The Free Style Writing Challenge

 

  1. Open an MS Word document
  2. Set a stop watch or your mobile to 5 minutes or 10 minutes whichever challenge you think you can beat.
  3. You topic is at the foot of this post BUT DO NOT SCROLL DOWN TO SEE IT UNTIL YOU ARE READY WITH A TIMER.
  4. Fill the word doc with as much words as you want. once you began writing do not stop even to turn.
  5. Do not cheat by going back and correcting spellings and grammar with spell check in MS WORD (it is only meant for you to reflect on your own control of sensible thought flow and for you to reflect on your ability to write the right spelling and stick to grammar rules)
  6. You may or may not pay attention to punctuation and capitals. However if you do, it would be best.
  7. At the end of your post write down ‘No. Of words =_____’ so that we would have an idea of how much you can write within the time frame.
  8. Do not forget to copy paste the entire passage on your blog post with a new Topic for your nominees and copy paste these rules with your nominations (at least 5 bloggers).

Topic: TV

Ahhh TV, what is there to say about TV?!  I will say about tv what Allah said about gambling and alcohol, there’s little good in it but the bad most certaintly outweighs the good therefore it is important to sftay far away from it. Why do I say this? Tv is filled with shows that promote so much negative things. It promotes things such as foul language, obscenity, promiscuity and so much more disgusting things. Sure there are some educational programs that are good to watch sometimes, however it is one of the biggest weapons of the shaytan. I think TV especially when it had thousands of various channels should be kept far away from Muslim homes. It is dangerous for muslime children and muslim adults alkike. The only way TV is good is to use for good such as using it to watch good dvds or videos or educational programs and that’s it.

Number of Words: 154

Wow, let me just say that was definitely really hard! I don’t know if it was because of the pressure to beat the timer or what but my mind was blank for a good minutes haha! maybe I just got nervous or something. So that’s why my word count is so small :/

As for my nominees, sorry sis but you’ve already nominated most of the people I wanted to nominate! 🙂 we’re becoming a nice little community of bloggers here, love it!

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Five Days Challenge: Day 4

old manIt was a beautiful summer day when my friend and I decided to walk around the lake near our home several years ago. It was a beautiful lake with plenty of beautiful flowers. There were many people there and everyone was just enjoying the beautiful sights and the beautiful weather. My friend and I wore our hijabs and were covered up. After 30 or so minutes of walking around we decided to just sit on a bench and rest. As we sat there chatting away, we noticed an old man coming toward us. We didn’t know what he wanted or needed. For whatever reason, I thought he was going to start being rude or something.

I was pleasantly surprised when he finally reached where we were sitting. He greeted us and was so nice. He even gave us some nice chocolate and all three of us talked like we were good buddies. We talked about the weather, the beautiful flowers, politics and finally religion. His question as to why we dressed the way we dressed was what led us to the topic of religion. H asked us why we wanted to cover up when we are young and beautiful. “Don’t you want the wind in your hair and on your skin” he asked. So I told him that we covered up for a reason and that was to first and foremost obey Allah and secondly, to preserve modesty. Then he replied with another question; “What if there’s no Allah?” After that question, we spent nearly an hour just going back and forth with him about how Allah does in fact exist!

We would tell him one thing, he would reply with another question. And he kept asking question after question. Long story short, I finally asked him why he did not want to believe because he really didn’t have anything to lose to which he replied “I don’t believe in a God that won’t stop the suffering of the innocent.”  He then proceeded to ask us with the most serious tone of voice, “If Allah exists how come he’s not helping the poor babies and children who are getting killed for no reason every day? How come Allah is not stopping men from raping helpless women? Where’s Allah when all these atrocities are happening?!” He went on and on. The man’s heart was aching for the helpless and the weak.

Without shouting or getting angry, we told him that his questions were valid. Because this person was someone with no knowledge of Allah, of His attributes and power and wisdom, I tried to make him see things in a different way. I asked him if he ever went to school or had a job which and he replied, “of course.” I asked him if he just got his diploma in high school or college without ever being tested.  And he said, “No, that would be pointless then.” So I told him, this is also the case with Allah.

