Assalamualaikum everyone, please see a nice resource for you all to consider using during your time with your children this Ramadaan!
Shaikh Sajid Umar
Assalamualaikum everyone, please see a nice resource for you all to consider using during your time with your children this Ramadaan!
Shaikh Sajid Umar
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Shaikh Sajid Umar
Children’s Islamic Education Resource – Ali & Sumaya Islamic School
Assalamualaikum everyone. Many of you write in asking me for interactive programs for our children related to Islamic Education for children.
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Yusuf ‘Alaihissalam [The Special One-Part 2]
“Aminah, did you know, Yusuf (AS)’s older brothers threw him in the well, and went back to their house and told their father a lie, that a wolf had killed him.”
Abdullah continued to narrate the story of Yusuf (AS) to Aminah as they both sat in their comfortable room, eating marshmallows served with hot chocolate. Nearby, Ummi sat reading a book, whilst sipping on a cup of freshly brewed green tea at the house balcony.
The Dark Well
“So then, Yusuf (AS) ran and screamed as he was thrown in the dry well and none of his brothers came to rescue him. He was alone in the darkness of the well.”
“Wow.” replied, Aminah. “I’m trying to imagine how it must have felt to be in the bottom of a dark hole.”
“How do you think he was feeling, Aminah?” Abdullah asked and then popped a marshmallow into his mouth.
“Hmm..’ Aminah put on her thinking face. “He must have felt really cold, hungry, scared, alone, afraid.. actually terrified.”
“Yes, Aminah. But you know what is amazing, he put his trust in Allah, and sought the help from Almighty Allah.” Abdullah added.
“It was at this time Yusuf (AS) knew he has one God who will never fail him. His brothers were not his true helpers. The true helper was Allah, the Lord of the Kingdom.”
“Abdullah, Aminah!” Ummi called out from the balcony.
“Yes, ummi.” they both replied.
“Abi will be home soon. I need you to help me cook, please.”
“Sure!” Aminah, replied.
“Oh man.” Abdullah sighed. “But we were in the middle of a story.”
“That’s okay.” Ummi walked over. “You can always continue the story in the kitchen.”
Abdullah still didn’t look impressed.
“What are we cooking, Ummi?” Aminah asked excitedly.
“You and Abdullah will be making nutella stuffed french toasts whilst I will cook the main dish, chicken fajitas.”
“DELICIOUUUUSSSS. I can’t wait to eat it!” Aminah was jumping up and down out of joy. She loved chocolate.
A few minutes later, everyone was in the kitchen. Aminah was cracking and whisking eggs whilst Abdullah melted the butter.
“Abdullah…” Ummi took off her oven glove. “Do you think Yusuf (AS) brothers were intelligent as they had the most brilliant ideas to make Yusuf disappear from his father’s sight?” Ummi asked thoughtfully.
“Umm,I don’t think so. Ya’qub (AS) was a prophet of Allah, their ideas would not be a clever escape, the truth would always prevail. Allah would certainly guide Yusuf (AS) and his father from their difficulties. Also, throwing someone in a well is not an intelligent thing to do.” Abdullah answered to Ummi’s captivating question.
“You’re right, Abdullah.”
“Could you recite the first 5 verses of Surah Yusuf, please? You were supposed to memorise them this week.”
“Ummm..” Aminah bit her lower lip. “I…I didn’t memorise, Ummi.”
“Oh, but you told me you did.”
Abdullah looked at his sister in dismay.
“Umm, I.. umm… lied, Ummi.” tears began to fall from Aminah’s eyes. She was so upset with herself that she unknowingly dropped a whole egg on the floor.
Ummi hurriedly grabbed the cloth from the sink and began wiping the trickles of egg yolk that were falling from the counter.
Aminah ran off in anger.
After Ummi and Abdullah had cleaned the mess from the floor, they went to check on Aminah who had plunged herself onto the couch and was still weeping quietly.
“Oh, Aminah.” Ummi began. “Please don’t beat yourself up. When you make a mistake or commit a sin, you immediately ask for forgiveness and then learn from it so you don’t fall into it again, right?”
“Yes, Ummi.” Aminah said through sniffles.
