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Thank you Allah

Purpose



By Khaleel Jooste

Copyright Khaleel Jooste 2017

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I seek protection from Satan the outcast and I begin in the name of

Allah,

The Most Gracious, The Most Merciful.



Ayat Al-Kursi

The verse of the Throne

Allah - there is no deity except Him, the Ever-Living, the Sustainer of all existence. Neither drowsiness overtakes Him nor sleep. To Him belongs whatever is in the heavens and whatever is on the earth. Who is it that can intercede with Him except by His permission? He knows what is presently before them and what will be after them, and they encompass not a thing of His knowledge except for what He wills. His throne extends over the heavens and the earth, and their preservation tires Him not. And He is the Most High, the Most Great.

Surah Al- Baqarah (The Cow) 2:255



As Allah wills

Abu Darda' reported Allah's Apostle (may peace be upon him) as saying:

If anyone learns by heart the first ten verses of the Surah al-Kahf, he will be protected from the Dajjal (Anti-Christ).

(Sahih Muslim: Book #004, Hadith #1766)



All the praises and thanks be to Allah, Who has sent down to His slave (Muhammad) the Book (the Qur'an), and has not placed therein any crookedness.

(He has made it) Straight to give warning (to the disbelievers) of a severe punishment from Him, and to give glad tidings to the believers (in the Oneness of Allah, Islamic Monotheism), who work righteous deeds, that they shall have a fair reward (i.e. Paradise).

They shall abide therein forever.

And to warn those (Jews, Christians, and pagans) who say, "Allah has begotten a son (or offspring or children)."

No knowledge have they of such a thing, nor had their fathers. Mighty is the word that comes out of their mouths [i.e. He begot (took) sons and daughters]. They utter nothing but a lie.

Perhaps, you, would kill yourself (O Muhammad) in grief, over their footsteps (for their turning away from you), because they believe not in this narration (the Qur'an).

Verily! We have made that which is on earth as an adornment for it, in order that We may test them (mankind) as to which of them are best in deeds. [i.e. those who do good deeds in the most perfect manner, that means to do them (deeds) totally for Allah's sake and in accordance to the legal ways of the Prophet].

And verily! We shall make all that is on it (the earth) a bare dry soil (without any vegetation or trees, etc.).

Do you think that the people of the Cave and the Inscription (the news or the names of the people of the Cave) were a wonder among Our Signs?

(Remember) when the young men fled for refuge (from their disbelieving folk) to the Cave, they said: "Our Lord! Bestow on us mercy from Yourself, and facilitate for us our affair in the right way!"

Surah Al-Kahf (The Cave) 18:1-10

This hadith has been transmitted by Qatada with the same chain of transmitters. But Shu'ba (one of the narrators) said: At the end of Surah al-Kahf, but Hammam said: At the beginning of Surah al-Kahf.

(Sahih Muslim: Book #004, Hadith #1767)



And on that Day We shall present Hell to the disbelievers, plain to view,

(To) Those whose eyes had been under a covering from My Reminder (this Qur'an), and who could not bear to hear (it).

Do then those who disbelieve think that they can take My slaves [i.e., the angels, Allah's Messengers, 'Iesa (Jesus), son of Maryam (Mary), etc.] as Auliya' (lords, gods, protectors, etc.) besides Me? Verily, We have prepared Hell as an entertainment for the disbelievers (in the Oneness of Allah, Islamic Monotheism).

Say (O Muhammad): "Shall We tell you the greatest losers in respect of (their) deeds?

"Those whose efforts have been wasted in this life while they thought that they were acquiring good by their deeds!

 "They are those who deny the Ayat (proofs, evidences, verses, lessons, signs, revelations, etc.) of their Lord and the Meeting with Him (in the Hereafter). So their works are in vain, and on the Day of Resurrection, We shall not give them any weight.

"That shall be their recompense, Hell; because they disbelieved and took My Ayat (proofs, evidences, verses, lessons, signs, revelations, etc.) and My Messengers by way of jest and mockery.

"Verily! Those who believe (in the Oneness of Allah, Islamic Monotheism) and do righteous deeds, shall have the Gardens of Al-Firdaus (the Paradise) for their entertainment.

"Wherein they shall dwell (forever). No desire will they have to be removed therefrom."

Say (O Muhammad to mankind). "If the sea were ink for (writing) the Words of my Lord, surely, the sea would be exhausted before the Words of my Lord would be finished, even if we brought (another sea) like it for its aid."

Say (O Muhammad): "I am only a man like you. It has been inspired to me that your Ilah (God) is One Ilah (God i.e. Allah). So whoever hopes for the Meeting with his Lord, let him work righteousness and associate none as a partner in the worship of his Lord."

Surah Al-Kahf (The Cave) 18:100-110

#HappyBirthday

The Prophet said, ‘Whoever recites four verses from the first part of Surah Al-Baqarah, the verse of the Throne, two verses after the verse of the Throne and three verses from the last part of Surah Al-Baqarah, Satan would never come near him or the members of his family on that day, and nothing he despises would come near him or the members of his family, and never are these verses recited over a madman without him regaining his consciousness’

Maariful Quran Volume 1 (English - Page 96)



In the name of Allah, The Most Gracious, The Most Merciful

Alif-Lam-Mim. [These letters are one of the miracles of the Qur'an and none but Allah (Alone) knows their meanings].

This is the Book (the Qur'an), whereof there is no doubt, a guidance to those who are Al-Muttaqun [the pious and righteous persons who fear Allah much (abstain from all kinds of sins and evil deeds which He has forbidden) and love Allah much (perform all kinds of good deeds which He has ordained)].

Who believe in the Ghaib and perform As-Salat (Iqamat-as-Salat), and spend out of what we have provided for them [i.e. give Zakat , spend on themselves, their parents, their children, their wives, etc., and also give charity to the poor and also in Allah's Cause - Jihad, etc.].

