually, my brother was very young at that time. He was in his early teens...when his hormones were acting up. The parent's weren't harsh perse, But they reasoned with him and made it clear that they wouldn't tolerate any of his nonsense..they rewarded him when he did right and punished him by taking away his priviledges like watching tv, using the computer, etc. It changed him, though he's still growing and learning.
Both of us live together in Malaysia, the parents live in Japan. I have a vague idea of what my mum went through, having to look after him. It takes lots of patience to guide a person in the right direction.
The 'typical' Nigerian mentality instills more of a fear of reprimansion, than one of the detriments of thier actions. It has to be well balanced. Kids need to be told that thier actions are bad to both themselves and those around....especially themselves.
Anyway....sorry I got carried away there. :-)
I love your site. I tried to subscribe so as to be updated, but I couldn't. I don't know if it's deliberate, or there's somethign wrong with the set up.
I'll be coming back again.
Masalam.
I couldn't agree more - 'typical' Nigerians DO use fear as a control mechanism. I remember the line: "We can always send you back home" - but it has no effect on my brother.
When you tried to subscribe, did you get an error message?
Yes. Something of an error...I was told the path was invalid.
It's working now, right? My brother came 'round today and i got him to read this poem. He was like: "What did people say about it?" .. sheesh.. he worries about his 'image' *rollseyes*
Just to let you know sis... the subscription you're on now is so that you be notified of new comments to the blog. If you'd like to receive an email when i update, you can enter your email address into the subscription box and then verify your email address. I'm sorry if it was not clear before.
Yes, thank you. The comment link is working. So is the subscription to the website, I tried it just now.
Can't blame the boy tho...if I were him too I'd be wondering what people were saying about me, hehe
I hope things have calmed down now, :-)
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Assalaamu Alaikum,
Many years ago (showing my age now) I used to put my mother through the same kind of things as your brother is now with your mother. I never really realised the heartache and stress I used to put my mum through, what痴 the big deal if I stay out all night / week?
Only in my later years when I had mellowed out did I stop to think about the pain I used to cause my mum, and now that I am Muslim I know the status a mother carries in a family and the respect that she deserves.
May Allah guide all of our non-Muslim family members to the truth, Aameen!
As we know there are 2 types of guidance and the one I am talking about specifically now is the type that results in the acceptance of Islam and one declaring ones faith.
Was-Salaamu Alaikum,
Zakariya, Abu Suhaylah.