Abdullah’s face lightened up. “The brothers of Yusuf (AS) told a lie to Yaqub (AS) and it wasn’t an intelligent thing to do…”
“- But” Ummi raised her eyebrows at Abdullah.
“Adam (AS) and his wife also made a mistake when they ate from the forbidden tree, yet when they turned back to Allah, he forgave them.”
“Oh, oh.. and later on in the story of Yusuf (AS), the brothers were forgiven by Allah for their mistakes and sins that they had committed earlier on in life.”
“Exactly.” Ummi said.
Aminah sat up. “O Allah, forgive me for lying like you forgave the brothers of Yusuf (AS) and Adam (AS).”
“Ameen!” Ummi and Abdullah said in unison.
“Now… Abi wil be home in five minutes, whilst we wait, who wants to read some Surah Yusuf?”
“Me!” Aminah said gleefully.
“Me too.” Abdullah followed.
“Surah Yusuf…”Abdullah whispered to himself in excitement. He placed the Qur’an slowly on his lap and turned the pages till he reached the twelfth chapter. The story of the Prophet Yusuf was mentioned in the glorious Quran and it was a story that always left him smiling and teary-eyed.
Abdullah always wondered why Yusuf ‘alaihissalam was very special. So special that his name was mentioned in the Quran and an entire Surah had been named after him. He thought Abi had selected a beautiful name for his brother, Yusuf.
Abdullah asked his mother about it.
“Ummi, why is Yusuf so special that Allah named a Surah after him?”
“Ahh..” Ummi replied. “Well, let’s read this Surah together, maybe we could find out.”
“Alif-Lam-Raa..” Ummi recited it with a melodious tone.
Ummi and Abdullah continued reading it until they reached the end of Surah Yusuf.
“You know Abdullah, this story was related to Prophet Muhammad ﷺ as the best of stories in the Quran when he was going through a lot of difficulty. So this Surah was sent down to comfort Prophet ﷺ and his companions.”
“What were the difficulties, Ummi?”
“The Muslims were getting tortured by the enemies of Islam, the Prophet ﷺ lost his dearest wife Khadijah (r)…” Ummi said in a low and sad voice.
“SubhanAllah, the Prophet ﷺ must have been really upset.” Abdullah said with a sadly..
“Yes.. but he was also very patient and trusted Allah.”
“The Quran said it clearly it is the the best of stories and true inspiration for Muhammad ﷺ and his followers”, Ummi explained.
Abdullah read a story from one of his collections as he took from his well-arranged bookshelf in which he recently bought in a school Bazaar.
“Okay Ummi, here goes the story”, Abdullah said looking thrilled to read them.
Yusuf & His Brother
“Yusuf (‘alaihissalam) had ten half-brothers from another mother, his real younger brother named Benyamin was from the same mother. His father, Ya’qub (‘alaihissalam) was a wise and noble man and treated his sons equally. Ya’qub was commanded by Allah to teach Islam to his tribe”, Abdullah read it in a loud voice so maybe he could catch his brother Yusuf’s attention next door.
“Ya’qub (a.s) loved Yusuf (alaihis salaam) so dearly for his soft and kind nature”, Abdullah said.
“It started when he was very young, he lived near Jerusalem; he was thrown in a dry well by his elder brothers due to jealousy and they plotted an evil plan against him” Abdullah said.
“So Ummi, Yusuf (‘alaihissalam)’s brothers were jealous of him and hated him?”, Abdullah was puzzled.
“But, he was a young boy. That was so mean!” Abdullah exclaimed.
“It is a human weakness to portray jealousy but we should not let jealousy overtake and poison our hearts, we should say ‘Alhamdulillah’ when we see goodness in someone or if Allah has favoured a person in wealth, intelligence or beauty. But we do not allow the seed of jealousy to grow in our hearts because it’s truly a dangerous feeling”, Ummi said to caution us from harbouring any ill-feelings towards anyone.
Yusuf & His Dream
“Yusuf (‘alaihissalam) was a loving, kind and gentle boy. One day, he had a dream; he dreamt of eleven stars, the sun and the moon were bowing to him. It was an unusual dream for him. His father Ya’qub ‘alaihissalam knew there lied a great and promising future for his little son”, Abdullah continued and paused a moment.