And who believe in (the Qur'an and the Sunnah) which has been sent down (revealed) to you (Muhammad Peace be upon him) and in [the Taurat (Torah) and the Injeel (Gospel), etc.] which were sent down before you and they believe with certainty in the Hereafter. (Resurrection, recompense of their good and bad deeds, Paradise and Hell, etc.).

Surah Al-Baqarah (The Cow) 2:1-4



Allah! La ilaha illa Huwa (none has the right to be worshipped but He), the Ever Living, the One Who sustains and protects all that exists. Neither slumber, nor sleep overtake Him. To Him belongs whatever is in the heavens and whatever is on earth. Who is he that can intercede with Him except with His Permission? He knows what happens to them (His creatures) in this world, and what will happen to them in the Hereafter. And they will never compass anything of His Knowledge except that which He wills. His Kursi extends over the heavens and the earth, and He feels no fatigue in guarding and preserving them. And He is the Most High, the Most Great.

Surah Al-Baqarah (The Cow) 2:255

There is no compulsion in religion. Verily, the Right Path has become distinct from the wrong path. Whoever disbelieves in Taghut and believes in Allah, then he has grasped the most trustworthy handhold that will never break. And Allah is All-Hearer, All-Knower.

Allah is the Wali (Protector or Guardian) of those who believe. He brings them out from darkness into light. But as for those who disbelieve, their Auliya (supporters and helpers) are Taghut [false deities and false leaders, etc.], they bring them out from light into darkness. Those are the dwellers of the Fire, and they will abide therein forever.

Surah A-Baqarah (The Cow) 2:256-257



To Allah belongs all that is in the heavens and all that is on the earth, and whether you disclose what is in your ownselves or conceal it, Allah will call you to account for it. Then He forgives whom He wills and punishes whom He wills. And Allah is Able to do all things.

The Messenger (Muhammad) believes in what has been sent down to him from his Lord, and (so do) the believers. Each one believes in Allah, His Angels, His Books, and His Messengers. They say, "We make no distinction between one another of His Messengers" - and they say, "We hear, and we obey. (We seek) Your Forgiveness, our Lord, and to You is the return (of all)."

Allah burdens not a person beyond his scope. He gets reward for that (good) which he has earned, and he is punished for that (evil) which he has earned. "Our Lord! Punish us not if we forget or fall into error, our Lord! Lay not on us a burden like that which You did lay on those before us (Jews and Christians); our Lord! Put not on us a burden greater than we have strength to bear. Pardon us and grant us Forgiveness. Have mercy on us. You are our Maula (Patron, Supporter and Protector, etc.) and give us victory over the disbelieving people."

Surah Al-Baqarah (The Cow) 2:284-286











"I seek the protection of Allah the Great, greater than whom

there is none; and I seek the protection of the perfect words of

Allah which no man, virtuous or wicked, can even transcend;

and I seek the protection of all the Beautiful Names of Allah,

those of them which I know and those which I do not know,

from the evil of everything which Allah has created, to which

He has given existence, and which He has spread (over the

earth or the universe).”



The Scholar Ka’b al-Ahbar’s dua

Maariful Quran Volume 1 (English - Page 272)



By time

Indeed, mankind is in loss,

Except for those who have believed and done righteous deeds and advised each other to truth and advised each other to patience.

Surah Al-Asr (The Time) 103:1-3

For Justin and Britney

Your friend

Khaleel

And We created not the heaven and the earth and all that is between them without purpose!

That is the consideration of those who disbelieve!

Then woe to those who disbelieve

(in Islamic Monotheism)

from the Fire!

Surah Sad (The Letter ‘Saad’) 38:27







Hidden within

#OohLaLa

#OutOfTownGirl

He remembers the day he met the pretty, fair girl very well. He didn’t expect anyone to know of his secret place, but by the way she swung around on the tree branches, she definitely knew it well. He immediately liked her, which was unusual for him, because he didn’t get along with people very much, especially not strangers. But she seemed somehow familiar, like they knew each other from somewhere. He knew he never saw those pretty eyes before, but they felt like home to him. He found it all very peculiar. The first day he met her, he was too shy to talk to her. She didn’t seem to mind. She simply kept on about how she wanted to run away from home. She felt trapped. He listened. She appreciated that. They became quick friends.

A week went by and still he didn’t speak to her. He just nodded his head whenever she spoke to him. He would help her to build her make believe worlds with rocks and branches. She liked using the leaves to make dresses for her stick dolls. He found it all very amusing. For a girl who swung around in trees and who was not scared to leap from the branches into the lake, she sure was still very girly, playing with her dolls. He just sat and watched her. She was pretty. It was the only way he felt he could describe her. She had very long, brown hair. It was usually in a single braid in a ponytail to the back. She always wore a very pretty white dress that reached to her ankles. There were always pink flowers printed on the collar. She wore a necklace around her neck with a charm, but he wasn’t sure what it was, because it was hidden under the dress. She had pretty lips he thought. Her cheeks were always red. He found her to be the prettiest thing he had ever seen.

The first time he spoke to her, was the day when she was no longer barefoot, but wearing shoes. He was really surprised. He had gotten so used to seeing her without shoes that it seemed rather odd to see her in those pink rivet leather sneakers. She looked delightful in her white dress and pink shoes. That day she had a ribbon in her hair. He tried hard not to stare. She was prettier than before, especially with her hair in braids to the side. He was caught off guard by her question. But he didn’t have to think long to answer. He didn’t even hesitate. Remembering that day always brings a warm cheer to his heart. The first day he spoke and the first day he was truly happy. He remembers it well. He was sitting on the flat beam of the floor to the tree house they had started building. She climbed along the tree trunk to where he was admiring her. When she got to the top, she smiled and spoke about running away again. She had decided that day was thé day. So, she enquired sincerely.

