
A bright and cheery lady
Led her life happily
By practising her deen religiously,
Trying to please her Lord meticulously.
She could be seen volunteering regularly
And conducting workshops occasionally;
While attending Islamic classes punctually,
She stood out in academics excellently.
βI want to become a doctor,β she declared,
βTo become an asset for this ummah,β she cleared,
Thus began the journey of toil and labourβ
Getting into medical school wasnβt an easy endeavour.
Volunteering activities got stopped,
Her Islamic classes were paused;
In the hope of resuming them once again,
She worked like a Trojan night and day.
She gave the exam fearfully,
Pleading to her Lord desperately,
βYa Kareem, please grant me victory!β
βYa Raheem, please have mercy!β
When the results were announced,
She jumped and pounced;
Her Rabb, to her pleading, had respondedβ
With a racing heart, med-school, she finally entered.
Initial days passed by frantically:
Trying to handle dissection classes in Anatomy,
Performing Folin-Wu and other tests in Biochemistry,
And pricking finger for experiments of Haematology!
Surrounded by dozens of new faces all around,
Belonging to different religions and backgrounds,
A big change in her life to which she tried adjusting,
Amidst non-Muslim cultures, she kept struggling.
βSo much free-mixing everywhere,
They call us to partake in pujas1 here,
Haram relationships, drugs, and alcohol addictionsβ¦
How do I avoid them while maintaining cordial relations?β
Repeated exposure got her desensitised,
What was once unusual, now seemed normalised;
Though, to her Islamic principles, she firmly held,
There was a void that she constantly felt.
Her mind would often go back to those days,
When she helped others and worked on herself;
Her heart, which used to have clarity,
Was now obscured with doubts and uncertainty.
βIβm just bumped with the books!
I want to go back to that golden phase!β
Tears dripped from her cheeks,
The longing of the heart was evidently seen.
No longer willing to succumb,
She called up her mentor,
βIβm in dire need, dear teacher,
Your student is falling, please save her!β
βAll my high aspirations have vanished,
My previous activities couldnβt be restarted!
This med-school life got me vanquished,
A toxic environment has me surrounded!β
βI hear you, my dear,
But first, let me get a few answers.
What is it thatβs bothering you exactly?
I hope you are praying regularly?β
βAlhamdulillah, I do pray regularly.
I want to get back to my Islamic studies,
I want to get back to my volunteering activities.
With this career, it seems quite an impossibility!β
βMy dear child, listen carefully:
Indeed, this profession requires assiduity,
But once you prioritise things rightly,
Youβll see it all come together neatly.β
βYes, things wonβt be as before,
For change is a constant;
A bare minimum time, you can manage for sure,
For beyond its capacity, Allah never burdens a soul.β
βYouβve said it rightly,
May you be blessed by Allah immensely,
Iβll act on your advice surely.β
With salam, she hung up, soothed finally.
She sat at her table, scheduling,
βHalf an hour per day for Qurβan recitation,
On weekends, Iβll go to the Islamic centre;
O Allah! Please accept these little actions!β
She joined an online Islamic website,
Where her poem-writing skills were utilised;
She would be seen in an Islamic class weekly,
Teaching small kids their deen joyfully.
To learn the Tafseer,
She referred to Ibn Katheer;
For the knowledge of the Seerah,
There was the Sealed Nectar.
She listened to online speakers,
Who referred to the classical scholars;
She would often check the shared references
To confirm if they were from authentic sources.
Though her schedule got a bit tighter,
She was satisfied and felt lighter;
When her Rabb was pleased, what did it matter,
For repose will be done in Jannah, In sha Allah!
References
Puja is a worship ceremony that is carried out by Hindus, Buddhists, and Jains.
Written by: Zubia Nausheen
Edited by: The Editorial Team
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