“Ummi, that’s a strange dream to dream of the moon and stars prostrating to him”, Yusuf came into the room and listened to his brother Abdullah narrating the story.
“Yes, Yusuf ‘alaihissalam could teach to interpret dreams, his dream of the sun, the moon and eleven stars was a sign of prophecy and to reach a high rank and status despite of him being sold as a slave at a very young age”, Ummi said.
“Oh! My name, my name!” Yusuf was excited to hear his name mentioned over and over again, he was proud to carry the name of the amazing Prophet Yusuf (May Peace be Upon Him)..
“Hey Yusuf, you should be a great example okay”, Amimah said cheekily.
“Yusuf (alaihissalam) was a handsome and an intelligent boy”, Ummi said.
“I can relate to this, that’s why I am a striking handsome gentleman, you see Aminah”, Yusuf said to Aminah and stroke his hair and giggled.
“Handsome is the one who has great character not just by the looks”, Aminah gave a powerful statement for she had seen many people who has the beauty or looks but lack good morals and character.
“Yusuf ‘alaihissalam was special, he was not only handsome but he was a smart boy” Abdullah said.
“May Allah grant you good traits just like the Prophet Yusuf (‘alaihissalam)”, Ummi said to Yusuf.
‘I’ve had many many many dreams but I don’t know what is the meaning behind it”, Yusuf said in a confusing manner.
“Is there an interpretation to our dreams?” Aminah said in a curious tone.
“Yes, Aminah. There are interpretations to some dreams in accordance to the Quran and Sunnah. A good dream is from Allah and evil dreams are from Shaitan”, Ummi said to Aminah.
“Dreams can come true it can be a sign of comfort, relief and a good news to be discovered”, Aminah was overwhelmed and excited as she has seen a true dream before.
Jealousy and revenge
“Ya’qub warned Yusuf ‘(alaihissalam) not to share his dreams from his wicked brothers, but he was an innocent child and narrated his vision like any happy child”, Abdullah said.
“They were jealous that their father Yaqub ‘alaihissalam favours Yusuf over them and they felt they were more stronger than Yusuf ‘alaihissalam so they planned to kill him or throw him in a far away place…” Abdullah jumped on his bed as he continued the story.
“One of his brother had a soft spot though, he said do not kill him, but let’s throw Yusuf in a dark well and a caravan will take him away”..
“They all agreed to the idea…Ya’qub alaihissalam was reluctant to allow his children the next day as they plotted the evil trick to their father so they could get the attention from Ya’qub alaihissalam.”
“They would say, “Surely, our father is clearly wrong”…
“They, then plan to go out for a hunting trip outside their village and said to their father they would take care of Yusuf ( ‘alaihissalam) as they wish to play and enjoy themselves and assured him with their words.”
“However, Ya’qub ‘alaihissalam said a wolf might come and eat Yusuf (alaihissalam) while they were off guard”.
“They persuaded their father and said they were strong grown-up men, and it would be a shame for them as they were many of them, they will die before the wolf could eat Yusuf”..
‘So, these ten brothers thought they could repent, kill Yusuf (‘alaihissalam) ,do whatever they like and then ask forgiveness from Allah.”
Aminah was shocked to hear the struggles and fears which Yusuf (‘alaihissalam) would experience later on.
However, she couldn’t wait to hear about the events that unfolded in Yusuf (as)’s life. They were only at the beginning of the story yet she had already learnt so much…
What do you learn from the beginning of Yusuf (as)’s story? Share the gems below! Also, don’t forget to download, print and fill out the worksheet attached. 🙂
“Mmm.. The food is just wonderful, Auntie Asma,” Ahmed said taking his first bite of the Chicken Tikka. “And, thanks for inviting me over, Abdullah.”
“Ahhmmeed, you are like my brother, you’re free to pop in anytime…”
“Brother from another mother!”, Abdullah joked and said it in such a tone, it sounded like he was rapping.
“…Or a brother in Islam,” Ahmed grinned.