Tell me, if you could, would you up and run away, with me?” She stared into his eyes imploringly. He couldn’t be sure if her eyes were brown or green. All he knew was that they were pretty. Without hesitating, he answered. “Yes, pretty. I will.”

In all the time they were together, he never asked her name and she never asked his. For some strange reason, neither of them felt the need to know, nor the need to be known.

They were happy just to know that they had someone to be with. Solace was found in each other’s company, contented with the gift of companionship. The fact that she was pretty made it all the more comforting to him. The fact that he listened made it all the more bearable for her. They were two peas in a pod, and that in more ways than one.

It was a fine day when it all happened. The dark was chased away by the all-encompassing bright light. It brought with it a renewed cheer, there was no longer any fear, something that these two had come to hold dear. There was a crisp, cool breeze in the air that caressed their cheeks. He was the first to greet them, the two peaks that were there, right outside their pea pod. He wanted to wake her up, but she had such a peaceful expression on her face, that he decided to let her sleep more. She must have been having a sweet dream. He didn’t have to wait long. She woke up with a happy yawn and a stretch of her legs and arms. She rolled out of the pod, she ruffled his hair and gasped at the sight of the spectacle in front of them. He was happy that she was up. He was happy whenever she was there. He was plain just happy to be with her. They both took a while to make sense of what they were looking at. It was way off in the distance. They would have to cross the murky lands, perhaps even have to go underground to be able to reach it, but they were both willing and ready to go.

They decided that they would start the journey as soon as they had finished breakfast. This had become somewhat of a ritual to them. He would collect whatever he could find, whether it be berries, fruit or edible roots – these were a big favourite – or sometimes when he was lucky to catch some fish or hunt down some small animal. These were many, but they preferred not to shed too much blood. They rather ate what the earth provided. She would then prepare it for them. She was not the best of cooks, but what she made was delicious to him and that was more than enough. That morning, he was able to find many delicious berries and also some sweet orange roots. Whether they were carrots they could not say. Things were not always as they seem, that is what they have been able to find out about this place. Where they were was the biggest mystery. Perhaps the answer lay there where the two peaks suddenly appeared.

As usual, they would each say something that they were grateful for on that specific day. It was the highlight of their ritual. It was her turn, when it happened.

Today, I am grateful for the light of my beautiful life…” she was going to say more, but was distracted by the bird that suddenly perched itself on the tree branch right above them. They both stared at it in wonder. It was spectacular. Not like any bird they had ever seen before. Its feathers were mostly golden, with the exception of a few purple feathers that were on the tip of its wings. Very strikingly bright feathers were on top of its head. It looked almost white, but it was not. It was whitish due to some light that radiated from it. Its eyes were a golden brown, almost a light red. It had a very short beak; it was curved down towards its breast. There were a few dark specks across its chest and two markings beneath those that gave the impression of something that was woven or intertwined. Its body was very elegant. It stood tall on very long legs; its claws fully wrapped around the tree branch.

Its tail feathers were also golden, but with green here and there. They were spread out beautifully behind the bird and from where they were staring at it, the feathers were beautiful streaks that were delicate and seemed almost fragile. It opened the tail feathers slightly and it was as if more light radiated from it and it gave the appearance of being some sort of emblem. They could not be sure. The more they stared, the brighter the light seemed, until the bird closed the feathers, gave a soft chirp and took to flight, but it merely flapped its wings once and it was more that it sort of disappeared in front of their eyes. They kept looking for it in the skies, but it was nowhere to be seen. Unsure of what just happened they stared at each other. He asked first.

Do you feel that too?”

She nodded her head. “Yes, I do. It feels tingly like.”

He nodded too. “Yes, pretty. Almost tickly, yes?”

She nodded yes, with a smile.

I am grateful for this feeling. I am grateful for this moment. This is living.”

He nods in agreement.

They both stare off into the distance.

Shall we go and see?” she asks.

He takes in the peaks, scans the skies and then rests his gaze on her. He nods yes.

She takes his hand and they were off.

They ventured into the murky lands. Its characteristic purple colour dominated the fields, but here and there were patches of orange and green. It all had a very rugged look. Far above them, light clouds started gathering. A light rose tint to them. Above those, unseen by them, something was looking on. Just above the rosy clouds, it was ever present, ever near.

Watching.



The Writer





# Purpose #MarkMyWords #WhatDoYouMean #I’llShowYou

I always wanted to be a writer, more specifically, a world renowned journalist. I always thought I would write about the important stuff, the things that mattered, things that could change lives. Deep down I just wanted my words to make a difference. Secretly, I too want world peace, I too want to help end poverty, help the poor.

But now…

What difference can my writing make?

If I believe what I believe, then nothing is true. All of it is just lies. Awards are not honoring those deserving of them, definitely not today, and definitely not as we were taught to believe. My coveted Pulitzer is merely given to those who write in favor of the agenda.

The Big Agenda.

I find myself, yet again, between a hard place and a rock. What is the reality and what is not?

To answer this question I have searched in many places for answers, heard many views and opinions, read numerous books both fiction and apparently non-fiction, followed blogs and listened to vlogs, everyone is convinced they know the truth, but at the same time it also seems that everyone is grabbing at straws.

The only one thing that was clear in all of these things.

God and the absence of God.

These two paths ultimately have one goal.

The Big Agenda.

To misguide the human race.

The only question is.

Why?

The life of this world is no more than illusion and vanity, while the abode of the Hereafter is far better for the righteous. Do you not understand?

Surah Al-An’am (The Cattle) 6:32



O mankind! do your duty to your Lord, and fear (the coming of) a Day when no father can avail aught for his son, nor a son avail aught for his father. Verily, the promise of Allah is true: let not then this present life deceive you, nor let the chief Deceiver deceive you about Allah.

