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    Share a [short or long] story that you can attribute to the direction your life has taken [negative or positive, fiction or real].

    Here's mine:

    I didn't care about education, and I was one of the worst achievers in my year. All I did was play video games when I got home, and care little for anything else.

    My eldest brother came to the UK as a refugee at the age of 8 [with my parents in 1993] because it wasn't safe back home - there was a civil war [between 1991 and 2002] which took the lives of many innocent people, including those who are family and friends.

    My brother was a hardworking person who was a top achiever in school, even though he started out in primary school here in the UK knowing no English. He achieved straight A's at A-levels back in 2003.

    On several occasions he encouraged me to put some effort in to my education and always offered to help me, but I would usually ignore him [regarding these topics]. I got along really well with my brother, and he is my favourite brother, my ignorance was nothing personal with him, it was just me being young and naive.

    *The following events were not known to me at the time*

    In 2004 (I was 9) my eldest brother who was 19 at the time was diagnosed with lymphoma. At the time, he was studying Computing at Imperial College London and had a bright future ahead of him. Over the next 2 years his health gradually began to deteriorate. He took a year out of uni because chemo rendered him very weak.

    I frequently asked him and my mother what is wrong, as I began to see him get very unwell. He would always tell me "it's nothing I'm just a little unwell" - my mother would reiterate this.

    In the second year of his fight against cancer, the cancer spread to his lungs. He was struggling to breath, and needed an oxygen supply. He could not move without feeling pain because of the chemo. He could not speak or eat because of how sore his throat was because of the chemo, and he had to be tube fed. But still, he would always find the energy to smile in front of those who visited him (I visited him every day with my father).

    Still, not knowing what is wrong, I assumed all would be well, as I was never told anything serious was wrong, and was too young to even know what cancer was, or too even consider the inevitable reality that is death.

    Summer 2006 my brother wanted to leave hospital after being told he is terminally ill and could die at any moment. He wanted to spend his last few days close to his family.

    A few days later I woke up at around 4am to pray the morning prayer [Fajr]. After washing myself, I walked downstairs to get a drink to clench my thirst before praying. I noticed my family were gathered in the living room, unusually very silent. I was very confused but went on to pray.

    After I finished praying my father approached me and said. "Your brother passed away last night, may God have mercy on him".

    I began to cry in my dads arms. All the memories I've had with my brother ran through my mind. I was waiting for when I would wake up and realise it was a bad dream.

    My father asked me "Do you want to see him?" (He passed away in his bedroom). I didn't answer the question, but went in to his room to see him anyway. He lay on his back with a pale face and blue lips, but still smiling, even in his eternal sleep.

    It was he who shaped my life. Till this day remembering him and his actions is what motivates me to be successful in what I do, as that is something he was, and wanted his friends and family to be too.

    EDIT: Hey guys, I really appreciate people asking if I am OK. I am completely fine and happy. This happened 11 years ago.
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    (Original post by That Arab Guy)
    Share a [short or long] story that you can attribute to the direction your life has taken [negative or positive, fiction or real].

    Here's mine:

    I didn't care about education, and I was one of the worst achievers in my year. All I did was play video games when I got home, and care little for anything else.

    My eldest brother came to the UK as a refugee at the age of 8 [with my parents in 1993] because it wasn't safe back home - there was a civil war [between 1991 and 2002] which took the lives of many innocent people, including those who are family and friends.

    My brother was a hardworking person who was a top achiever in school, even though he started out in primary school here in the UK knowing no English. He achieved straight A's at A-levels back in 2003.

    On several occasions he encouraged me to put some effort in to my education and always offered to help me, but I would usually ignore him [regarding these topics]. I got along really well with my brother, and he is my favourite brother, my ignorance was nothing personal with him, it was just me being young and naive.

    *The following events were not known to me at the time*

    In 2004 (I was 9) my eldest brother who was 19 at the time was diagnosed with lymphoma. At the time, he was studying Computing at Imperial College London and had a bright future ahead of him. Over the next 2 years his health gradually began to deteriorate. He took a year out of uni because chemo rendered him very weak.