“See, that’s what I mean when I say Islam is a beautiful religion.” exclaimed Abdullah.
“What do you mean, Abdullah?” Ahmed asked curiously.
“It even makes your best friend your brother!” He said gleefully.
“True, SubhanAllah.” Ahmed replied whilst nodding his head in agreement.
It was sunny Sunday afternoon. Abdullah had invited his best friend Ahmed over to his house, so they could play cricket together, pray together and then visit Uncle Ali to help him out in his grocery store.
“Abdullah, will you be going to the store?” Ummi asked.
“Could you please get these things for me?”
“Jazakallahu Khayran, boys. I’ll just get back to work.”
“But, just make sure to look right and left before crossing the roads, okay?” Ummi continued. “Fee Amaanillah, children!”
Abdullah and Ahmed walked to Uncle Ali’s grocery store. Abdullah made sure to look left and right before he crossed the roads – just as Ummi had told him to do.
“Assalamu Alaykum, Uncle Ali!” they greeted cheerfully.
“Walaykum Salaam, kids! How are you doing?”
“Alhamdulillah! We are doing good, Uncle Ali. How are you?”
“Alhamdulilah, I’m good in the hood!”
The shop looked a bit crowded. Uncle Ali was quite old and active yet needed assistance to manage a busy shop.
“Uncle Ali, yesterday we had a basketball tournament at school, and my team won the game alhamdulillah!” Ahmed exclaimed.
“That’s wonderful, maa sha Allah! Mabrook.”
Meanwhile, Abdullah noticed a little girl picking up a chocolate and placing it in her pocket. He remembered the saying of Allah (Subhanahu wa ta’ala) mentioned in the Qur’an about enjoining good and forbidding evil. Yes! That was the verse the teacher at the weekend school had explained to them about, he thought.
“Hello, little girl.” Abdullah said smiling.
“Hellloooooo!” the little girl giggled as she replied.
“I’m Abdullah! What’s your name?”
“I’m Alia, the princess,” the little girl, who looked around 5 years old, replied.
“Okay princess Alia, is it good to take the chocolates from the rack and keep it with you?”
The girl looked shocked.
“How did you know?” the little girl asked curiously.
“My name is pwincess Aliaa”,screamed out the little girl.
“Well princess Alia, even if I don’t know or I didn’t see you taking it, Allah is always watching you, the angels are recording as well.” Abdullah explained.
“Oh!” the little girl said wide-eyed. “Is Allah everywhere?”
“No little princess, Allah is above His Throne.”
“Okay, but is He watching me always?” asked the little girl curiously.
“Yes, he is”, Abdullah replied.
“Oh no! So He knows that I took the chocolate?!” the little girl asked in astonishment.
“Yes, Princess Alia!”
“I’m sowwy, Allah.. Please do not punish me, please forgive me.” The little girl held her two tiny hands together as she earnestly prayed to Allah with a sad face.
“Don’t worry, Allah is the Most Forgiving!” Abdullah said.
Abdullah smiled and stood there wondering how innocent and cute little kids were, how much they feared Allah and His punishments.
“Who is this little girl over here, and why is she so sad?” asked Ahmed interrupting Abdullah’s thoughts.
“That’s a long story. Perhaps, I could share it with you at home!” Abdullah said.
“Let’s clean up the mess at the corner and then leave home.” Ahmed told Abdullah as he noticed lots of papers and boxes lying on the floor at the corner of the shop.
“Ah, yes. Let’s go.”
Ahmed and Abdullah cleaned up the mess. Uncle Ali watched them cleaning up the entire mess and felt so happy. No one in the city would bother to volunteer other these two boys.
“Thanks boys, It means alot to me.” cried out Uncle Ali.
“Its our pleasure to help you, Uncle Ali.” Abdullah said.
“By the way, Ummi wanted a few things from the store!” continued Abdullah as he handed over the list of grocery to Uncle Ali.
“Just a minute boys. I’ll get you the grocery.”
“Here is the grocery, boys” Uncle Ali said handing the bag to Abdullah and Ahmed.
“And there is a gift for both of you in one of the bags. Please open it once you reach home.” Uncle Ali continued.