Surah Luqman 31:33



The writing has been difficult. That is putting it mildly. Not because of a lack of creativity, or things to say. I just don’t want to be nasty. And believe me, there is a part of me that just wants to bash and hate. But that is beneath me.

It is beneath us.

I choose not to be that person. May it all dissipate as I try to forget. In doing so I forgot I had a voice, I forgot, that though, I might not be wanted, not in this country, not now, not with this new wall that threatens our peace, it’s like a tear in the fabric, though despite it all, I am reminded that there are still some good people in this world.

A lot actually.

Yes, it’s like that.

I realize now, that I do have a voice. She inspired me. She awakened something inside of me. I find courage in this despair. We do have voices. Our words are weapons. The pen is mightier than the sword. Maybe, just maybe, she can be my muse.

This pen. Engraved.

LANCELOT.

Just maybe. I’ll tell you. Maybe.

Mark my words.

Go ye forth, (whether equipped) lightly or heavily, and strive and struggle, with your goods and your persons, in the cause of Allah. That is best for you, if ye (but) knew.

Surah At-Taubah (Repentance) 9:41



When I think of this, it really brings tears to my eyes.

To think, that once I rather yearned for death, ‘cause I just thought what is the point of all of this, yes, mess, hardship and simply unenjoyable existence?

At one point I even agreed that why would anyone want to bring a child into the world. But, hey, I have changed my tune. I no longer yearn to die. I now rather, yes, pray to have more time. More time to be able to do this, to be a part of this. To be able to have this, gift.

A really precious gift.

All this hurt and suffering culminated into this moment.

I have found purpose.

I love this time. I love this moment. I love the one who gave it to me. I am blessed to share this gift with you. I love that we have this. This tangible purpose.

He gave us.

Purpose.



Did you think that We had created you in play (without any purpose), and that you would not be brought back to Us?”

So Exalted be Allah, the True King:

Laa ilaaha illa Huwa

(none has the right to be worshipped but He),

the Lord of the Supreme Throne!”


Al-Mu’minoon (The Believers) 23:115-116

I know. I am confusing. I confuse you. I don’t mean to. I just don’t know how to say all of this without it sounding… Out there, you know. But it is simple. What do I mean?

This is it.

Ring any bells? He said it. Many times over and over again.

“All I want to say is that they don’t really care about us.”

Who is this they he refers to? The corrupt system? The corrupt leaders?

I don’t think so. I think the they he was referring to was them. And they killed him because of it. But did they kill him? My friend believes that he was merely removed.

Removed from the stage. The stage is the matrix, according to him.

Celebrity only exists on the stage.

But that’s another can of worms. Let’s rather just say that he is no longer seen.

Perhaps he did Xscape.

I don’t believe that rubbish they told us about his death. Not for a second.

He was ‘murdered’.

By the very thing he was trying to expose. People call them many things. Some say they are reptilians. A few say they are aliens. People have even called them interdimensional beings. Some say they are quite simply just demons. Others refer to them as archons.

“The archons are coming!”

Remember that tweet? Fallen angels. Ghosts. Sounds crazy if one listens to all of it. But they are all right. That is what I mean. The truth is.

There is a they. They are real.

But they have confused us all about who they really are. The only logical truth I have heard about them, was what I heard from her. I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for her. If it wasn’t for the books she gave me.

If it wasn’t for the Qur’an.

The book our leaders burnt.

Publicly.

May He have mercy on us. He tells us the truth.

Plainly.

They are not fallen angels. There are no such things as fallen angels. This is another lie. A lie from them. Propagated by their TV PROGRAMMING and their books. He explains it clearly to us, that the angels follow only His commands. That is the difference between us and the angels.

We have free will, they do not.

They can therefore not end up disobeying Him.

But He does tell us of other beings He has created. They too have free will. And they are the they we are all confused about.

They are the Jinn.

And Satan is of them.

After he disobeyed God’s command to bow down to us, he was cursed to burn in the hell fire forever. He refused to bow down to us, because he was arrogant and proud.

He felt he was better than us. With reason, I suppose, if you look at us on face value alone. Their species can change shape while we cannot. They can be aliens if they choose to be. They can be reptilians if they choose to be scaley and slithery. Crawl up your eye nasty if we believe Donald. That the vril are real. Possess you and use your body. Freaks me out really. They can be ghastly ghosts or foul ghouls. Haunt us, taunt and scare us.

But that’s not all.

They can even change into animals.

The ones we know are real like dogs and snakes, but even the ones we only believe to be mythical or to exist only in fairy tales. Yes, they can become unicorns, and dragons, whatever they want to.

Yes.

They can even change and appear as human. That does seem better than us. More than that is the fact that they can live much longer than us. They are stronger than us. If that is not enough reason to feel superior, they can even travel great distances in matter of seconds. They sit behind all these superheroes we are bombarded with. They actually want us to feel that we are inferior. Not enough.

Weak.

Therefore, from this, I can understand that he would think that he was better. To sympathize with him, I however differ. Not obeying God’s commands only leads to trouble. I know this from personal experience. If I hear what she says and reflect on my life…

But, not now. Later.

Back to the Jinn.

Because of his disobedience, he was the first disbeliever and was cursed forever. He is of course not superior, because he did not know what was hidden inside of us.

The one thing that makes us even more superior than the angels themself.

The spirit that God blew into us.

And he hates us for it.

But he requested respite.

He was granted it.

And he made a promise.

A vow to God.

That he would take us with him. He would lay in wait for us. Attack us from the front, the back, the left and the right. And he would do so, by using God’s power.

Do as though wilt.

That he was granted too. But God’s loyal servants are exempt from his touch or influence. Then Adam was misled by him. This thing that Eve is to blame for misleading Adam is another false story from them. Adam was the one that was tempted, not Eve. And Adam made Eve eat, not her Adam. This thing that women are to blame for the downfall of men is another lie by them, simply to ‘cause this need for women to fight for equal rights and all these things that have ‘caused gender wars. It is them causing this havoc amongst us.

