I haven’t posted in a long time and have been very busy with school (dua’as would really be appreciated folks) but I thought I would write a quick post/reflection on a recent death that many of us have heard about in the news…
No, I am not talking about Michael Jackson, I am talking about Steve McNair the ex-NFL player who was a beacon and inspiration to the state of Tennessee and other places as well for his philanthropist endeavors. McNair, who has been happily married for I believe more than 10 years, was found shot to death along with another woman. Now, I’m not sure about the motive behind all of this but there seems to be speculation that the woman he was dating (who killed him, then herself) did so because she had a debt that was getting worse and suspected McNair of dating another woman. The kicker to the story is that his wife of over 10 years (with whom he has children with) had no idea about all of this until she found out he was dead at another woman’s apartment. Naturally, this made me think about a lot of stuff…
But to keep things short and sweet, it made me think about all of the sins I committed both small and big. It made me think about when I do commit a sin that I’m not really conscious of it, because if I was, then I would probably stop and not do it because of the consequences that may occur. And it made me think about how any action I do, either good or bad could very well be my last. Take McNair for example. Police reports indicate that he was asleep on the couch when he was killed. He probably went out or had an enjoyable evening with his girlfriend and thought to himself “hey, I’ll take a little nap and rest up” not being aware that he would never wake up from it.
This story in the news really made me think a lot about how I need to change and check myself even more. Who knows if I’m looking at something that I’m not supposed to look at, talking bad about someone, or neglecting my prayers that that action (or lack of) may be the last thing I have to take back to God? It’s really ironic how Allah shows me or reminds me about Him through the most unconventional ways. But at the same time, I am truly grateful that He loves me that much to keep on reminding me of what it is I have to do in life to show Him that I love Him…
may He guide and protect us all…
-peace-

Then we come to today, Mother’s Day. As I was out today I saw a bunch of people running around getting flowers, chocolates, gifts and other stuff to go home and give to their mothers (or wives who were the mothers of their children). As I sat there listening to K’naan, I started to wonder why? Why is it that it takes a “holiday” for us to celebrate our mothers, and even then, to fall short of truly celebrating our mothers? How many of us truly appreciate our mothers the way that we are supposed to? I don’t know about you, but I know I fall far short of truly appreciating and practically loving my mother. So what can we do?
They got closer, and as they did, she put her hand on my shoulder as if to thank me. She looked me up and down (and probably thought to herself — my this Puerto Rican chap has some nice manners) and smiled at me. I stood there and slowly hovered behind them as they walked to their car (just in case they needed any help). The next thing that I saw really touched my heart.
This young boy who I know well and respect tremendously was confused. He talked about how all of these kids just talk about money and clothes and all of these things and don’t care about anything else. How they say degrading things about women/girls and laugh it off as if it meant nothing. He finished it off by saying “I don’t get why they do all of this. I came to an Islamic school because I wanted to be protected from these types of things. But these Muslims kids are worse than my non-Muslim friends.”