“Ahh thanks, Uncle Ali. Jazakallahu Khayran!”
“Barakallahu Feekum boys!”
“See you soon, take care Uncle Ali! Assalamu Alaykum” the two friends shouted out to Mr Ali as they happily hopped out of the shop.
“Walaykum Salaam. Take care boys.”
As the twins walked out of the shop, they noticed an old man standing at the edge of the road waiting to cross the road with two large bags.
“Why don’t we help him?!” whispered Ahmed into Abdullah’s ears.
“Yess! Let’s go and grab this opportunity to earn rewards.” cried out Abdullah as he ran behind Ahmed as fast as he could.
Ahmed was the first one to reach the old man.
“Uncle! We could help you.” Abdullah said.
“Wait a second. Do you know me kids?” asked the old man.
Ahmed shot a glance at Abdullah. They just wanted to help, Ahmed did not know what to reply. Abdullah saw the confused look on Ahmed’s face and decided to reply for him.
“We just wanted to help you, Uncle.” Abdullah said with a smile.
“That’s so kind of you,” asked the old man. “May I know your names, children?”
“And I’m Ahmed.”
Ahmed and Abdullah helped the old man cross the busy roads.
“Thanks boys. Usually it’s quite difficult for me to cross roads. ” said the old man. “ Well.. This is my home. Please come in and have a snack!”
“We will visit you soon, Uncle. Mummy would be wanting us at home.” Abdullah replied. Remebering his mum’s reminder about how not to enter the houses of strangers. Maybe they could visit Uncle with Ummi and Abi instead.
“You kids are so well-mannered! I wish you could meet my naughty grandsons and teach them to behave well as you boys…” the old man said thoughtfully. “Your parents must be amazing people to teach you guys to behave so well.”
“Thanks, Uncle!” Ahmed said.
“Our religion tells us to help people whenever they are in need of it!” Abdullah continued.
“That’s fantastic!” cried out the old man amazed by what Abdullah has said.
“By the way children, next time if we ever meet, I would love to know more about your religion!” continued the old man.
“Sure.Insha Allah” Ahmed said.
The old man looked confused. “What’s Sha-Allah”
“Well, it means if God wills.” replied Abdullah.
“That’s interesting. I got to be going. Take care kids. And don’t forget to visit me sometime.” the old man said waving his hand joyfully.
“Take care, Uncle! See you around sometime inshaAllah!” Ahmed waved back.
At night, Abdullah sat thinking of what happened previously. He had taught the little girl about Islam and also helped the old man. He jumped into his bed, closed his eyes and just hoped for Allah’s reward.
“Ummi, I’m soooo bored!” moaned Aminah as she slumped onto a nearby sofa.
“It’s not even close to lunch time, Aminah, and you’re already bored?”
“Hmph.” Aminah rolled her eyes and turned her face in the opposite direction.
Ummi shook her head in disbelief. Since Ramadhan had ended, over two weeks ago, both Aminah and Abdullah had been finding it hard to get into a routine. With no school or studies and with most of their friends away on vacation, they spent most of their time moaning and groaning about having nothing to do, nowhere to go and no one to play with.
“I think you’re all suffering from post-Ramadhan slump!” Yusuf said as they sat together one evening.
“What is that supposed to mean?” Abdullah asked, his eyebrows bunched together in confusion.
“It means that because Ramadhan is over and the big shaytaans are back out, we’re finding it harder to do more worship and feel lazy when it comes to doing good deeds! But you know, a sign of an accepted Ramadhan is that we still strive to do good deeds.”
“Oh!” Abdullah exclaimed. “I’ve been keeping on top of my Qur’an, Yusuf, and even the night prayer sometimes.”
“Alhamdulilah, that’s amazing! But I’ve also noticed you spending a tad too much time on that Xbox of yours.”
Abdullah pulled a face.
“And it looks as though you’ve lost some of your manners too. Any idea where they’ve disappeared to?”
Aminah burst into a fit of laughter. “Abdullah has lost his manners. Nuh-nuh-nuh-nuh-NUUUUHHH.”