But hey…

Adam ate of the tree.

And both he and Adam were cast down to earth.

And God decreed that Adam and his offspring and Satan and his off spring will be enemies to each other.



But Satan whispered evil to him: he said "O Adam! shall I lead thee to the Tree of Eternity and to a kingdom that never decays?” In the result they both ate of the tree and so their nakedness appeared to them: they began to sew together for their covering leaves from the Garden: thus did Adam disobey His Lord and allow himself to be seduced. But his Lord chose him (for His Grace): He turned to him and gave him guidance. He said: "Get ye down both of you all together from the Garden with enmity one to another; but if as is sure there comes to you guidance from Me whosoever follows My guidance will not lose his way nor fall into misery.

Surah Ta-Ha 20:120-123

Things are hard to explain.

So best is simply to show you.

I’ll show you.

The Changeling

#MarkMyWords

Reason



Iblis said, “My Lord, because You have put me in error, I will surely make disobedience attractive to them on earth, and I will mislead them all

Except, among them, Your chosen servants.”

Surah Al-Hjr (The Rocky Tract) 15:39-40



Just

Justus smiles.

It was his 5th birthday and he was out celebrating with his father on top of the hill that overlooked their house that was tucked away among the trees that surrounded the peaceful village of his people.

He was lying on his back, staring at the small butterfly that hovered in front of his face. The butterfly looked as if it was smiling too, wings bright orange-red against the blue sky. It would gently flutter higher as Justus tried to touch it, but would flutter closer to his face once he dropped his hands back on the grass. At one point it would come so close and sit on the tip of his nose. This made Justus want to laugh out loud, but he tried his best to restrain himself. He looked at the butterfly’s curious face. The eyes were comforting. Justus smiles more.

Ever gently, the butterfly started fluttering higher into the sky and just like that, it transforms into a humming bird. It had a bright green chest with a striking yellow tail. The wings were a mix of blue and purple, while orange-red feathers lined its head like a crown. The beak was black and curved. It came hovering towards Justus who could hardly contain his excitement. He picks one of the flowers that grew among the grass. It was dark red and had a trumpet like petal. He holds it up into the air and carefully, the humming bird sticks its beak inside. It then opens its beak and the flower petal tears in half. Justus laughs hard at that.

Slowly he would bring his hand closer to touch the wing of the humming bird. The wings were barely visible. Every time he almost touched one, the humming bird would peck him softly and then rise higher into the air. Justus enjoyed this a lot. He got up from the grass and started jumping into the air, trying to touch the humming bird.

It would keep hovering just out of his reach. Giving up, Justus would then laughingly fall flat on his behind and stare expectantly at the bird to see what would happen next.

Suddenly the bird turned into a small speck of light. Justus had to squint to see it clearly. He stopped his loud laughing and kept as quiet as he possible could. This proved rather difficult; since the light made him want to laugh as it kept coming closer to his face. Upon closer inspection of the light, Justus saw that it was actually a firefly. It looked exactly like the one in his drawing book. He kept staring at it in wonder, the light shining brightly against the clouds that seem to creep up behind it. The sky was starting to change from blue, to a slight orange, as the sun drew closer to the horizon, where it would eventually go to hide behind the trees below the hill. As the shadows grew longer, Justus would move along the edge, remaining half between the light and the shade. He smiled happily as the firefly spun around his head.

Suddenly the light disappeared and instead a small monkey landed on his head and covered his eyes. Startled, Justus fell on his back and tried to take the monkey’s small hands away. He managed to lift them away, but the monkey made a funny screeching noise that made Justus laugh uncontrollably and he would let go of it. In turn, the monkey started running down his body and started tickling him. Justus laughed more, tears running down his face. Between the hysterical laughing, he managed to shout for the monkey to stop. It listened and jumped onto the grass and started making cartwheels between the flowers. Justus managed to calm down, get up and chase after the monkey as it ran away. He jumped forward and managed to grab the monkey by the tail, at which point the monkey transformed into a small red-purple dragon that ascended into the air, with Justus holding its tail tightly.

Both alarmed and excited, Justus held onto the tail of the dragon as it ascended higher into the sky. In the distance, the village was in clear view, their house more to the trees, while the rest was in the valley to the right. The dragon made a lazy circle around the hill top and Justus was able to see the lands of Mada. The air there appeared a sickly grey, almost as if some tangible ill will enveloped it. Justus stared at it in wonder. His father never took him there. His father had always warned him about the rebels.

They follow him who is without hope.”

The dragon made a few more laps in the sky, before it suddenly flapped its wings wildly. This made Justus lose his grip and he was left dangling from the air with just one hand. Panicked, he started shouting for the dragon to stop. It however kept flapping its wings wildly and started to fly more down the hill, picking up speed as it did. Not able to hold on anymore, Justus slipped and started to fall to the ground. Hands grabbing at nothing, legs swinging wildly, he screamed for help. All that happened was that he descended faster to what would definitely be an impact that would leave him winded, possibly unconscious.

Justus was no longer smiling.

He prepared himself to hit the ground. Just then, a horse with wings touched down on the ground beneath him, he grabbed onto its mane with a big smile on his face. He watched the white wings of the horse disappear as the horse ran further down the hill towards their house. It slowed down to a gallop. A few feet away from the house though, the strong, white horse reared up and with a loud scream Justus was thrown of its back, but just as he was about to hit the ground, his father catches him and holds him to his chest.

“Don’t worry, I’m here. By His grace, I will always be here.”

Justus smiled.

His father kisses him on his forehead.

“I got you.”

