A flower that bloomed…


Story by Ishrat Ali
The smoke was everywhere… The white snow turned black and my house was burned. It turned into ashes in a matter of few hours. I hurried towards the ambulance where my big sister was lying down unconscious. There was no sign of my parents. They passed away. My world changed in just one day.

I cried and wept. There was nothing I could do. I felt helpless. I was only 11 years old when this happened…

Me and my sister, Mariam lost both our parents. It was a great tragedy. It’s been two years since this incident has happened. We were taken care by our uncle and aunt. They loved us very much. They did not have any children of their own, so they took good care of us.

My sister was there when my parents died. She was unfortunate to watch dad and mom die in front of her eyes. She went into depression and no matter how hard anyone tried she could never forget what happened.

I became involved in my studies and was trying to overcome my own depression.

One day, I admitted to myself and I decided to accept life as it is. I have lost my parents but I still have my sister. I became thankful to Allah Subhana wa ta’ala and learned to accept His Decree. When I looked at my sister, I couldn’t take her misery.

I remembered what my parents had taught me. The great stories my mother used to tell me. Every day, I would now spend time with my sister. I would sit next to her and tell her those stories my mom used to tell me.

I reminded my sister of the kindness of our beloved Prophet Muhammad SalAllahu Alayhi Wa Sallam. I began to learn and teach her Tauhid. I would take her outside the house around the time of sunset near the pond. We both used to praise Allah Subhana Wa Ta’ala and appreciate the beauty of His creation. I would lead her in prayer every day whenever I came home from school. I would tell random jokes and watch my sister laugh.

Whenever I told my sister of the story of the Companions of the Prophet Muhammad SalAllahu Alayhi Wa Sallam, I found changes in her. She became more patient and happy.

We both started to attend masjid together. My big sister, Maria started making friends and soon married a righteous man.

This wouldn’t have happened without the help of Allah Subhana Wa Ta’ala. He is the Most Merciful and Most High. I realized that even though I have lost someone so dear to me, I still had someone who I was close to. I still had my sister who was very kind to me. She once again bloomed like the flower she was before Alhamdulillah.