Imagine if your best friend who works in the South African Bank Note Company, which is responsible for printing money, loans you a machine that prints ‘leopard notes’ (R 200.00). This machine is manually operated. All you have to do is slide in a blank sheet of paper, turn the handle and a R 200.00 note ‘pops out’ on the other side. He can only loan you this machine for one month.
What will your response be?
Will you just ignore this rare opportunity and store away the machine or turn it just a few times. Never! Rather, the moment you receive the machine, you will start turning the handle non-stop till the last second of the thirtieth day. Perhaps you will cut down your three meals to one and some may even prefer wearing adult diapers instead of ‘wasting’ time in going to the toilet. What if the Soccer World Cup had to coincide with those thirty days? Will you ever give preference to watching the matches and following the scores over turning the handle? And say a friend invites you for a Saturday night stroll in Gateway or a Sunday afternoon drive on the beach front. Your answer will simply be: “Akh! We can delay all of this for some other time. I don’t know whether I will ever get this opportunity again.”
More valuable than this ‘leopard’ printing machine is the blessed month of Ramadhaan where every moment turns out eternal investments for us in the Hereafter. Let us use every second correctly and ‘mint it’ in these few days. Who knows if we will see another Ramadhaan?
I destroy homes, tear families apart,
take your children, and that’s just the start.
I’m more costly than diamonds, more costly than gold.
The sorrow I bring is a sight to behold.
And if you need me, remember I’m easily found,
I live all around you, in schools and in town.
I live with the rich, I live with the poor,
I live down the street, and maybe next door.
My power is awesome – try me you’ll see,
but if you do, you may never break free.
Just try me once and I might let you go,
but try me twice, and I’ll own your soul.
When I possess you’ll steal and you’ll lie,
you’ll do what you have to, just to get high.
The crimes you’ll commit, for my narcotic charms,
will be worth the pleasure you’ll feel in your arms.
You’ll lie to your mother; you’ll steal from your dad.
When you see their tears, you should feel sad.
But you’ll forget your morals and how you were raised.
I’ll be your conscience, I’ll teach you my ways.
I take kids from parents, and parents from kids.
I turn people from Allah, and separate from friends.
I’ll take everything from you; your looks and your pride.
I’ll be with you always, right by your side.
You’ll give up everything – your family, your home,
your friends, your money, then you’ll be alone.
I’ll take and I’ll take, till you have nothing more to give.
When I’m finished with you, you’ll be lucky to live.
If you try me be warned this is no game.
If given the chance, I’ll drive you insane.
I’ll ravish your body, I’ll control your mind.
I’ll own you completely; your soul will be mine.
The nightmares I’ll give you while lying in bed.
The voices you’ll hear from inside your head.
The sweats, the shakes, the visions you’ll see.
I want you to know, these are all gifts from me.
But then it’s too late, and you’ll know in your heart,
that you are mine, and we shall not part.
You’ll regret that you tried me, they always do.
But you came to me, not I to you.
You knew this would happen. Many times you were told,
but you challenged my power, and chose to be bold.
You could have said no, and just walked away.
If you could live that day over, now what would you say?
I’ll be your master; you will be my slave.
I’ll even go with you, when you go to your grave.
Now that you have met me, what will you do?
Will you try me or not? It’s all up to you.
I can bring you more misery than words can tell.
Come take my hand, let me lead you to hell.
Some time back, a famous chain store opened a new branch nearby with ridiculous opening specials. Perhaps you won’t believe if I tell you that there were people waiting at the gates since 3am. By the time the store opened its gates, the traffic had backed up a few kilometres.
Now, what was it that got these people out of their cosy beds at this early part of the morning? What was it that deprived them of their dear sleep and prompted them to wait for such a long time in their cars, even suppressing the urge to relieve themselves?
It was nothing but the desire to save a few hundreds or thousands of rands.
We are about to witness a “Mega Sale”, not just an opening special which lasts for a few days and saves us a few coppers. Rather it is a month long sale that can secure us the everlasting bliss of the Hereafter.
This sale also requires us to wake up from our cosy beds and get onto the musalla crying to our Allah Ta‘ala in the early hours of the morning. It also requires us to spend hours, not in the shopping queue rather in the recitation of the blessed words of our Allah Ta‘ala.
May Allah Ta‘ala allow us to strike great bargains in this “Mega Sale,” aameen.
There was once a person who had a small sore in a very embarrassing area of his body. The sore wasn’t very big and the pain wasn’t very bad, so he reckoned he’d cope and just ignore it. After all, it was far too embarrassing to remove his pants before the doctor for one small little sore!
A week later, the sore grew into a big bad boil. Now, it wasn’t a pain that he could easily ignore. In fact, the pain was so bad that he couldn’t even walk properly! But even now, he was ashamed to show the doctor his problem. So he took a painkiller and hoped that his problem would simply disappear.
Finally, when the big bad boil became septic, and his whole body broke into a fever, everyone learnt of his boil and he was forced to go to the doctor. When the doctor examined the septic boil and asked him when he had first noticed it, he replied, “One week ago.” The doctor was horrified! “One week ago! And you just ignored it? Why didn’t you come to me earlier?” The doctor exclaimed. The patient replied, “I was ashamed to remove my pants in front of you!”
Hearing this, the doctor explained, “When you have a big bad boil, it’s going to come out sooner or later, you can’t hide it forever. If you had come to me in the beginning, I would have treated it and it probably wouldn’t have become septic. Because you left it, it has now become so bad that we have to operate!”
In life, we all have our ‘big bad boils’. For some of us, it might be addiction to pornography, drugs, masturbation or even an attraction to other boys. By ignoring the problem, it will not go away, rather it will become worse. Also, one day, it will become so bad that everybody will find out about it. How many boys got married and were then caught with another boy, or watching porn or taking drugs by their own wives? After that, everybody found out and they were forced to hang their heads in shame.
Instead of waiting for it to become a big bad boil, go to the spiritual doctor and treat it in its early stages. The pious ‘Ulama are the spiritual doctors and will never ever reveal your secret to anyone. Instead, they will assist you, advise you and always make special du‘aa for you. Also, there is no need to feel shy, embarrassed and wonder, “What will they think of me?” as due to their piety and humility, they always regard themselves to be the worst of people. No matter what sin you may be involved in, they regard you as better than them.
Let us have the courage to confide in the doctor, rather than wait for the day when our dirty secrets are exposed to all and we have nowhere to hide.