“Aminah, erm it seems like you’ve been watching a bit too much Horrid Henry, no?” Yusuf had a serious look on his face as he posed the question to Aminah.
“Uncle, you are the best!” Hafsah exclaimed as Aminah gave Abi a huge bear hug. Then she carefully put the money away in her purse.
“Now go! You don’t want to miss anything.”
The children happily dashed into the masjid grounds. There were a lot of people at the function today. The masjid committee had set up a bouncing castle, a bumping car ride and a huge slide which was enough to fit five people. There were many stalls selling delicious food from cotton candy to Arabic dumplings.
“What’s that?” Hamaad asked pointing to a place where many people were gathered.
“That’s soapy water football.” Yusuf replied. “They play football in water.”
“Really?” Abdullah said, “I want to try that.”
“First,” Hafsah said, “Let’s go register our names.”
Since they were children and all under the age of fifteen, the masjid volunteers had asked all the children whether they were with their parents or not to register their names and their parents mobile numbersin case of an emergency.
The children went to the registration stand and waited for their turn.
“Assalamu alaykum.” A volunteer said. “Eid Mubarak kids!”
“Waalykum assalam, Eid Mubarak to you too.” Yusuf replied. “We are here to register.”
“Of course.” The volunteer pulled up a sheet, “Write down your full name and your parents’ mobile number.”
Yusuf wrote down all their full names and their parents’ mobile number. Hamaad was given a badge to wear with his name and parents number, as he was really young.
“Enjoy your day! Eid Mubarak!”
“Eid Mubarak!” the children replied back as they rushed towards their favorite attractions.
Hafsah and Aminah went to see the stalls where they were selling some clothes and handbags. The two were so excited with their money and couldn’t wait to spend it.
“Aminah! Assalmualykum.” Khadijah said. “You came!”
Khadijah’s sister and her friends had a stall of their own and were selling homemade Turkish delights. The stall was crowded since everyone wanted to buy some.
“Wa alaykum assalam. Yes.” Aminah pointed at Hafsah. “This is my cousin.”
“Assalamu alaykum.” Hafsa stretched out her hand. “It’s really nice to meet you.”
“Wa alaykum assalam. You too.” Khadijah said as she shook her hand.
“Come and join us. We are just looking around.” Hafsah said.
“Sure. I’ll just tell my sister.”
Soon enough Aminah had her arms linked with her best friend and favorite cousin. They tried out delicious food, played a few games and bought the same bags to match each other. They had so much fun that they nearly forgot the time.
The boys on the other hand spent their time only at the attractions and hadn’t spared a glance at the stalls area where the girls were at. They kept playing and playing and met many new friends who in turn kept playing and playing with them.
“Allahu Akbar , Allahu Akbar” The Mu’adhin called.
“Ya rabb!” Abdullah exclaimed, “It’s already Maghrib time!”
“Who doesn’t have Wudu’?” Yusuf asked the group of friends. All of them raised their hands.
“Last one to reach the Wudu’ area buys ice cream.” Abdullah exclaimed and they all dashed towards the Wuduu area at lightning speed.
Just as Abi instructed, the children had gathered near the gate after Maghrib. The girls had bags of stuff that they bought, while the boys were sweating and their faces were shining a bright red colour. Abi pulled the car up to the gate and the children climbed in.
“Assalamu alaykum Abi.”
“Assalamu alaykum Uncle!”
“Wa alaykum assalam kids. Had fun?” Abi turned to smile at them as they got on.
“Yes,” Abdullah replied. “I am so tired.”
“Me too.” Aminah said.
“Yeah me too.” Yusuf agreed.
“Me as well.” Hafsah chimed in.
Abi laughed. “Your mothers have prepared some wonderful food for you. Ahh. Wait. Where’s Hamaad?”
The children looked around them. There was Abdullah, Aminah , Hafsah and Yusuf. Hamaad was not in the car. Yusuf opened the door and got out, scanning the area to find Hamaad.
“Hamaad!” He called out.
Alarmed, Abi and the children got out of the car as well. “Hamaad! Where are you?”
Abi took out his phone. “Girls, you stay with me. Boys, go back to the places you went today, and see if Hamaad is around. “
The boys nodded and ran to the area where all the attractions were. “Hamaad!”
