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A Beautiful Revival

Wardah Abbas paints a vivid picture of the transience of life, recalling her own personal experience and telling us why we should concentrate more on the purpose of our existence.

When I became a sophomore at the end of 2009 in Hijra 1430, I was on top of the universe. I had lots of thoughts gaining free entry and exit in and out of my mind. I wanted to be bigger, prettier and more respected. The whole idea of remaining the same “Wardah” I was in my first year began to freak me out as I desperately yearned for a change. I thought of nothing other than how to change my wardrobe, get a new phone and buy new shoes, bags, jewellery and expensive make-up kits. I wanted a sophisticated laptop for the sophisticated second year law student I was about to become and of course I got my father to increase my monthly stipend. I would sit on the balcony of my parents’ little house and create a vision of myself getting attention from all corners of the faculty and becoming popular. These were beautiful dreams that were too much for the taste buds in my mind to savour.





Each new day found me sinking into my deep sea of crazy thoughts but I never tired of it. I became discontented with whatever I was given by my poor parents. I found a new “Wardah” that never ceased to ask for more. It went on and on until the day came, one of the sunniest days ever, when my father took my elder brother and I with him on a trip to Lagos. It was our tradition to invoke Allah (SWT) before and after embarking on any journey; that day was no  exception.





We toured all the places my father intended for us and, by the grace of Allah (SWT), we took off on another long journey back home. My elder brother was sitting next to my father in the front seat, both lost in a conversation that just seemed boring to me. I began to feel alone. My crazy thoughts were not sufficient to keep me company, giving way to the cool breeze that found its way through the window to pamper my eyes. My eyes became heavy after a while and, before I knew it, my tired body was lying flat on the back seat of the car, fast asleep.





I didn’t know just how long I had slept. I only remember waking up to find myself on the floor of the car. I was unaware of what had woken me but I thought I must have been  in such a deep sleep that I didn’t know how and when I fell from the seat to the floor. Then I made attempts to get up, but I kept failing. I tried so hard until my efforts were interrupted by the voice of my elder brother crying out to me, “Wardah, please open the back door.” Even at that moment, I was still oblivious of the events that surrounded me. My mind was empty, my body seemed lifeless and my brain inactive. I just lay there, staring into nothing.





With a great deal of force in his weakest physical state, my brother managed to get himself to the back to open the door and, as he did that, it became easy for me to get up from where I lay. The sight that stared me in the face was a very terrible one. Both my father and my elder brother were soaked in a pool of blood and the car badly damaged beyond reasonable recognition. A very fast shiver ran down my spine and, like a robot, I had no tears. I just remained speechless and numb. At that moment, it dawned on me that we had been involved in a terrible accident. But to my utmost disbelief, I was still as healthy as ever. No injuries, no sprains and no cramps. I just couldn’t figure out how.





The hours that followed found us in a nearby first aid clinic at Sagamu in Ogun State where the accident occurred. My father and my elder brother were both receiving medical attention while some of the nurses stared at me with eyes filled with awe. They just couldn’t comprehend how I had escaped that terrible accident without the slightest pain or injury.






One of my uncles was soon contacted and, after some time, he came in the company of his wife to pick us up. While we journeyed back home, I was carried away by a series of assembled thoughts which flowed in and out of my wide open mind. There were too many questions that my blank brain just couldn’t provide answers to. Questions like “What if they hadn’t worn seatbelts? Would they have returned to Allah (SWT)?”  “What if I hadn’t lain on the back seat? Wouldn’t I have been injured beyond reasonable repair?” “What if we had all died? How would our family feel?”





A new vision of me found its way through my weak brain as I began to imagine myself without either hands or legs or even my sense of sight. I then drifted to assuming myself dead. How would it happen? Where would I go and what was I going to experience in my grave? I was shaken by these thoughts. The experience I had gained in that short time had a lifelong effect and taught me that only a thin line separated life from death. My mind was too weak to accommodate the hundreds of thoughts running in and out and there was no better way to get rid of them at that moment than to allow the tears flow. For the first time since the occurrence, I cried. If the accident had ended my life, would that have ended all my dreams of being a respectable justice, a very wealthy and popular figure, the best wife for a fabulous husband and a cute mother for the loveliest kids? What was going to happen to that beauty which many admired? Would the memories continue to live and grow in the hearts of those who knew me? No question seemed to come with a full stop. The more they came, the heavier my heart became.





Finally, the burden of my thoughts lightened when the car halted in the parking lot of the casualty section of the University College Hospital of the University of Ibadan. Almost immediately, the nurses got my father and my elder brother wheeled in. I had to stay with them in the hospital till the next day when my mother was brought down there in her weakest emotional state. The hours I spent in the hospital were  filled with terror. The things I saw were so frightening that I could never forget them in my entire life. I began to shiver when the fear of Allah (SWT) gripped me. The sight of patients whose conditions were worse than ours – patients who, in the course of their own accidents, had lost their sight and spinal cords, some who had even lost their minds after the the deadly event. Some patients had arms and legs that had to be amputated. There was blood everywhere and the majority had to be wheeled into the mortuary having answered Allah’s call.






It was an eye opener – a dreadful experience and the basis of a reminiscence I will cherish for the rest of my short and vulnerable life. I felt ashamed of myself as I kept thanking Allah (SWT) for his mercies that I never asked for. I asked for Allah’s forgiveness for being the foolish, ungrateful whiner I was. I had closed my mind to the fact that each movement I made with every part of my body would not have been possible without the leave of Allah (SWT). I had a lot to thank Him endlessly for, but my love for all the good things of this world made them fall off my radar. All my dreams were directed towards things of this transient world when I had the abandoned choice of living my whole life in service to my Creator. And, until that very tragic occurrence, I had been lost in thoughts of how to upgrade my social status as a sophomore in school. What an idea for a loser.






The car accident was a gift. It was evidence of Allah’s sincere love for me. I knew I needed a revival – rebirth. I needed to adopt a new life as a stranger. I decided to redirect my path in life. I resolved to submit myself to the total Will of Almighty Allah and accept all that He has decreed. I prayed fervently to Him to help me regain my nearness to Him and this has helped me strengthen my faith in Him.





Today, the satisfaction and peace I get from my revival is a treasure I will cling to for the rest of my life. I am no longer anxious of what will happen tomorrow as it has already been decreed by Allah. I am now inclined to live like I will be no more tomorrow because for every life has a definite end and verily, “from Allah we come and to Him we shall return”.





Wardah Abbas is a Law student at the Nigerian Law School. She is a great lover of Islam, an aficionado of the natural environment, a passionate Muslimah and writer who believes in intellectualism as a prerequisite to change. You can read more of her writings on therosespen.wordpress.com





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