Hakeem's Phone-Call

“Assalamu alaikom Hakeem, tell your sister Sophia that her dad and I will be back to pick her up for the parent-teacher conference at her school, inshALLAH”

“Okay mom, I will let her know. I love you and…”


The phone-call was interrupted with the sound of screams and pleading of help

Cars honking and the sound of people yelling

Sophia running into the house to show her friends the newest pair of shoes she got on sale at the mall.

Hakeem stands there between life and death.
Understanding that his parents had just been the victims of a car accident as the lifelessness of his mother on the other end haunts him

Sophia stops and look at her brother to see tears racing down his eyes and meeting his beard.

The phone in which Hakeem held up to his ears had
dropped as the screams of the people yells through

The taste of bitterness meets his lips and he mumbles and he stumbles and he cries out
“To Him we came and to Him we return”

Sophia shakes her brother and ask what he meant and why he would say that

Hakeem stood there limp and weak
Weak and limp

His voice quite couldn’t reach his lips
His eyes quite couldn’t meet the eyes of his sister that would be without parents

Sophia’s phone rings
and it rings
and it rings
The ringing became just a distant sound to Hakeem

He stood there in silence
Mumbling the du’a over and over again
Placing his hands towards the sky and knew that this was the nightmare he wasn’t prepared to have or go through
He raced to Sophia’s phone to answer while she stood there in her own world confused by her brother’s expression

“Is this Hakeem?”
“This is the police calling to say that your parents were involved in a fatal car-accident and there has been officers dispatched to your home”
“Are my parents okay?”
“I’m sorry for your lost.”

The phone in Hakeem’s hand became heavy like the
weight of the world upon his shoulders
His tears gushed forth
He tongue lost all movement
He fell and the voice on the other side of the line asked if he was okay
Hakeem fainted

Sophia screamed out for her brother and heard a voice on the other end of the phone yelling to see if everything was okay

“My brother just fainted. Please help”
“Ma’am, who is this?”
“My brother’s sister”
“Hakeem’s sister?”
“Yes, who is this?”
“This is the police”
“The police?”
“Yes! Your parents were involved in a car-accident.”
“What do you mean?”
“There should be police-officers on their way to speak with you and your brother. I will notify 911 to send over an ambulance for your brother”
“I don’t understand. Are my parents okay?”
“They are no longer with us, ma’am”
“My parents…are dead?”
“Yes ma’am, they were killed by a drunk driver”

The knock at the door became faint and cold
Hakeem sat there motionless
She sat there next to her brother asking her Lord to
help her and to help her brother
For after today their lives were never going to be the same
She remembered the words of her Lord and recited
“O you believe! Intoxicants and gambling, sacrificing to stones, And (divination by) arrows, Are an abomination of Satan’s handiwork. Eschew such (abomination), that you may prosper. Satan’s plan is (but) to excite enmity and hatred between you, with intoxicants, And gambling, and hinder you from the remembrance of Allah, and from prayer: Will you not then abstain ?Obey Allah and obey the Messenger, and beware (of evil). If you do turn back, know you that it is Our Messenger’s duty to proclaim (the Message) in the clearest manner. ” 5:90-92


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