Death

Sunday I drove to Dallas with my family and I had a good time alhamdudilah.  Dallas has a large and vibrant Muslim community and I drove with my wife all over the area and on Monday enjoyed a lunch from a Persian halal joint in Richardson ( passing by a car chase finale that made the cable news channels) and on Tuesday went to the halal pizza spot in Arlington after leaving the Center Street masjid ( as an added bonus the pizza place was showing a boxing match on a plasma TV).

As I drove around in the rental I had listening to satellite radio it seemed like every channel was talking about the death of Michael Jackson. I thought about this because on Sunday a brother told me of how many Muslims he had known, good brothers who went to the masjid,  who could not get but a handful of brothers to go to their jannaza.  Another brother asked me who was crying and writing poetry to all of the fallen scholars, oppressed and mujahudeen?

We are all gonna die. Many of us will die young. Most of us will never be rich and famous.  This I thought of as I was driving through Arkansas and smelled the burnt flesh from a fresh fatal accident early this morning. Of course, this came hours after learning that a friend of mine from high school has allegedly shot and killed his wife.

Then, coming back to St. Louis I met up with my Muslim brothers Mukhtar and Farooq and we went to pick up some food from a fried fish and chicken joint on Goodfellow and Lillian. As we were driving down Lillian we saw a car loose control and I guy slump over. The car hit a few other cars and then went off the road knocking down signs and crashing into a pole.

I ran over to the scene along with a crowd of pedestrians, old ladies, and corner boys working the corner seeing what was happening on their block. I assumed he had been shot; but I think he had some kind of heart attack or something and there will be no candle light vigil for this man if he passes.

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6 thoughts on “Death

  1. ” O eloquent, just, and mighty
    Death ! Whom none could advise, thou
    hast persuaded ; what none hath dared, thou
    hast done ; and whom all the world hath
    flattered, thou only hast cast out of the
    world and despised : thou hast drawn to-
    gether all the far-stretched greatness, all the
    pride, cruelty, and ambition of man, and
    covered it all over with those two narrow
    words — Hie iacet! “

  2. Salaam,

    That halal place in Richardson is the bomb. i forgot the name, but my cousin took me there a few weeks ago.

    Anyway, in regards to Michael Jackson. When someone like a friend or a family member dies, you would naturally feel more for them because they were closer to you. If you felt equal for all the deaths in the world, you would die crying. Michael Jackson meant a lot to a good number of people in this world. He is the first entertainer in history to be known by virtually every human on the planet. He was able to make people believe that they could do things they thought weren’t possible. On top of that, his songs were background music to a plethora of memories for many. His death symbolized that those memories are truly of the past. Its a wake up call to many people, particularly Generation X, that they have grown up.

  3. You know when death touches us with someone close it changes us in ways that we never imagined. Death will come to all of us but its not easy and I dont think its supposed to be easy. I have a new found respect for the mortality of life and then again thats the thing …death is supposed to serve as a reminder.
    That man you saw probably had a cardiac arrest which is the most serious kind of heart issue that you can have. A heart attack is more gradual and can go on for hours. You can have a mild one and never know it..but a cardiac arrest? You get 10 minutes(if that) before your brain died.

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