He carries Justus up the wooden front porch and into the house. In the distance the call for prayer could be heard. The horizon was bright red and the sun appeared as a stalking eye from above the trees. Justus’ father stares at it as it completely shies away behind the thick canopy. Uneasy, he keeps staring at the darkening sky. He shakes his head and closes the door.

You have returned, Abdul ‘Adl,” says his wife.

Justus runs straight to his mom as soon as his father puts him down. He could barely contain his excitement as he did his best to recount to his mother the things he and his father got up to on top of the hill. His mother listened to him intently, helping him to find the words he did not know yet to describe the things he saw.

“I think it’s time we start him with the scrolls,” says Abdul ‘Adl as he takes his wife’s hand in his and kisses it gently.

But he’s only five, Abdul ‘Adl. The Prophet, peace be upon him, said to play with them till they are seven,” she brings his hand to her mouth and kisses the scar on his wrist.

He walks closer to her, cups her head in his free hand and lets it rest into his middle. Holding her like this for a tender moment, he lets go and starts.

I know, Zahrah, but,” he sighs and sits down, “he is vulnerable.” He casts his gaze worryingly at the door, and then rests his dark eyes on hers; equally dark, but less burdened. “And anyway, that is for Adam’s children.”

His face relaxes as she smiles and shakes her head.

Softly, she advises.

Unburden yourself, Abdul ‘Adl. All will be as it should be.”

She places Justus on the floor and he starts to play with his new toys. Zahrah gracefully gets up and takes a seat next to her husband.

She admires him for a moment, taking in his eyes, his face. She sighs and says.

Five years to the day it’s been since you took up arms.” She takes his right palm and kisses it.

Five years and the only hint of unrest your troubled thoughts.” Gently she kisses his cheek. Turns her head and stares at their son. He stood nearly three feet tall. Hair, thick curls, reached his broad shoulders. He goes on his knees and Zahrah smiles as he tries to put the silver ball into the silver sphere.

He’ll have plenty of time to learn, to grow. Be as our Lord intended. Why rush what can’t be undone? Why rush when he has had so little time to be a child?”

She rests her head into his chest.

He rests his cheek against her head.

“There are whispers that he approaches.”

“He has been approaching since before even we were thought of. What will be will be.”

They sit in silence and observe their son.

I will seek help from The One who knows all.” He gets up.

“Come, let’s join the others for prayer.”

He exits the room and heads in the direction of the house’s prayer room.





"And We have guarded it (the heavens) from every accursed devil, except one who is able to snatch a hearing and he is pursued by a brightly burning flame"

Surah Al-Hijr (The Rocky Tract) 15:18



After the sunset prayer, Abdul ‘Adl goes outside.

He stares at the sky.

The past few nights, there were many shooting stars visible to the south. There was however no activity tonight.

He was sure they were up to something, but what, was the question. He was about to return into the house, when he hears the soft rustling of dry leaves. Quickly he flicks the button on his wrist and a small ball floats into the air. He faces the darkness and says.

“Show yourself.”

He waits; the ball ready to strike.

Slowly a black dog emerges from behind the trees. It moves deliberately slow in Abdul ‘Adl’s direction and stops a few feet away from him.

It growls softly and bares its teeth.

Its fur was short on its body and it could hardly be seen in the dark. Its eyes were orange-red.

It stomps with its front left paw into the soft soil and growls more.

Show yourself,” Abdul ‘Adl says again, never breaking eye contact and ready to strike with the ball, hovering above his right hand.

The black dog howls and transforms.

I should have known it was you, Burhan.” Abdul ‘Adl lets the ball return to its holder and relaxes, only slightly.

“You know I am the only friend you have.”

Abdul ‘Adl doesn’t reply. Just keeps his gaze on his.

I’ve come to see if you have changed your mind.” He starts a slow pace from left to right, a grace to the way he moves, swift, secure, but as if there was no effort to it. He looks down for most of the time as he paces like this, only making eye contact when Abdul ‘Adl starts.

“I thought I made myself explicitly clear.” He seems almost annoyed having to say it.

Burhan turns and faces the trees, his back to Abdul ‘Adl.

“Still not convinced?” He says under his breath.

He turns and faces Abdul ‘Adl and glares at him.

I am firm in my conviction,” says Abdul ‘Adl calmly.

Burhan smiles and shakes his head slowly side to side.

It has been almost 300 years and still nothing has happened. Why do you do this to yourself? Look at the life you lead.”

“I am content. I have enough.”

Burhan shakes his head more.

You could be a god. Worshipped and adored by these véry, pathetic, apes you so love.”

Abdul ‘Adl shakes his head in disagreement.

All praise and worship is for Allah alone.”

Burhan laughs.

“You’re a fool.”

Abdul ‘Adl does not respond. Just stares at him.

Burhan paces again, his black cloak dragging in the soil as he moves. He stares Abdul ‘Adl up and down. Abdul ‘Adl was wearing a faded blue top that reached to below his knees and the same faded blue pants that reached to above his ankles, beneath that. He was wearing leather sock-like-shoes that were laced up, it reached high above his calves, covering the blue pants bottom. Burhan smirks and says again. “Fool.”

Abdul ‘Adl responds calmly. “You are the fool, for trusting, him. His words are only lies. Truth will never leave his lips. He was shown of the greatest signs and yet refused to believe. He is cursed forever. He calls you only to the fire.”

Burhan stops pacing and stares at Abdul ‘Adl. He focuses on his eyes.

“You’re so convinced about this aren’t you.” He wasn’t really asking. He just turns his back on Abdul ‘Adl.

Soon, you will get your wish.” He turns only his head and says with a smirk, “Death. Adios.”

He transforms into the black dog again, howls and disappears into the dark forest.

Abdul ‘Adl scans the forest a while longer, goes into the house, turns in the door way and scans the skies one last time. Only the white moon was there to bid him good night.

“May you be guided a right,” he sighs softly and closes the door.



