Whoever memorizes ten 'ayat (Verses) from the beginning of Surat Al-Kahf, will be protected from the False Messiah. If he recites them in every prayer after the final Tashahhud before ending the prayer, seeking the protection of Allah from the trials of the False Messiah.
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As I sat in front of my MacBook, wearing only my black Calvin Klein sweatpants, I felt cozy in the chilly March weather. My toned body was evident even under the dim light. A cup of coffee from Costa Coffee sat beside me, fueling my focus. Suddenly, my phone rang, and I saw my mother's name, Umma, on the screen.
"Hello Baba ka manta dani, baka koh kira ka gaishe ne koh (Baba you forget about me, you don't even call to greet me)," she said, her voice stern.
"Umma, ba haka...(it's not like that)," I started, but she cut me off.
"Yimin shiru (keep quiet), you're occupied with work, right? That's what you always say. You should get ready because you're getting married," she said, her tone firm.
"Getting married to who this time around, ni Umma ban shirya yin aure yanzu ba (I'm not ready to get married now)," I replied, frustration creeping in.
"Ohh, you prefer people to point fingers at me, saying I let my son roam around in a foreign country, to baka isa ka ba (you're too small)," she hissed before ending the call.
"Ya illahi Ya Allah, what's wrong with Umma?" I said to myself, shaking my head.
After hours of working on my MacBook, the Adhan start calling Magrib prayer. I closed my laptop and headed to the mini kitchen to wash my mug. Then, I went to the bathroom, did my business, and changed into a warm white Nike sweatpants and a brown Gucci body-hugging shirt, suitable for the chilly evening. I added my black Adidas sneakers, a Puma cap, a Fossil wristwatch, and grabbed my car keys.
As I walked out of the mosque after prayer, my phone rang again. This time, it was my sister Rahma.
"Assalam Alaikum Rahma, how are you?" I asked, answering the call.
"Yaya I'm fine, how's the UK and everything?" she replied.
"Alhamdulillah, Umma called me in the evening, she wants me to get married," I said, still frustrated.
"Yeah, she told me last week when I visited, I thought you were aware," Rahma said.
"I don't know anything regarding this marriage, ni na ce mata ina so inyi aure ne (did I tell her I want to get married)?" I asked, exasperated.
"Sorry Yaya, I also don't know what got into her, at least she should have asked for your opinion, but she's already planning things without your consent," Rahma said.
"Who did she want to get me married to?" I asked, curiosity piqued.
"I don't know, I asked her, and her reply was I should wait and see, she said she will send me to Dubai to get everything needed for the lefe, when the wedding arrived" Rahma said.
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