Both Ahmad’s parents sat around his hospital bed as he lay there unconscious. Suddenly Ahmad’s eyes began to flutter, and then after a minute his eyes slightly opened. “AllahuAkbar! My son! How are you feeling?!” Ahmad’s mother asked as she bent over holding her son’s hands with hers. Tears began to roll down her cheeks. “…When I saw that car coming towards me…I thought that was it…I was going to die…” Ahmad quietly said. “How long were you waiting here?”

Ahmad ran down the road towards his friend Mo. “Yo Ahmad! Where were you?!” Mo called out as Ahmad ran towards him. “Ah! It’s my parents again! They filled my ears again with all that religious rubbish.” “Haha! Don’t they have a life? I mean, Allah says He is forgiving, so as long as we believe in Him we will all go to Paradise as long as we don’t harm other people!” Mo spoke without knowledge. Mo and Ahmad continued

Ahmad’s Father, Muhammad, sat at the breakfast table staring down, watching the steam from his hot tea rise up into the air. Ahmad’s mother, ‘Aliya, approached Muhammad and sat next to him. “My beloved husband, what makes you sad?” “It is Ahmad. I weep for him. I have had a hard life and never had the life of a proper child. I was brought up in sin and I wasted so many years of my life in which I could

Ahmad lay in his bed fast asleep. The time approached Salatul-Thuhur. Suddenly Ahmad woke up from the sudden shaking of his blankets. “Ahmad! Wake up!” His father called as he shook him awake. “For God Sake! Why? It’s only 1:00pm in the afternoon!” Ahmad called out as he stretched around to stare at his alarm clock. “It’s only 1:00pm?! Are you insane? Almost the whole population is out of bed, and you are acting as it is 6:00am!” His father