Verily Satan is an enemy to you: so treat him as an enemy. He only invites his adherents that they may become Companions of the Blazing Fire.

Surah Fatir (The Originator) 35:6



Dad, why do we always bake cake on Justus’ birthday?” Asks Abdul ‘Adl’s eldest daughter.

Her eleven sisters raise their gaze in expectation of his answer.

They all seemed curious.

All of them were dressed in green silk dresses, with a gold embroidery finish. Their hair was in delicate net intertwined above their statuesque bodies. They all stood at least 6 feet tall.

Zahrah stares at her daughters and smiles. She knew what they meant. She also understood the reason behind her husband’s motives.

She gently caresses his cheek as she passes him and places more food on the dinner table.

Mostly beef bones.

To the sides, around the centre were lots of femurs, at least three dozen. To the left and right were a few tibia and fibula and right in the centre were many sheep ribs, carefully stacked on top of each other.

The only things that had color were the homemade candy bars, nuts with honey and the enormous chocolate cake that stood at the head of the table where Abdul ‘Adl was seated.

He kisses his wife’s hand as she takes a seat at the end next to him.

She was eager to hear what he would indulge them with.

He takes in her smiling eyes.

Memorizes it.

Makes sure to emblazon it onto a canvas somewhere in the room of archives lovingly devoted to his muse.

He smiles and turns his attention to his daughters.

He had twelve daughters, all of them beautiful, all of them capable and all of them devoted to his cause.

He couldn’t be more proud.

But to have a son, was always a longing he could scarcely hide, most especially from his beloved Zahrah.

The news of a son pushed him over the edge.

It is with this fondness in his heart, that he answers.

Cake is both an indulgence and an opportunity to mend bridges.” He takes three sips of water, holding the glass in his right hand.

He smiles at his confused daughters and adds.

“It is a treat for the senses and it can soften hardened hearts.”

With that, he gracefully gets up, gently kisses his wife on her forehead, bows to his daughters and leaves to the room where Justus was still trying to fit the silver ball into the silver sphere.

His twelve daughters stare at their mother confused.

She smiles.

Wise words from your beloved father. You be sure to remember them well.”

They were more confused than before.





“Dad, why do you never take me to the lands of Mada?” asks Justus as he was trying to fit the silver ball into the silver sphere. Every time he thinks that he has it solved, the balls just hit against each other and return to their original state.

Abdul ‘Adl smiles at the sight of his son trying to solve the mystery of the silver spheres. After almost twenty years, he still hasn’t figured it out and he didn’t show any sign that he was going to give up trying any time soon. Abdul ‘Adl’s smile however fades away just as swiftly as it appeared when he rests his gaze on the dark smog that smothered the lands of Mada, intoxicating everything that it touched. Nothing was immune to its cursed vapors. Trees refused to grow, the grass was brown and appeared as if it lost all hope, it all hung to the sides. Abdul ‘Adl withdraws his thoughts and brings them back to his son.

“The wrath of Allah is upon those lands. It is best to steer clear of it, my son. Allah’s wrath will envelop you if you tarry there, even if you were not guilty of the wrath descending there in the first place. It is not a place for us to wonder about. Not even if just to satisfy our curiosity.”

Justus puts the silver spheres in his robe pockets and stares at his father.

“Why did Allah’s curse descend upon the lands, father?”

Abdul ‘Adl gestures for his son to move and at the same time he flaps his wings and Justus gets onto Abdul ‘Adl’s back as he transforms into a big flying creature and they ascend into the sky. They turn and circle the sky a few times, Justus holding onto the leather like feathers of the back of the creature’s neck gently, but firmly. A few miles away from where the smog of Mada lay in wait, they descend. Justus jumps off the creatures back and Abdul ‘Adl appears again. Lots of papers lay scattered on the ground that blew from a dump quarry to their left. He picks up one of the poster size papers. His face immediately darkens with anger. He balls his fists, the paper tares slightly. Abdul ‘Adl relaxes his hand and gives the paper to his son.

“This is why these lands are cursed.”

Justus takes the poster from his dad and reads the words inscribed in white with the red background.

“No Mohammad, No Mecca...” Justus reads surprised and almost immediately, he recognizes the enormity of these words.

“They speak ill of our Lord’s beloved.” He says more to himself.

“Not only that, they make a mockery of him and try their utmost to do exactly the opposite of the message that he brought us.”

Justus immediately develops an intense hatred for the people of Mada and the lands itself. He always thought that they were perhaps just a bunch of rebels that preferred to live on the edge, but now he understood, that they were rebels against the Lord of the Worlds. And not only that, He was at war with them, because they were at war with His beloved. Justus didn’t know much, but he knew enough to know that you are only at a loss when your Lord is against you. He sighs and looks up to his dad.

“I don’t like it here dad, let’s go back home.”

Abdul ‘Adl turns, knocks Justus into the air and transforms, Justus opens his legs and his father swoops in beneath him and they ascend into the sky. The sun was just past its highest peak and the shadows were starting to grow longer. There was a chill in the air and something smelled like wood burning. A hot wave hit them from behind. Abdul ‘Adl flew faster and descended quickly, transforming into a white stallion with wings, that quickly disappeared, with Justus holding on to its mane as it raced down the hill towards their house. Just as they neared the house, it started galloping, throws Justus off and his father catches him in his arms.

“You got me.” He smiles as his dad puts him down.

‘You’re getting too big for me to carry you like that.”

They both laugh.

“What was that heat that came so suddenly?” asks Justus worriedly.

“Not sure, just a heat wave.”

Justus nods in agreement.

“Felt like the fires of Jahannam took a deep breathe.”

He turns and walks into the house.

Abdul ‘Adl ponders the words of his son. He turns and focuses on the lands of Mada.





“Your first change is the most important,” says Abdul ‘Adl to Justus as they sat at the top of the hill, overlooking their house.