    I frequently asked him and my mother what is wrong, as I began to see him get very unwell. He would always tell me "it's nothing I'm just a little unwell" - my mother would reiterate this.

    In the second year of his fight against cancer, the cancer spread to his lungs. He was struggling to breath, and needed an oxygen supply. He could not move without feeling pain because of the chemo. He could not speak or eat because of how sore his throat was because of the chemo, and he had to be tube fed. But still, he would always find the energy to smile in front of those who visited him (I visited him every day with my father).

    Still, not knowing what is wrong, I assumed all would be well, as I was never told anything serious was wrong, and was too young to even know what cancer was, or too even consider the inevitable reality that is death.

    Summer 2006 my brother wanted to leave hospital after being told he is terminally ill and could die at any moment. He wanted to spend his last few days close to his family.

    A few days later I woke up at around 4am to pray the morning prayer [Fajr]. After washing myself, I walked downstairs to get a drink to clench my thirst before praying. I noticed my family were gathered in the living room, unusually very silent. I was very confused but went on to pray.

    After I finished praying my father approached me and said. "Your brother passed away last night, may God have mercy on him".

    I began to cry in my dads arms. All the memories I've had with my brother ran through my mind. I was waiting for when I would wake up and realise it was a bad dream.

    My father asked me "Do you want to see him?" (He passed away in his bedroom). I didn't answer the question, but went in to his room to see him anyway. He lay on his back with a pale face and blue lips, but still smiling, even in his eternal sleep.

    It was he who shaped my life. Till this day remembering him and his actions is what motivates me to be successful in what I do, as that is something he was, and wanted his friends and family to be too.
    That is truly heartbreaking man. May your brother rest in peace in Jannah, Ameen.
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    (Original post by mercuryman)
    That is truly heartbreaking man. May your brother rest in peace in Jannah, Ameen.
    Ameen.

    To be honest, now death doesn't really upset me. If someone close to me were to die I wouldn't be upset, but I would of course miss them. Death is inevitable, and it's from Allah. Realistically, we shouldn't be upset with it.
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    Almost had me in tears ngl. I think your brother would have been extremely proud of you getting into dentistry Hakim.
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    Almost had me in tears ngl. I think your brother would have been extremely proud of you getting into dentistry Hakim.
    I am sure he would have! Hope you're well by the way :')

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    May Allah bless your brother and all of us with eternal happiness in Janah, and may we be able to see our loved ones in Janah

    May Allah reward him and your family abundantly for the patience you all showed in a difficult time like that
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    (Original post by That Arab Guy)
    I am sure he would have! Hope you're well by the way :'
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    I'm all good thanks Hope you are too (perhaps not, after getting your backside kicked by those guys in your last video ) & yeahh ty, I wanna stay on the down low lol
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    Really sorry to hear that, may Allah grant your brother the highest rank in Jannah.

    I know exactly how it feels to lose a loved one. It can be really miserable. My Dad got diagnosed with Motor Neurone Disease a year ago and sadly passed away recently. It was a strange thing for me because I knew he was going to pass away yet there was nothing I could do about it, I was virtually helpless. But I am thankful to Allah as I got to spent as much possible time with him. His death has really changed my family, we are not the same anymore. Even though his death put me in a really, really dark place, where I am today is because of my dad, alhamdullilah. He is my motivation and inspiration and I hope he is proud of me looking from above.
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    May Allah have mercy on him

    My dad passed away when I was 15 and I learnt to appreciate my mum more
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    My dad passed away when I was 15 and I learnt to appreciate my mum more
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    (Original post by That Arab Guy)
    Share a [short or long] story that you can attribute to the direction your life has taken [negative or positive, fiction or real].

    Here's mine:

    I didn't care about education, and I was one of the worst achievers in my year. All I did was play video games when I got home, and care little for anything else.