 He tests us all with different things, some war, some violence, some diseases and illness, some poverty and hunger, some childlessness etc. I told him that maybe those people that are suffering are being tested and if they stay patient through their suffering, Allah will reward them in the hereafter or even while they are still living here on earth. For the first time since our little debate started, he fell silent. After some time, he said that maybe I was right and that he’s never even thought about it that way before. That was the end of our conversation with him because we had to leave for salah Maghrib.

That man was 84 years old. From the short period of time we spent talking to him we learned a lot about him. He said he travelled the world and saw many interesting places and met many great people from various backgrounds and faiths. He spoke several different languages because he was educated. I mean I was impressed with how much adventure he had in his life. He even said he studied Islam at one point in his life because he just liked to learn something new. At 84 years old, he was walking and seemed to be enjoying his life. Sadly however, he was missing something important: Islam.

I don’t know if that man is still alive or dead today; I’m not sure if the encounter my friend and I had with him changed him in any way (I really hope it did) however, what his encounter did for me was that it made me more thankful to Allah—more humble—that Allah has given me the greatest of blessings: Islam. I would never trade all that he was given of this life for my faith.

Five Days Challenge: Day 3

pickup truck

July, 1999.

8:30 A.M.

Sami looked outside.  She quickly moved her hand away from the hot window glass. The sun was torrid. The trees were as still as statues.

It’s so hot! I don’t want to walk in this heat, she thought. 

Her mothers’ car was still not out of the shop yet so it meant another day of walking to school for 15 year old Sami.

“Mom, can I please just stay today? I really don’t wanna walk! It’s so hot today” sami yelled to her mother from the upstairs bathroom.

“You’re going to be late, get down here and get moving already!” her mother replied.

“But Mom…”

“Don’t even try it, OK!” interrupted her mother.

“You are going if it’s 100 degrees! It’s almost 9. You have less than an hour before your next class.”

“Why can’t I just stay, only for today mother? Please…I’ve missed my first class anyway.”

Her mother stood with one hand on her hip, holding the door wide open, motioning for her daughter to get out.

“Fine.”

Sami sighed as she came down the stairs and made her way out of the house. She dragged her feet as she left the house still mumbling something under breath.

Carrying a backpack that looked as if it was half her size, Sami headed in the direction of her school. It wasn’t long before small beads of sweat started forming on her nose and top lip.

After walking for a while, she paused for a moment and looked up at the hill. Her school was just a block down from the hill. Sami took off her backpack. Wiping sweat from her face, she started walking up once more, trying to move faster with each step she took as dragged her backpack on the floor. She was so focused on climbing up the hill quicker that she didn’t notice the slow moving car right behind her.

“Hi there, you need a lift?”

Startled and confused, she spun around quickly, nearly losing her balance.

“huh? What?”

“You look like you’re struggling to climb up this hill with that heavy backpack. Your school is that one down the hill right? Come’on in, I’ll drop you off right in front of your school. It’s only several minutes away.”

He waved with his hand for her to get into his white pickup truck as he drove slowly to keep up with her pace. He was getting closer and closer to the side walk.

Sami examined him closely; he wore black sun glasses that nearly covered half of his face. He smiled at her wanting to look more welcoming as she stared at him through the open window.

“Listen, I mean no harm at all. I just want to help you, OK?”

She sensed an accent she’s never heard before every time he spoke. Every word her mother ever told her about not going with strangers popped up in her head. She didn’t even know why she was considering going in that car with that strange man, but he drove so close to her she could almost feel the cool air coming from his car. She looked around the back of the truck to see if there was anything there but nothing. It looked like a brand new car.

She knew she was very close to the school but she was hot and tired and her backpack was heavy. Before getting in the car, she thought for a few more minutes.

My school is right here. He’s not going to do anything to me she said in her head

Without giving it another thought, she opened the passenger door of the car and went in. She didn’t bother to buckle hear seatbelt. She sat and looked at him as she closed the door. Panic hasn’t set in yet until she heard the doors lock automatically.

Oh dear God! What have I done?

It was only after she got in the car that she looked around the street to see if anyone saw her getting in the car. There was no one in sight.

“So, what’s your name? How old are you?”

“Sami, 15.”

She wanted to look calm and collected but there were all sorts of thoughts going through her mind. He kept looking at her still not taking off his sunglasses.

