I don’t have much time at the moment to write a lot, or take the time to plan this post out so it might be all over the place. Today’s post is prompted by the dailypost .
When you were five years old, who was your hero? What do you think of that person today?
The short answer would be to say my parents, especially my mother and to say I appreciate them a lot more now than then.
They taught me to be okay with who I am, and to always strive to be better. They taught me through their actions what it means to be a Muslim. I’ve always looked up to them, was and still am proud to have them as my parents. At the same time I realise that I do not thank Allah swt. enough for them. Through Him they’ve been able to send me to school, I could read at an early age, and loved to read and they encouraged me to do so. I think even a bit too much, my father told me that I deleted a small part of his PhD thesis. I should feel guilty about this, he mentioned the welcome distraction that we were in the dedication part of the final published version, if I remember it right.
From kindergarten I skipped pre-school right into school life. Through Allah swt. Will, they sheltered me, and educated me, from becoming susceptible to a lot of the things I’ve seen some of my classmates get into. While also giving me the space to develop as a Muslim, and as a person in my own right.
While I don’t think I was a difficult child as such, I was a loud and very active kid from what has been told to me from friends. I’ve calmed down a lot according to them, and according to my parents I’ll have to learn again to be a bit louder, to speak up. Something my father tells me, he too had to learn.
Other heroes in my life include the close friends of my family, they strengthened my identity as a Muslim in German society. Every Friday after the evening talk at our mosque everyone would sit together and talk about anything and everything. I got to learn a bit about how they grew up in the DDR as Muslims, I could identify with them, these were my role models.
As a child I tended to, I don’t want to say hero worship, but be in awe of the adults around me I guess. As one grows older one realises that everyone is human, that everyone makes mistakes, that that is our nature. The only perfect role models are the Prophets they are ma’sum, (sinless) everyone else is fallible.
This doesn’t mean that I don’t love them as much as I did then, it just means that that love matured with me. So to conclude my heroes are my parents first and foremost, then my uncles and aunts biologically or in Islam.
I’m extremely grateful to all them, especially my parents, may Allah swt. accept their good deeds and forgive them all of their sins and grant them Janatul Firdaws.
Also see my first post on this blog, on Heroes specifically Heroines. Also while we are on the topic of heroes; yesterday a Pakistani school boy named Aitzaz Hassan Bangesh saved hundreds of his classmates, when a suicide bomber tried to set of the bomb on school grounds. Aitzaz was late to school and made to wait outside, when he confronted the bomber at the school gates, he panicked and subsequently detonated the bomb killing him and Aitzaz.
He is a true hero. In the Qur’an it says ,
We decreed to the Children of Israel that if anyone kills a person -unless in retribution for murder or spreading corruption in the land – it is as if he kills all mankind, while if any saves a life it is as if he saves the lives of all mankind.
[Quran The Feast 5:32]
In an article I read yesterday, the author writes that we don’t need to have a #millionaitzaz, but should ask ourselves are we are worthy of Aitzaz Hassan Bangash.
May Allah swt. forgives us our weaknesses and strengthen us towards this Deen and towards the betterment of society. May Allah grant him entrance to Jannat ul Firdaws as a matyr.