The Stranger!

[amatul_rahmaan]

The Stranger!

A few months ago before I was born, my dad met a stranger who was new to our small town. From the beginning, dad was fascinated with this enchanting newcomer, and soon invited Him to live with our family. Though His outside appearance was not attractive, the stranger was quickly accepted and was around to welcome me into the world a few months later.

As I grew up I never questoned His place in our family. In my young mind, each member had a special place. My Brother, Yusuf, few years my senior, was my example. Yasmin, my younger sister, gave me an opportunity to play 'Big Sister' and develop the art of teasing. My parents were complementary instructors - Mum taught me to love Allah Ta'alah, and dad taught me how to obey Him. But the stranger, who was our story teller, could weave the most fascinating tales. Adventures, mysteries and comedies were daily conversations. He could hold our family spellbound for hours each evening and would consume most of our times over the weekend. If I wanted to know about politics, history, or science, He knew it. He knew about the past and seemed to understand the present. The pictures He could draw were so life like that I would often laugh or cry as I watched. He was like a friend to the whole family. He took dad, Yusuf and me to our first major league cricket game. He was always encouraging us to see the movies and He even made arrangements to introduce us to several famous people.

The stranger was a constant talker. Dad didnt seem to mind, but sometimes Mum would quietly get up - (while the rest of us were enthralled with one of His stories of a faraway place) - and go to Her room and read the Qur'an. She would sometimes quietly tell us that the Prophet, peace be upon Him said: "The beauty of one's faith is shunning all non-productive activities."

I wonder now if she ever prayed that the stranger would leave. Yes you see, my dad ruled our household with certain moral convictions. But this stranger never felt an obligation to honour them. Swear, for example, was not allowed in our house, neither from our friends, adults or us. Our long time visitor, however, used occasional four letter words that burned my ears and made my dad squirm. To my knowledge the stranger was never confronted.

My dad was a teetotaller who didnt permit alcohol in the house. But the strnager felt like we needed exposure and enlightened us to other ways of life. He offered us beer and other alcoholic beverages often. He made fags look tasty, cigars manly and pipes distinguished. He talked freely (probably too much too freely) about sex. His comments sometimes blatant, sometimes suggestive, and generally embarrassing. He showed us how to woo and flirt with women. I know now that my early concepts of man-woman relationship were influenced by the stranger.

As I look back, I believe Allah Ta'alah's mercy that the stranger did not influence us more. Yes He was seldom rebuked and never asked to leave. More than thirty years have passed since the stranger moved in with the family. He is now nearly so interesting to my dad as He was in those early years. But if I were to walk into my parents' bedroom today, you will still see Him sitting over in a corner, waiting for someone to listen to Him, talk and watch Him draw His pictures and enchant His audience with His magic.

His name? You may ask.....








































Television.

[The Commodore]

I have read that before at some stage, but it was refreshing to read it again. It's a classic. Jazaakillahu Khairan

[amatul_rahmaan]

we eyakom. and it's tricky and does the job, i only realised that she was talking about TV when she was describing how this stranger is allowed to do everything that no one else can do.

i even laughed at myself because from the begining i was thinking how can this family allow a strange man to live with them when there's women in the house

[mousa]

we eyakom. and it's tricky and does the job, i only realised that she was talking about TV when she was describing how this stranger is allowed to do everything that no one else can do.

i even laughed at myself because from the begining i was thinking how can this family allow a strange man to live with them when there's women in the house

Dear brother,
At the first, God took me a spirit from the world and put me in the world, in which, Sheitan was living from the first day of world generation, my simple and weak spirit, against a cunning spirit of Sheitan, who can fight with the evil? Who can know him better me or my God? he is certainly my God.
But may I fight with Sheitan only by the God's advices in holly books? God was very kind to me and have shown me the way, but is it possible for me to go by my own feet? I could not. Even after more than 38 years old, I tried, but Shaitan is very exciting!!
If you ask a sinner he will tell you, that "I love my sins",
Yes my brother, we are too weak against the Shaitan, without helps of God.
Television is not the main factor, but I. It is not possible to break all televisions and nor close all clubs, but Quran tell us the best way to be powerful against Sheitan, see:

Then as for those who believe in Allah and hold fast (VAA- TASSEMOO) by Him, He will cause them to enter into His mercy and grace and guide them to Himself on a right path. Quran Nisaa (4) -175
But how I can do it? By broking the TV?!! Or close my eyes? No, I must be honest and confess that i can not control myself!! And I need somebody to help me somebody to do me a favor and give me a gift, like this:
<Is he who was dead>(just like me-mousa)< then We raised him to life and made for him a light by which he walks among the people, like him whose likeness is that of one in utter darkness whence he cannot come forth? Thus what they did was made fair seeming to the unbelievers>. Quran Al-Anaam(6) -122
If i could only have this "light", then the TV was noting for me and I was the winner against the Sheitan,
This is the only way for us to be one of the MOTTAGHIN.
God help us and blessed you

[amatul_rahmaan]

Dear brother

te ra ra te ra ra .... .... should i just pretend that i'm a brother

hmmm, well i can't because i'm a sister

te ra ra te ra ra. yea i know, i'm being silly and childish lately

[mousa]

te ra ra te ra ra .... .... should i just pretend that i'm a brother

hmmm, well i can't because i'm a sister

te ra ra te ra ra. yea i know, i'm being silly and childish lately

Dear sister,
Please accept my apologize, and let me now be your brother!
hope to see you
mousa