“Why are you dressed like that? Aren’t you hot?”

Her voice becoming a little shaky, she answered him.

“Oh…um yeah, I’m Muslim. I have to cover up.”

The only thing she noticed about his face was his mouth. He had small, yellowish teeth with a gap between his two front teeth.

“So that means you have to cover your whole body up?” he asked sounding a little surprised.

“But it’s like a hundred degrees out.”

“I follow Islam and that’s what my religion teaches. It’s for modesty reasons and to obey Allah…God.”

He was quite for a moment. Sami looked at the time and shuddered. It’s only been 2 minutes but it seemed like she was in the car for hours. She wanted to get out. She didn’t understand why he was driving so slowly.

Oh Allah please save me! Please Allah, please don’t let this man harm me. Ya Allah I will never again do anything like this ever again if you only save me this time.

Her hands were becoming icy from being so nervous. She didn’t know what to do with herself. She wrapped her hands around herself and moved as far away from the man as she could. She still felt trapped.

“Hey do you want a job?” he asked all of sudden.

“No! I mean, I’m only 14, I can’t work” she said, forgetting that she told him her real age earlier.

“Don’t you want to make money?”

“N-no thanks. Can you please drive a little faster? I’m late for my class.”

He didn’t ask another question but still kept casting glances her way. She couldn’t hide her anxiety any longer. She didn’t bother to hold back the tears from rolling down her cheeks.

At last she saw her school come into view and she clutched the door handle ready to open and jump out. He looked at her and saw that she was holding the door handle. He decided to drive right past her school.

“Let me out! You’re passing my school. Stop!”

She couldn’t control herself anymore. Real panic set in. She didn’t even know if he had a gun or knife. Sami kept praying and begging Allah to make him stop. The man just kept driving.

Oh Allah I need your help. Oh Allah please save me. What is going to do to me?! I’m so stupid. Ya Allah I will never again, please Allah please. “Hasbiyalaahu wa’ni mal wakeel!” she yelled.

She no longer talked to the man but to Allah, out loud begging Him to save her from the man’s evil.

The man looked at her and saw that she was saying something he couldn’t understand. She had her hands up with tears wetting her face. He was about 50 feet away from the school. Silent, he kept driving.

Suddenly, he stopped the car. Sami was busy with her own thoughts; she kept reciting dua and reciting Quran that she didn’t realize the car stopped. Thinking he was about to grab her, she jumped and pushed herself into the car door until she saw him hold the shift knob and put it in reverse. He drove backwards to her school.

As he got closer to the school he unlocked the car doors. Without waiting for the car to fully stop, Sami grabbed her backpack and jumped out. She ran as fast as she could to get away from him, still scared. She got to school but all the students were in class. She ran to the closest place she could find—the basketball gym. She kneeled and prostrated. Still sobbing, she thanked Allah.

Four days later

6:00 P.M.

Sami was sitting on the sofa doing her homework when her mother turned on the TV.  The local news was on.

“A 7 year old girl was kidnapped by a man believed to be in this white pickup truck yesterday morning while waiting for the school bus in front of her home” read the news anchor. Sami looked up as soon as she heard pickup truck. Her heart must’ve skipped a beat. She dropped everything and listened closely.

“Subhanlaah! Poor little girl, I hope they find her” said Sami’s mother. Sami was shaken up. Remembering the danger she put herself in, she nearly broke down in front of her mother.

“I’ll be right back mom” she said and went to her room. She sat on her bed.

“Alhamdulilah! Alhamdulilah! Oh Allah how can I ever thank you enough. I’m here because of your mercy and kindness. That could’ve been me. That really could’ve been me” she repeated, her eyes swelling up with tears again.

I’m inviting kelzbelzphotography for the Five Days, Five Photos challenge where you choose five pics, one each day and write a story about that pic; it could be fiction or non fiction. You can accept or reject.

 

Five Days Challenge: Day 2

The Journal“Come’on” she sighed as she waited to hear her sister’s voice on the other end of the line; but it kept ringing. “Hello, I’m not available…” she pressed the end button before hearing the rest of the sentence on her sisters’ voicemail greeting. “Great!” she whispered, trying not to wake the baby. She was actually going to try to tell her sister. She started to leave the room but decided to wait a little while.

