Despite all this, life did not really turn out to be a bed of roses for him.
He used to be so energetic, full of life and humour. We used to play cards in his house, in winter night with blankets tugged sniggly around us.
His father had a temper, perhaps it ran in the family. Sometimes his father wud give him such a beating that he wud run from home. While he was in school his father died. He used to be among the bright students.
After death of his father, he became increasingly religious. He even went to Afghanistan for some time. Hypocrisy in Jihadis broke him down and he gradually became increasingly isolated, even from his own family. His health deteriorated. And today i hear that he died suddenly.
I cannot describe the pain, the sorrow.
And i can’t imagine how much pain her mother will be going through…how can any one imagine the pain of a mother, who has to see her young son dead…Oh Allah…Oh Allah
Such a waste. Some people do not realise the importance of a friendly relationship with their children which results in increased isolation and the children seeking comfort elsewhere.
May Allah bless his soul and make this bearable for his family.
inna lillahi wa inna ilaihi rajioun
very sorry to hear that..may Allah(SWT) give him & his family peace and place for him in Jannah, and speciallly courage to his mother to go through all this.