Since it was already dark, many people were leaving the Masjid grounds so the area was getting emptier and emptier. The volunteers were busy picking up the leftover trash and cleaning up.
“Hamaad!” they called out. But there was no reply. They kept searching and searching over and over again.
Where could he have been? Wasn’t he with them the whole time? Oh Hamaad. Where are you? The children thought to themselves worriedly.
Abi called up his friend who was on the Masjid committee, and asked for his help. Soon the volunteers started helping in the search as well. As the closed up stalls were stacked up and ready to be taken away, Hafsah’s tears began to flow. She was getting really scared. What if something happened to Hamaad? Was he frightened? Was he hungry?
“Hafsah?” A voice called out. It was Khadijah.
“Oh, you’re still here? What’s wrong?”
Hafsah sniffed. “My brother. He is missing.”
Hafsah nodded. Her heart was heavy. What was Ummi going to say? She was such a terrible sister.
“I saw him at the back just a few moments ago.” Khadijah said.
Hafsah looked up startled, and wiped her red nose with the back of her hand. “Huh? Where?”
Just then, Aminah entered, “Khadijah…what are you-“
Hafsah stood up and held Aminah’s arm , “She knows where Hamaad is.”
Khadijah nodded, “Follow me.”
The three girls went to the backside of the courtyard where all the stalls were being stacked. The stall owners were simply standing and talking. At a corner, there was a small boy packing up some leftover food neatly into some boxes.
“Hamaad?” Hafsa called out.
The small boy looked up to see his sister. Hafsah broke into tears and hugged her brother. “You silly boy! Where were you? We were searching high and low for you!”
Hamaad showed his sister a box. “I asked the stall owners if they had some food left over and was packing it to give to the homeless people. I have seen so many in the streets lately, and Ummi reminded me at breakfast that we have so much and some people have nothing to eat, even on Eid!”
Hafsah wanted to knock some sense into her brother but she stayed silent. What he wanted to do was a good deed.
“I am going to go get Abi and the boys, you stay here.” Aminah said as she rushed off to find her family.
Hafsah looked at Khadijah, “Thank you. You found my brother.”
Khadijah smiled, “I am glad I was able to help.”
Soon they were on their way home and driving slowly, distributing boxes to the homeless people on the streets.
“Here you go.” Abdullah said as he handed an old man a plastic box of food.
“May God bless you, child.” The man said as he accepted the box. Abdullah smiled and went back to the car.
“That was the last of them, wasn’t it?” Aminah asked. Yusuf nodded in reply.
Combined with the leftovers from the function and the food Auntie Nusaybah prepared, as well as their neighbours who had pitched in too, Abi had to make two whole trips to take the food in his car since there was no space.
“It was a wonderful idea Hamaad,” Abi said as he started the engine.
“What made you think of it?” Abdullah asked.
“It was when Ummi told me not to waste food since so many people didn’t have anything to eat. I thought about how much food we waste on such happy days and thought why not give them to those unfortunate people,” Hamaad said.
“That was really good of you to think of that,” Yusuf said.
“Yeah,” Abduallah agreed. “We did lose you, but we found something as well.”
“What?” Hamaad asked.
“Reward and satisfaction.”
“I am glad I was part of it. I feel as though we have accomplished something amazing on this wonderful day,” Aminah said, beaming.
“Just remember, next time, “ Hafsah said, “Let us know what you’re doing!”
The car filled with the sound of laughter and teasing instantly, as the beautiful day of Eid came to an end. Alhamdulillah, all Praise is for Allah, for blessing us with the special month of Ramadan and the exciting days of Eid!
We, the team at the Young Learner’s Corner, wish you a blessed and fantabulous Eid. Enjoy it to the maximum! Eid Mubarak!
Written by Maryam Yousuf
The wind was blowing softly in the cool night air. The sun was nowhere in sight leaving the city in utter darkness. The streets were silent and not a sound could be heard from anywhere, except from one particular Muslim house.
“Abdullaaaaaaaah!” Aminah called out, loud enough to wake up an entire village. “Get out of the bathroom.”