“Oh no the pipe, the ventilator it’s red….”
“IIIII’mmmm oooookkkkkk Yummmmma… Eeeeeverything’s goooooing to be ooook insha-Allah”
“ Blood… that’s blood… Oh Allah ya kareem… What’s happening to Ibrahim?... The pipe… it’s swelling up… It’s looks like it’s going to burst… It has burst… Blood!,... Ya Rab... Blood everywhere! What are we going to do? Ibrahim! Ibrahim! Habibi Ibrahim!”
“ASH-HADU ANLA ELAHA ILLA-ALLAH WA ASH- HADU ANNA MOHAMMADAN RASUL-ALLAH"
And he left with those final words… He left with the hope and the spirit of a fighter… He left because the time him had come for him to bid farewell to this earth where he lived each day hoping no one would notice his pain … struggling not to make it to the end of the day like the rest of us but determined to find his own way into the world…
He was not going to give in. They told him that the disease would slowly eat away at his every muscle till he finds himself confined to the perimeter of his bed. He “googled” the words “muscular dystrophy” and yes that’s what every article said but isn’t Allah great? Subhan Allah, the doctors seemed to have forgotten to mention that…
Their prognosis was right for the most part… He did end up bed-ridden for most of his twenty-four years yet his bedroom spoke of “life” and smelled of "life"… There was never any talk of death… How could there be when all he did was smile… He was the one who had brought so many days of laughter to the family as they gathered around him to savor special moments… Yet any observer would think he was confined… connected to tanks, iv injections, and pipes … Ironically, however, he had traveled to where many of us haven’t even come close… His heart was freer than many of us for he had learned to let go of it for those who were in need of a guiding light to Allah...
Again, they were right … Almost every muscle in his body had or was in the process of failing on him… except those stubborn ones in his fingers… And no one but Allah was going to take that away…With every stroke of his finger against his computer keyboard, he was determined to reach any surfer who was seeking to find Allah. Subhan Allah, he was able to spend most of his time working on a blog that he had created in spite of his handicap to spread the beauty of Islam… www.waldalbahrain.net… He was a natural at the technology of computers and this is how Ibrahim had reached the world. Today his blog has more than a thousand followers all mourning the loss of an incredible individual... Subhan Allah...
When I had gone to pay my condolences to the family, I recollect his two-year old niece running from one end of the living room to the other yelling “Khali Ibrahim went to Beit Allah”… I remember thinking to myself “Yes, you’re right little one, where else would he be going insha-Allah?” ... Now it's time to say "Goodbye" to one of the greatest Ambassadors of Islam to have set foot on earth...
يَا أَيَّتُهَا النَّفْسُ الْمُطْمَئِنَّةُ (89:27)
89:27 (Asad) [But unto the righteous God will say,] "O thou human being that hast attained to inner peace! -
ارْجِعِي إِلَى رَبِّكِ رَاضِيَةً مَّرْضِيَّةً (89:28)
89:28 (Asad) Return thou unto thy Sustainer, well-pleased [and] pleasing [Him]: -
فَادْخُلِي فِي عِبَادِي (89:29)
89:29 (Asad) enter, then, together with My [other true] servants – -
وَادْخُلِي جَنَّتِي (89:30