All in the name of a new year

[Bint e Aisha]

ALL IN THE NAME OF A NEW YEAR

by Naadira Chhipa

Ink of Inspiration:

? Dressed in a black leather mini skirt, a shimmery silver top and Jimmy choo heels she is ready for the new years eve party at the hotest night club in town. How could she miss out on the most happening party of the year,on the most happening night of the year so she quickly covers herself up with an abaaya and hijaab before making salaam to her unsuspecting parents and rushes out the door as they think she is going for a sleepover at her cousin's apartment. She removes her abaaya and hijaab as well as her haayah as soon as she enters her friends car. The party was as awesome as she expected and after trying an attractive looking alcoholic drink or two she was ready to dance the year away. A few minutes later she passed out only to be woken up the next morning,in a strange car,next to a strange man, her clothes had been stripped off as well as her dignity. All in the name of celebrating the new year.

? A loving father purchases the lastest bike for his son as he was so proud of his achievements at school. He picked out a helmet in his son's favourite colour and engraved daddy loves you on it. He wanted to suprise his only child and called his beautiful wife to let her know he will be coming home shortly. As he was making his way home he noticed a few guys in the parking area starting their new years eve celebrations early by drinking beers and dancing. He ignored them and drove past.He switched on his favourite Surah Yaseen and was reciting it when a van came crashing into his car alas he did not return home but returned to his creator. The police informed his wife and now orphan child that their loved one was killed by a drunk driver. All in the name of celebrating the new year.

? A newly married couple are invited to attend a new years eve beach party with a group of friends and they decide to go. The cool colour co-ordinated couple sit together near a bonfire on the sea shore smoking weed with their friends and laughing the year away. At the stroke of 12 when everybody starts wishing each other a happy New year a friend who was high went too far by not only wishing the new bride but kissing her. This enraged her husband who was also intoxicated and a huge fight broke out,a trigger was pulled and she is now a new widow. All in the name of celebrating the new year.

? He is a young hafiz of the Quraan hence he was hesitant on going to his friends house party on New years eve yet he reluctantly agreed. He was feeling awkward as there were girls dancing provocatively. He was not familiar with any of the girls and asked his friend as to why he invited girls. His friend laughed and hinted that these were no ordinary girls. After having a glass of coke he decided to leave but he could not as he was feeling light headed little did he know his coke was spiked. All he remembers is waking up at 3am with a strange older woman in his arms and a few months later he was diagnosed with HIV. All in the name of celebrating the new year.

? Fomo-fear of missing out. We all suffer from fomo at times especially when shaytaan makes all things and events harmful to us look so glittery and attractive. New years eve parties are packaged to attract millions of Muslims as we dance to the tunes of shaytaan there are people that are being robbed of their loved ones, their dignity, their identity, their haayah, their imaan and even their souls all in the name of celebrating a new year and yet what changes after the countdown?

What changes after the clock strikes 12.01? Will it magically make you a better human? Does it promise you treasures or maybe a better life? Nothing and nobody miraculously ever changed at the stroke of midnight.

Rather create Fomo(fear of missing out) in your heart, mind soul with regards to your Salaah, zikr, the recitation and understanding of the Quraan as only Allah has the power to make your hour, your day, your month, your year and your life beautiful in this world as well as the hereafter. Your ultimate Fear of missing out: Jannah

May Allah safeguard us as well as our loved ones tonight and always. Ameen.

[Bint e Aisha]

The greatest night of the year for the believers is Laylatul Qadr, while the greatest night of the year for those devoid of guidance is the 31st December. The difference between how people spend these two nights and what they do in them, is like the difference between the heavens and the earth...

الحمد لله على نعمة الإسلام

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The Year End Party…

 

Sharifa gazed at herself in the mirror as she applied the final touches of make-up. A highly qualified Chartered Accountant, she remarkably climbed the corporate ladder in just a few years. She surely wanted her presence felt at her Company’s Year-End Function after all the CEO was flying in from the USA and she was to be seated right next to the local MD Mr William Cook.

