Make me or Break me…

Halima was a very sweet girl. She was very pretty, born into a family of 7 and was never out of people pampering her. She was the last child to bless the Mohammed household. She never collected things from strangers, knew very well her ‘please’ and ‘thank you’ and was always on time to say her prayer at only 5 years of age.

She was in her last year in primary school when she met Zainab. Zainab was older than her with 2 years. Halima had skipped some levels due to her intelligence. Zainab was everything Halima was not. She used to skip classes and spent most of her time in school in a restaurant opposite her school. She used up all her money then stole money from her class teacher’s bag and spent some more. Before long, Halima started taking things from cash in her father’s wallet to change on her neighbour’s table, to a necklace from her friend’s bag and books from her school library.

Halima went to high school and it was the same story, an earring here, a phone there, sugar from her dorm mate’s locker and lots of money from friends or foe. One thing though was that she was not stingy. She stole but was always ready to give… some sort of Robin Hood I guess. Her very good friend Hauwa did not pray and used to cheat in exams. At this point, she stopped saying her prayers or attending the compulsory Jumu’ah service. She still managed to make good grades…she really had the brains.

Then came University, she met Aisha. Aisha was a very sweet girl. a hijabi (was tempted to say modest Hijabi but I think the word ‘Hijabi’ says it all), never played with her prayers, was serious about her studies and Deen. She had memorised half of the Qur’an and went to Qur’anic school every Saturday morning for hifdh lessons. Then Halima dropped the jeans trousers, started covering her hair with a beret, then a scarf, then the abaya came next, finally the face veil. She started reading about Islam and memorising the Qur’an, learning Arabic and studying Tafseer (explanation of the meaning of the Qur’an). She got married to a very good Muslim and is an awesome mother to her kids.

So yes, our friends either make or break us. The same young lady who started out as a sweet little girl became different depending on who her friend was at that point in time.

The Prophet (SAW) said, ‘Your best friend is the one who: seeing him reminds you of Allah, Speaking to him increases you in knowledge and His actions remind you of the Hereafter’.

So…do we have as many good friends as we think?

Allah said in the Qur’an Surah Az-Zukhruf V. 67…

Close friends, that day, will be enemies to each other, except the righteous.

 

 

It is important we not only choose wisely but try our best to also be good friends with people. Help people get closer to Allah and Jannah, be it with our words or actions. May Allah make it easy. Ameen.

Thank you for reading and feel free to drop your thoughts.

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