قال رسول الله صلى الله عليه و سلم : من
صلى علي صلاة صلى الله عليه بها عشرا.
رواه مسلم
The prophet Muhammad ( May peace be upon him) said : Whoever prays for me once, Allah will pray for that person ten times.
Ahmad's Pov
I had a hard day, it was a Monday, usually my busiest day of the week. My name is Ahmad Mansuur, I am studying Medicine in the Greenswich College.
My Dad, Al-Mansuur is the owner of the school but I didn't start my schooling there. I started somewhere else in Newyork, where I live with my Mum. My Mum, Maryam, is married to another man, Yahkub.
Both Mum and Dad didn't love each other since the beginning because their marriage was a fixed one. One of the disadvantages of fixed marriages. Dad let Mum go and she got married a year later to a rich business man.
Dad didn't marry again, probably because he had been very busy and didn't have time for marriage. Fifteen years of separation was hard especially for me, I was only six at that time.
I stayed with Mum most of the time till four years ago when I came to start college. I am in my fourth year, just one more year and I would be out of the college.
Mum has two more kids, Zayed and Khairat. I am older than them both but we got along well. I would protect them no matter what, they are my younger ones and I am their big bro.
They both are still in high school, Zayed being thirteen and Khairat is eleven years old. I love them both just like I love my Mum, Dad and Step-Dad. We were close with him though he was always busy.
It was ten at night, I was on my way home when I saw a little crowd gathered around at a corner. I caught a small glimpse of a girl's hand. I packed my car and headed to the direction of the chaos.
Getting there, I pushed my way into the crowd and saw a girl laying on the cold ground almost lifeless.
I quickly barked out orders to a young scared girl beside her. I said "Get her into my car, it's parked there. I will take her to the hospital."
The girl and another lady got her into my backseat, I thanked them and drove off to the hospital which belonged to my Uncle Zayn, my Mum's brother.
I arrived at the hospital, they knew who I was so she was taken in immediately. I waited till the Doctor, Miss Maigret, came out of the hospital room and told me that she was fine and would be discharged the next day.
I thanked her and made my way into the room. She laid on the bed breathing peacefully. Realisation hitted me and I sighed heavily. She was the girl I had been seeing at my neighbours.
I didn't know if she working there or stayed there. Mrs Suzan did told me she got a baby sitter for Drake. I guess she is the one. I had seen her two to three times on my way to college, she would be driving Drake to school.
I smiled softly, I checked my time and realised it was almost midnight. I walked out of the room and went into Doctor Maigret's office. I gave her strict instructions not to let the girl know who I am.
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MY DEEN...ISLAAM (Being Edited)
SpiritualI was one of them...one of those who mocked the Muslims in our school. Everything changed and I became one of those who were being mocked. I lost everything and everyone I loved but...I believed that everything happens for a reason. Assalaamu alaiku...