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|A wali of Allah (swt)|
|06/26/04 at 07:47:47|
|[slm] I took an instant dislike to him.|
This is a continuation of my friend's story:
A new member had joined our wagon. He was my exact opposite. Tall, huge, loud, noisy, social, opinionated and unorthodox, and meddlesome. I am average height, slim, soft-spoken, shy, always willing to see the other's point of view, but orthodox and prefer to be left alone and leave people alone.
Here was this guy, talking, talking, ...., and demanding response. Every day I had to put up three hours of being cooped up with him in a moving wagon. Half an hour of lunch, and any number of hours when our work or chance meeting in another office brought us together. Since we lived within a few blocks, we saw even more of each other.
Slowly, though, I began to see the good in him.
He baited people so they would think - preferably outside the box - and do something about the issues. Like me, he started out as a political Muslim, although he took part and leadership in social activities. But it was all for a purpose - for the Ummah.
He had three daughters when I first met him. The couple wanted a son desperately, and Allah (swt) would grant him three more daughters before giving him a son. Not that he loved his daughters any less for being female - far from it.
He was a giver. All the time, he was surrounded by people who wanted something, mostly money. He gave to his friends, to beggars, to anyone who came to him and told him a sob story, he gave. He even took the house-keeping money from his wife and give away to those who came asking for help.
"I cannot say no", he told me once, when I got angry with his stupidity.
All the money he brought from the UK, he distributed away like that. He sold his house, and the vultures were after him, and he obliged them. Fortunately, he bought a house here before the money was all gone. Then, his mentor persuaded him to let him invest a little money for adding a floor to his house, in return for a share in his property which was to be only so the mentor could stay in this city. The mentor was declared persona non-grata by the government, and the only way he could stay here and carry out his political activities was if he had a property here. My friend believed in his mentor's cause, so he allowed that. This was to cost him dearly. At a later date, when the two had fallen out, his mentor would drag him to court. The court decided in my friend's favor, but the shock of having to stand in court as an accused was too much for him.
Most of his friends and acquaintances were like that.
But before that, he tried to awaken this society, to educate it, to lift it up. If you remember the story I wrote about the women in the monsoon season, my friend in that story and this one is the same.
At work, he would always speak up for the small man, and thus earn the wrath of those above him, or the man whose cause he championed. People took advantage of him for that trait.
Once a peon came to him that he is being harrassed for saying his prayers. He did not clarify that there is a time set aside for prayers, and he was saying it in his duty hours. My friend wrote on his application: "who am I to come between a person and his God?" The comment found its way to the chief, who wasn't amused. Little things piled up against him, and the chief was very annoyed.
I had similar treatment from the firm, but there was a difference. He sought confrontation, while I had confrontation thrust upon me. It was easy for me to step back, and forget, because I am built that way. He couldn't take it.
As he fell from favor in the firm, his friends deserted him. He grew morose and ill, and suffered a heart attack. His smoking and eating habits were also contributors in that. He turned to religion. He read all types of Islamic literature. One of his qualities was that he was not a munafiq. He believed 100% in what he said he believed in, and he acted on it, too.
When his health broke down so much, one of our common friends (AbdS) suggested Umrah. I suspect that the said friend had his fare and expenses paid by my friend.
At the Umrah, my friend was very upset at the commercialisation, and the hotels and high rises, which smacked of the West. He articulated it in Mecca. When they went to Medina, he was advised by (AbdS) to keep quiet no matter what happens. Hecomplied.
After coming back from the Umrah, he saw the prophet (saw) in his dream. He told his close friends. (AbdS) told him this is what he had been praying for, and implied that he was already far too high in the scale of "waliness'. Thus AbdS convinced my friend that he had become a wali of Allah, and had been chosen for a mission, having become a part of the invisible God's government, headed by the prophet (saw). They tried to recruit me into that mission as my friend had seen me too in that dream, but while I had no doubt about my friend's dream, I was sceptical about the mission, and about AbdS. My friend changed. He first became a vocal opponent of the manistream scholars. Finally, much later, he fell silent about them.
He was advised to isolate himself for 40 days, and to do non-obligatory salah and say the durood during that time. At the end, he mentioned that he could now see things and feel what others could not. His body started to waste away, and he became incoherent at times. He became a prolific writer, writing in English on religious topics, on politics, on the Ummah, inviting the leaders of the world to Islam.
The loans he disbursed were never paid back, and when he needed a favor, no one was willing to oblige. Before the court case, he asked his friends to loan him the amount he needed to pay back his his ex-mentor, but every one had excuses. He tried to sell his house, and found a buyer, who was actually from the land mafia, and came to his house with his armed bandits. At this, when my friend had no one to turn to, he cried out to Allah for help, and the next moment the local FIA chief appeared at his door, and suddenly on seeing the mafia, said: you are all under arrest. The tables were turned.
This is the truth. Allah helped him at a time and from a quarter totally unexpected and unknown.
In the first Iraq war, he prostrated all night, every night, crying and asking Allah to help, and when Saddam was defeated, he fell further apart.
My friend was defrauded by almost every one, but he was miraculaously saved many times. He was in and out of hospital ever so often. His health suffered so much I stopped seeing him. I couldn't stand to see a man dying slowly.
He had dreams that came true. He said things that immediately happened, although the logical course of events was against that. Of course, not always.
Something happened a couple of years ago, and a sequel to that a few months ago, which reminded me of him.
He dreamt that those who had attacked his dignity were publicly humiliated.
It came true just recently.
Although he became confused in his beliefs, I think that he was one of Allah's wali. Any of his statements that are confusing, I hope Allah will forgive because he was not really in his senses when he uttered them.
may Allah grant him Firdawse a3laa.
btw: five of his daughters have gone on to graduation and beyond, and were very good in studies, and behavior. Four are now married.
|06/26/04 at 08:53:19|
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