So long, my friend, we meet
again, after such long days we endured. It is within my greatest regret that I
should write such a peculiar letter; whilst knowing that any of us despise
criticism and prefer appraisal over anything. But, my friend, considering that
we do have a lot in common, I feel naught but to act in order to reduce the
discrepancies over unresolved matters.
My friend,
I acknowledge with fear the
presence of an unyielding need of fun beneath our fragile selves. That
mischievous creature is called lust , my friend, and it creeps deep in the
veins and engulfs the mind with uncertainty. Lust, as we call it, tends to
confuse us between right and wrong, it befuddles us with enthusiasm. Always,
when our eyes see something as infinite pleasure, we cannot stop ourselves from
conjuring it, we forget that we have a
bond and a contract with the Lord of the heavens and the earth.
This letter, I write with secrecy and
peculiar literacy , my friend, so none can understand but you, and you alone.
We were brought up in the same
atmosphere, my friend, the teachers know not but to care that we do not fall
into the deeps of hell. Fragile, we were , as kids, but them adults knew better
what they should tell us. Although I never met you before we have come to age,
I know with certainty of how perfect was the education of yours; although
probably in the early years. I've met the comrades of yours before I know you
my friend; my, they are the best men I've ever met, they walk upon this earth
like angels, they hold true to themselves and their identity.
Our teachers taught us with care,
that we should stay away from forbidden acts; and you know what that is. The
deeds of the Men of the West shall not be followed by any way possible, because
they are not us, they despise our religion, and they go against it. We were
guided with our prayers and our clean souls, that time when we were kids, far
away from all this ridiculous stuff. It was written in the Protocols of Zion
that man should fall to their lowest ebb, before they can be conquered and
overpowered.
"And never will the Jews or the Christians approve of you until you follow their religion. Say, "Indeed, the guidance of Allah is the [only] guidance." If you were to follow their desires after what has come to you of knowledge, you would have against Allah no protector or helper."( Al-Baqarah; 120)
My friend,
There might be a time when the
courage of Muslims fails, and the bonds between us break, but today is not that
day. It is never too late to look back and repent ourselves, as Allah is always
the most merciful. Oh to be young, and to feel the pleasurable pain of love. My
friend, should you happen to like a woman, you go and ask her hand in marriage,
and that will suit you best in the blessings of Allah. A gentleman like us does
not choose to frolick with women we love in public , like the Men of the West.
It is shameful that we happen to know that the act is wrong, yet we deny
it in our hearts and decided to go all
YOLO over it. Damn, my friend, dafuq happened to you?
Gallant were the ways of the Men of the West.
They fancy dancing and a bucket of
filthy ale. Their women dress in splendid glittering dresses which pronounces
their protruding youth and arouses every eye that sees. They know not that such
act is not allowed in our civilized society, so the blame should not be put
upon their unknowing shoulders. It is us who know and acknowledge the fact in
our daily lives. Our recitals and prayers should have taken care of us, but we
strayed way this particular time. I tried to stay put to my principles, and you
my friend, must follow me, because together we are strong, and together we
cannot go astray.
"And do not approach unlawful sexual intercourse. Indeed, it is ever an immorality and is evil as a way."( Al-Isra' ; 32)
My friend,
It is utter madness to say that we should follow the
customs of a country should we decide to
travel there. If I happen to travel to Japan, my friend, it is not of necessity
that I become a Japanese. I do not have to consume sake and dye my hair red. I
am who I am, a proud muslim, although that lazy part needs some repairing. Some
of us who would be learning with the Men of the West metamorphed into the
non-believers themselves. They found that the act to frolick with a girl
without the necessary bond of marriage is nothing to be feeling guilty of.
Bourbons and vodkas are enjoyable, they said. What the hell, I said. Oh the
might of true love, one might travel across mountains of ice and waddle through
seas of fire. Wait..Will you? Will you go through a hell of fire for that short
twinge of fun? Really? Is it really that exhilarating, my friend?
We will go old, wrinkled and
probably fat and saggy. So will be our wives of old, ugly they will be, for the
age of youth is short and temperamental. Let us not let our days be the days of
regret and despair, but let us make it the days of peace , where will feel
content of our youthful deeds. There are wars to fight, my friend, a nation we
can help rebuilt, and a Deen that we must live with, with pride and honour.
That, my friend, will not be done with
the acts of lovebirds.
Dear friend,
Let us not let the trinkets of
this world fool us and take us away. Life is nothing but a short getaway, where
we recollect ourselves with as much deed as we can. I love you, my friend, as a
comrade in battles that have yet to come, and because of that we must not fall.
There are promises we
have made before, my friend,
Never forget,
never forget.
Peace.
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