The night had arrived and she wanted to be sure to cast off the stigma of being too “conservative and anti-social” as it tendered to hinder her career. That was precisely the reason she stopped donning her hijab(scarf) a few months ago. She felt that it impeded her progress. Tonight she was going to let her hair down!

She arrived in her latest BMW coupe scantily dressed, turning heads as she made her way to the entrance of the posh gala hall. Her perfume could be smelt a mile away. It was a night of glitz and glamour with many prominent socialites present.

Seated next to the MD Mr William Cook she listened attentively to some of the pre-party speeches, and the comedians were really hilarious. As William went to the podium to deliver his speech she gave him a supportive hug. Then there were moments of light entertainment before the actual bash kicked-off. William had been consuming alcohol and offered Sharifa a drink. She smiled and politely declined. Being brought up in a religious and conservative Muslim home she knew alcohol was a no no!

Sharifa was climbing the corporate ladder really fast and wanted to reach the top, irrespective of the cost. She was passionate about her career. It came well before her husband, baby and religion. Her baby was in a day care centre. Being at the top was her clear ambition. It was William’s approval and signature that she urgently needed to move to the next tier.

A party atmosphere erupted in the room and the music blared out causing even the spoons to vibrate. William was soon completely inebriated and started losing himself. William again offered Sharifa a drink of wine. She thought for a moment and said to herself “its just one glass and it will definitely not make me drunk and to refuse will be indeed so anti-social.” She took the tall wine glass smiled and slowly sipped as the party fever raged.

It was now close to midnight. She faintly heard her mobile ring. Over 7 missed calls from her husband. She honestly thought she will call back when things are a bit quieter and relaxed. Her husband, as was now a custom, stayed at home to look after their cute little baby Fatima. He never really approved of attending parties, not that Sharifa cared.

William insisted that she have a little more. She responded “ok just a little more”, can’t do much harm she thought. Being a teetotaller, in a short while the wine completely intoxicated her and now lost control of herself and behaved like a party animal responding to William’s passionate and intimate moves…

Soon they were on their way to William’s car where he promised her the most memorable romantic moonlight drive. He stopped the car at a nearby park where he made very intimate passes and touched her at places she knew was so incorrect. She was now a bit more sober and began to realise her folly. As he tried to kiss her passionately she pushed him away. He was deeply angered and in a fit of fury, started the car, driving recklessly like a maniac. He now appeared to be the devil incarnate. Swearing and cursing her. He failed to stop at the traffic lights. She begged him, implored him to slow down but he became more rebellious and aggressive. Reeking of alcohol and completely drunk, he now drove even faster. He had no control over both the car and himself. She began to cry…

He swerved into the opposite lane and there was a huge bang… there were definitely two cars involved…it seemed the world had come to an end…she heard voices.

It was now well past midnight. Good Samaritans ushered around them trying to pull them from the wreck. She heard one saying, “ Oh no in the other car the driver is crushed to death!”

Then came the sound of sirens. Breathing became difficult. The fire fighters and paramedics huddled around her and frantically applied device after device. ‘She’s not gonna make it,’ she heard one of them saying. Her heart started pounding. She was soaked in sweat and blood. William lay motionless beside her, his head crushed.

Her voice uttered some feint words of regret as she was mounted onto a stretcher waiting to be loaded into the ambulance. She so regretted, but there was no way the damage could be undone.

For a moment her eye caught a final glimpse of the other car in the crash. It was her husband’s car severely smashed…and beside it laid his dead body. She heard an emergency service worker screaming, “we still need to remove the baby from the wreck”. She was quite sure, due to his compassion and caring nature he was deeply concerned and came to see if she was indeed ok as she did not answer her mobile.

She shrieked and wailed, “Oh Allah what have I done?”…her mouth smelling of wine and her body stained in blood she gasped and breathed her last…

The lessons to be learned are so many but most important of all is, to live in this world as if you are going to die today!

It’s better to be tagged “anti-social” and “nerd” than allow our colleagues, ambitions and careers to sway you into such deeds that will destroy and harm us and our families both in this temporary world and more so in the everlasting life of the hereafter.

*The Fear of Allah and good conduct leads to Endless Hope…While sin and vice leads to a Hopeless End!*

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[Bint e Aisha]