She watched as her baby slept peacefully in her crib.  She watched with a blank stare. She didn’t smile. She didn’t look at her lovingly. She just stared because her mind was somewhere else. She was having the negative, nagging thoughts again. She couldn’t stop it. She was nervous and scared and tired of everything—all of it. She was so very exhausted and so very sad.

Maha started sobbing softly. As her sobbing got louder, she ran out of the room so not to wake little sofia. Maha rushed to her room and locked the door. She cried until her eyes were bloodshot red. She cried until her head hurt and her voice changed. She cried until her eyes burned and she thought she couldn’t shed another tear. Not knowing what to do or how to make herself feel better, she got her journal out and wrote everything in her mind.

I think I have lost my mind! I’ve been crying for the last 30 minutes and I just feel miserable. I hate myself. I hate what I’ve done. I am ashamed! I don’t know how I’ll ever face him.  

She kept writing until she heard Sofia crying again. She must’ve lost track of time.  She closed her journal leaving it on the bed and went to her daughter in the other room. She picked her up carefully and held her closely to nurse her. She wondered if she should tell someone about what was going on with her as she nursed her baby. No one knew about her secret. Not her husband, her aunts, friends or even her mother. She hid her emotions so well when around others that no one noticed how depressed she truly was. She was too ashamed and afraid of being judged if she told anyone.

Her secret was eating her up inside. It prevented her from enjoying life’s most precious moments. She felt as though she was just existing and not living. It was exhausting to be pretending all the time. Pretending to be happy, pretending to be enjoying her life.

“Asalaamu Alaykum, I’m home” said Salim as he looked around the living room for his wife and daughter. He continued to the bedroom to find only Maha’s journal in the middle of the bed. He thought for a moment as he picked it up. He put it down only to pick it up again. He wanted to know what was written in there. She’s always writing in there and she never lets him see it. Without another hesitation, he opened the journal and removed the pen that was in there. He continued to read it feeling nervous and guilty all the while.

“Subhanalaah!” he exclaimed trying to lower his voice and looked back to see if she was coming. He hurried to the door and locked it.He needed to finish reading. He wanted to know every sentence and every word in that journal.

He’s never felt so many different emotions all at once rush through his body before. One minute he was angry at her and himself, the next he was disappointed and frustrated. How could he have not known? Why couldn’t she trust him and let him know that she felt like this? Why?!

He was engrossed in reading Maha’s journal that he didn’t hear her knocking until he heard her yelling from the other side of the door.

“Open this door, now!” She banked on the door with all her might but he didn’t open. She feared the worst. With tears running down her face, she pleaded “please stop. Don’t read it. Just stop.”

After what seemed like days, he finally let her in while still holding her journal. 

She examined his face closely. He wasn’t only angry, he looked disappointed…hurt.

Without saying a word, she ran into his arms and cried like a baby. “I’m sorry” was all she could manage to say through tears and snot.

To be continued…some day.

Today I’m inviting Ismee Irm to the five days challenge! You can accept or reject:)

Five Days Challenge: Day 1

autmnWhen the leaves have not yet withered and their color not completely brown but some are still green and some have turned bright orange and red, it is a reminder that summer is leaving and winter is not yet here. The beauty of it all when the colors mix well—yellow, red and orange with a hint of green—is remarkably breathtaking. Then the leaves start to fall rapidly and they become crunchy. The children love to step on them, delighting in the noise they hear beneath their feet. I have to admit, I do it too because it’s fun. But besides the colors and fun of the fall season, have you ever wondered, thought about and considered the beauty Allah creates in the dying leaves? It truly is amazing.  

And withautumn-falling-leaf-3 Him are the keys of the Ghayb (all that is hidden), none knows them but He. And He knows whatever there is on the land and in the sea; not a leaf falls, but he knows it. There is not a grain in the darkness of the earth nor anything fresh or dry, but is written in a Clear Record-Sura An’aam, verse 59

 

Thank you and Jazaakilaahu Kheyran sister Indian Revert Muslimah for inviting me to this challenge! I’m inviting Riverpearl for this challenge. You can accept or decline, inshaaAllah!