How We Love To Talk

I was walking back home from Salah and I happened to see a young child of around the age of seven standing near a shawarma stall. But there was something peculiar about him that puzzled me to the point that I stopped to observe.

This cute little guy, in all the innocence that accompanied his age and pretty well dressed so he couldn’t have been poverty stricken, was pointing at a coffee seller, one of those guys you see walking around with a jug of coffee and some cups. This little child was pointing at the cups he was carrying and then pointing towards his mouth. He did this a couple of times whilst running around the coffee seller. It made me wonder why he wasn’t just asking for coffee since I was sure he could speak, but all that came out of his mouth were sounds like ‘aaaaa –aaaa’ while he kept pointing at the cups and then towards his mouth, back and forth.

That’s when I realized he was dumb, he was severely speech impaired.

At such a young and bubbly age, at an age when people like us learn to read and spell after having learnt the English Alphabet with precision, Allah Subhanahu wa Ta’ala did not facilitate this little guy from a blessing that we take for granted. Allah is the Most Just and He does whatever He Wills.

It made me wonder whether he will ever get his voice back again and enjoy communication that is one of the most powerful bonds between human beings. Did this child ever look into his mother’s eyes to say how much he loves her? (May Allah bless her for her patience wherever she is). I imagined the problems he might be facing at school. Will he ever be able to make dhikr of Allah and read the most blessed book on the planet that is the Quran out loud?

I was pretty sad at thoughts that kept rushing through my sensitive head but then I remembered a something that our Prophet Muhammed Sallalahu Alayhi wa sallam said.

Narrated by Sahl bin Sa’d RadhiAllahu Anhu :

Allah’s Messenger Sallalahu Alayhi wa sallam said, “Whoever can guarantee (the chastity of) what is between his two jaw-bones and what is between his two legs (i.e. his tongue and his private parts), I guarantee Paradise for him.”

Sahih Al Bukhari

Volume 8, Book 76, Number 481

I thought that this deprivation of his could be a means by which Allah wants to grant him paradise. This could be a mean for him to avoid the accountability we will all hold towards the use of our tongues which hold a very high place of responsibility like the Prophet (PBUH) indicated in the hadith above.

This deprivation of his could save him from all the useless speech, from all the ill talk, from all the gossip, backbiting and use of foul language that is done today without the slightest of worry. He wouldn’t have to be held accountable for any of this and perhaps it could save him form the hell fire and admit him to paradise.

But than what about us who have been given the blessing of speech? Is it really a blessing in today’s time I wonder? Will it really be helpful for us on the day when we will be held responsible for every single word that was uttered through our mouths or through our fingers on the internet or through concealed messages?

I leave you with an Aya from the Quran that we must all carefully reflect upon.

Allah says,

“On the day when their tongues, their hands, and their feet will bear witness against them as to their actions.”

[ Surat An-Nur : Verse 24 ]

And how we love to talk…..


Written by Jibran Asif Shareef





The heart gets weary.

The eyes are teary.

In Allah alone is the solace sought.

The madness is at peak.

The devils sneak.

With Allah alone is the refuge sought.

The world goes haywire.

It calls you a liar.

In Allah alone is the solace sought.

The evil leaps.

The truth leads.

With Allah alone is the refuge sought. 

Tranquility descends.

Mercy transcends.

In Allah alone is the solace sought.

Silence speaks.

Soul weeps.

With Allah alone is the refuge sought. 

The One and only, Allah.

– Written by Zahra bint Zaki


Why Can’t We?

In the Eid of the year 2012, I came across a little event that shook me to the extent that it will always remain as one of those clear memories we have of certain things.

I was late for Maghrib prayer and was scurrying along the way to the mosque in hope of not losing the congregational prayer. As I approached the masjid, I realized that the last rak’ah had already started.

Just when I was about to climb the steps to the entrance into the masjid, I heard a voice calling from behind me. “Bhaiya, zara madad kariye (Brother, please help me)”, the voice said politely. I was in no state to attend to the voices needs as I was already making haste to catch the ongoing prayer, but I just gave a glance over my shoulder to notice a man sitting under the shadows of a tree that made it difficult for me to see him. My first assumption (in the fraction of a second of time that I had looked at him for) was that he was a beggar so desperately in need of money that he couldn’t wait for the prayer to end.
I quickly made my way up the steps but he called again with an even greater politeness than before, “Bhaiya zara madad kardijiye (Brother, please help me)”.

Now helping someone in need is considered to be a great deal in Islam, or in any other humanitarian aspect for that matter, but here I was trying to catch a more important deal which was prayer. Even so, something at the back of my mind was telling me to turn around and attend to this man. I turned around to further notice that he was sitting on a tri bike, the kind of bikes mostly handicapped people ride. Could it be?, I asked myself. I gazed a little higher up and sure enough this man who was in a neatly dressed attire of an attractive kurta, a sparkling white cap and a well groomed beard, was deprived of everything beneath his knees.

My heart quickly skipped a beat at this point as I quickly understood what the man’s needs were. He wanted some help to get into the masjid.

I ran down the steps like a madman and, together with the help of another passerby, held this man from under one of his arms and climbed the steps. He told us to leave him outside the entrance to the masjid as he would be able to make the rest of the 4 – 5 meters left to the congregation alone and didn’t want us to lose our prayers because of him.

Alhumdulilah, we were able to join the congregational prayer before it ended.

But as I prayed, I couldn’t help holding back the tears that kept flowing from my eyes. I couldn’t stop thinking about how this man managed to face his life, how he was able to make it to the rest of the daily prayers everyday in cases where there was no one around to help, and yet this man managed to look so well dressed and happy.

After prayer, I along with a couple of other people wished him Eid and helped him back onto his bike. Along with unnecessary words of appraisal and much needed dua, he bid me farewell with a smiling face.

I walked back home knowing that it was Allah Azzawajal (All Mighty and Owner of Greatness and Reverence) alone who had made me available for that man. I looked down at my two beautiful feet that helped me walk briskly, effortlessly and without worry unlike that man. I wondered that this man was only one amongst the many people out there who are handicapped in some way or the other. Some whose dreams have shattered because of their lives taking a completely different shape and structure, simply because of the deprivation of legs, hands, eyes, voice etc. Basically, deprivation from the things we take for granted.

The lessons I took from this event were that we need to be a lot more thankful towards Allah Subhaana wa Taa’la (Glory be to Him the Most High) for even the things that may seem simple to some of us, but are a luxury for some others.

I thank Allah Azzawajal for the fine legs he has granted me, amongst many other favours, that allow me to walk to the mosque everyday freely and without the slightest of worry.

I pray for the Muslim brothers who have the luxury of fine legs too, but are ignorant towards using them for good and praying in the masjid everyday earning countless rewards that Allah wants them to have.

Because if that man was diligent enough to make it all the way into the mosque despite of having less than what we do, why can’t we?

Written by Jibran Asif Shareef

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