Sit was not exactly correct.

Justus sat on his father’s lap, yes, but Abdul ‘Adl was hovering in a crossed leg sitting position a few inches off the grass.

Justus had grown much bigger; he was now nearly six feet tall, his body had a symmetrical build, was much more musculature, with wide shoulders. In spite of this, he was still much smaller compared to his father.

Justus kept staring into the sky as his father spoke. He was relaxed on his father’s lap and sat confidently with his hands free. There was a familiar support to the arch of his back and a lift of his feet as he sat almost on the edge of his father’s knees.

A position of unspoken trust.

I got you.

“How you feel that day, will affect your change,” Abdul ‘Adl continued.

Justus turns and faces his father.

“What do you mean, father?”

Abdul ‘Adl memorizes his son’s curious brown eyes. They filled him with love.

His son always looked at him with admiration, always looked at him with humility, and always looked at him as if only he existed. His son had the rare ability to make him feel as if he was the greatest person alive. A feat only rivaled by his beloved wife Zahrah.

He locks the memory in place by blinking once, slowly.

As he opens his eyes, he starts.

“Think of it like this, if you are happy and at peace, the change will be gentle and easy. It is a feeling similar to changing from comfortable shoes to no shoes. You only feel better and it feels right.”

Justus seems to comprehend.

“So if I am angry or sad, the change will be difficult and painful. Like being forced into shoes that are too small, uncomfortable.”

Abdul ‘Adl smiles.

“Right.”

He takes a deep breath and scans the skies. There were no clouds, only the clear blue skies that stretched high above them.

He ponders for a while and says.

“Our Lord gives us signs all the time, if we only know to reflect, Justus.”

Justus follows his father’s eyes and focuses too.

He smiles and confidently says.

“See we not how He has raised the heavens and keeps them up with no pillars to support them.” Justus looks at his father expectantly.

Abdul ‘Adl smiles pleased. “Yes.”

They both take in the silence accompanied only by the sound of a soft breeze gently stroking the grass.

“There is one more thing regarding the change you must never forget,” Abdul ‘Adl breaks the tranquil silence.

“It is probably the most important of all.”

Justus turns and focuses his gaze on his father’s eyes and face.

Their eyes meet and for a moment they are silent.

Abdul ‘Adl continues.

“Your mood will determine what you will change into first, and this first body, will forever be the base of all other bodies.”

Justus looked at his father as if he understood.

He closes his eyes and ponders this for a while.

“But Allah is merciful, remember that always.”

Justus opens his eyes and smiles.

Abdul ‘Adl smiles too.

Justus sits back up and stares out into the distance.





“Are you sure we are in the right place?”

Abdul ‘Adl asked as he scanned the room they were in.

“I can’t see any traces that anyone has been here. Are you sure we are in the right place?”

He asks again agitated.

Alone, here, was not ideal.

The lands of Mada were home only to those that indulged themselves.

If you were here, it was either that you had lost all hope or craved more than what you could ever bare to live with.

Only fools think they can bare it.

Thus Mada was known as the land of fools to those that fought against the resistance.

Defending the children of Adam.

The very ones, the land of Mada opposed.

Abdul ‘Adl scanned the room one last time, before going the way he came in and exiting the building.

He stares at the posters against the outside walls.

All of them the same.

He balls his fists, flaps his wings hard, ascending, and heads to the next building.

Abdul ‘Adl scans the building from the door way before he enters.

Satisfied that there was no one inside, he enters it.

There was nothing much in the abandoned building except for a few crates and lots of rubbish.

To the center of the room there was evidence of a fire.

He inspects it from up close.

The black ash was in a specific pattern on the ground.

He shakes his head disapprovingly.

He balls his fists as he gets up.

Before exiting the building, he gives it one last scan and leaves.

“It seems you were right,” says Abdul ‘Adl, as he approaches Abdul Razzaq.

Abdul Razzaq shakes his head in agreement.

“I am sure they are up to no good.”

They both stare at the posters against the buildings.

“May Allah forgive us.”

“Amen,” says Abdul Razzaq as Abdul ‘Adl turns.

He turns too.

“What are we going to do?” He seems agitated.

Abdul ‘Adl turns and faces him.

“We must intervene. If Allah so wills.”

Abdul Razzaq meets his gaze. For a while they just stare at each other.

Slowly he nods.

“May Allah protect us.”

I’ll race you.

They both flap their wings hard and ascend into the murky sky.





“How far did we travel?”

Abdul ‘Adl was slightly out of breath.

“This is about 315 miles from where we were. Everything points here,” says Abdul Razzaq with a smile.

“Took me ten minutes to get here and you almost fifteen, you’re getting old, old friend.” He also takes a few deep breathes to regain his strength.

“If it wasn’t for those interceptors, I wouldn’t have had to go the long way around,” says Abdul ‘Adl annoyed.

“They must know we are here. Better be alert.”

Abdul Razzaq nods in agreement.

They stand at the open door and listen.

With Bismillah, they both enter.

They scan the room.

There was evidence that someone was just here. There was a candle burning in the right corner of the room and some food stood on the square table in the left corner. A lot of Coca-Cola posters lined the left and right walls.

Abdul ‘Adl balls his fists.

They hear a noise.

Unable to say with certainty where it came from, Abdul Razzaq heads out the way they came in, while Abdul ‘Adl inspects the room more.

He went to the table.

The plate was filled with a fillet of fish and vegetables. It was untouched.

Water was boiling over the fire that was to the center of the room.

Abdul ‘Adl hears the noise again.

It sounded like someone was stepping on straw.

It was coming from the wall to his left.

He steps closer and listens.

There was definitely something next door. This room was definitely not accessible from outside, so he decides to enter it from a very small hole at the bottom left corner, by transforming into a snake. He slithers through the hole.


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