Abdullah is in the car with his boys~ they’ve been riding down the same block again and again; for them it was a typical friday night. He fiddles with the stereo wondering what his friends would think if he started playing Quranic recitation. It soothed him in the most darkest of times- he didn’t go out his way to listen to it but that one time when his little sister played Surah- Rahman on youtube; man that was enough to blow him away.
They’d laugh he thought, tease him endlessly they would. He knew exactly what his best friend Khalid would say,
‘Oryt Mr Molvi, you do all that dodgy business but now you want to turn all holy and that?’
~ Abdullah grinned at his mates messing about in the back seat, he puts on loud RNB music and the boys rapped along screaming through the windows.
‘You know what brav, play this chunnne at my funeral yh.’
Their laughter erupted but little did they know how true this statement become.
Aysha didn’t want to meet him anymore; she promised herself again and again that this would be the end.
Every time she saw him he had all the answers, all these plans, all these excuses.
‘I’ll tell my parents soon yeah? I promise babe I will.’
He always had a way with words and she fell for it every single time even though guilt would eat away at her the moment she went home.
She spent the night at his house and he convinced her to let him; he reassured her that she will become his wife anyway, that he loved her.
She asks him to drop her home after but he said the world cup was on so he half-heartedly kisses her on the cheek and sends her to the door.
She walks home in the dark clutching her coat tightly around her, she recalls what she did and she feels disgusted and dead, a part of her died tonight. She can’t breath when she realises she did the one thing she promised herself she’ll never do, she leans against a lamppost ready to be sick and then an asian boy runs past knocking her onto the road.
She swears at him but he can’t hear her. She can hear loud music as a car speeds towards her, they try and swerve away but the boys are drunk and out of their senses.
Musa is back on the streets, he promised his mum that he had gone on the straight and narrow but the street life is so addictive.
It’s not something you can just give up besides he’s got respect on the roads; that until he see’s some rival members in a car, they see him too no doubt and they speed up.
Their idea of a sick joke- chasing him and laughing.
Musa runs. No way is he going deal with them without his boys. He barges into an asian girl who’s leaning beside a lamppost and she falls onto the road. She’s saying something, but he can’t hear her over the music blurring out from the speeding car.
The tyres suddenly screech to a halt and the street lamp falls.
The lamp’s light dims to nothing, the sound of sirens approach 15 minutes later.
There are gasps of shock as the people start to come out of their houses, some trying to comfort their children from the horrific scene as others try to help revive the injured.
‘Pronounced dead on scene,’ the paramedic mutters.
‘How many,’ the police officer takes his pen out.
‘Well there was five in the car and another body of a young asian boy found a couple meters away and also the body of a young asian female..’
The residents gather around, shaking and trembling behind the police tape.
There’s no sound apart from a broken stereo’ replaying the track of an RNB song over and over again.
كل نفس ذائقة الموت
[Kulu nafsin dha iqatul mawt]
The death that we run from is eagerly seeking us. Every step we take it lurks in the shadows waiting for the moment that the Master of the heavens and the earth gives orders to seize this soul.
In that moment whatever you are engaged in sin or ibadah, every soul will return to his Supreme Creator.
What will our last moments on earth be and how will we spend them?
Tread on the earth carefully because it will seem like forever when we are lying under it.
Lying, tortured, screaming in agonising pain if the path we took in this is worldly life was of disobedience.
Every soul shall taste dead.