    My eldest brother came to the UK as a refugee at the age of 8 [with my parents in 1993] because it wasn't safe back home - there was a civil war [between 1991 and 2002] which took the lives of many innocent people, including those who are family and friends.

    My brother was a hardworking person who was a top achiever in school, even though he started out in primary school here in the UK knowing no English. He achieved straight A's at A-levels back in 2003.

    On several occasions he encouraged me to put some effort in to my education and always offered to help me, but I would usually ignore him [regarding these topics]. I got along really well with my brother, and he is my favourite brother, my ignorance was nothing personal with him, it was just me being young and naive.

    *The following events were not known to me at the time*

    In 2004 (I was 9) my eldest brother who was 19 at the time was diagnosed with lymphoma. At the time, he was studying Computing at Imperial College London and had a bright future ahead of him. Over the next 2 years his health gradually began to deteriorate. He took a year out of uni because chemo rendered him very weak.

    I frequently asked him and my mother what is wrong, as I began to see him get very unwell. He would always tell me "it's nothing I'm just a little unwell" - my mother would reiterate this.

    In the second year of his fight against cancer, the cancer spread to his lungs. He was struggling to breath, and needed an oxygen supply. He could not move without feeling pain because of the chemo. He could not speak or eat because of how sore his throat was because of the chemo, and he had to be tube fed. But still, he would always find the energy to smile in front of those who visited him (I visited him every day with my father).

    Still, not knowing what is wrong, I assumed all would be well, as I was never told anything serious was wrong, and was too young to even know what cancer was, or too even consider the inevitable reality that is death.

    Summer 2006 my brother wanted to leave hospital after being told he is terminally ill and could die at any moment. He wanted to spend his last few days close to his family.

    A few days later I woke up at around 4am to pray the morning prayer [Fajr]. After washing myself, I walked downstairs to get a drink to clench my thirst before praying. I noticed my family were gathered in the living room, unusually very silent. I was very confused but went on to pray.

    After I finished praying my father approached me and said. "Your brother passed away last night, may God have mercy on him".

    I began to cry in my dads arms. All the memories I've had with my brother ran through my mind. I was waiting for when I would wake up and realise it was a bad dream.

    My father asked me "Do you want to see him?" (He passed away in his bedroom). I didn't answer the question, but went in to his room to see him anyway. He lay on his back with a pale face and blue lips, but still smiling, even in his eternal sleep.

    It was he who shaped my life. Till this day remembering him and his actions is what motivates me to be successful in what I do, as that is something he was, and wanted his friends and family to be too.
    That is such a heart breakening story...I'm really sorry to hear about that...it's acc made me cry cuz it just reminded me of my uncle who I was even closer to than I was to my mum..and like two years ago he passed away..just a couple of days before his wedding...may ur brother get the best place jannah...


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    (Original post by goam)
    I'm all good thanks Hope you are too (perhaps not, after getting your backside kicked by those guys in your last video ) & yeahh ty, I wanna stay on the down low lol
    Good to hear you're good! Aha they well too lmfao. Sorry I haven't been in contact recently, I have been really busyyyyy.
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    (Original post by That Arab Guy)
    Share a [short or long] story that you can attribute to the direction your life has taken [negative or positive, fiction or real].

    Here's mine:

    I didn't care about education, and I was one of the worst achievers in my year. All I did was play video games when I got home, and care little for anything else.

    My eldest brother came to the UK as a refugee at the age of 8 [with my parents in 1993] because it wasn't safe back home - there was a civil war [between 1991 and 2002] which took the lives of many innocent people, including those who are family and friends.

    My brother was a hardworking person who was a top achiever in school, even though he started out in primary school here in the UK knowing no English. He achieved straight A's at A-levels back in 2003.

    On several occasions he encouraged me to put some effort in to my education and always offered to help me, but I would usually ignore him [regarding these topics]. I got along really well with my brother, and he is my favourite brother, my ignorance was nothing personal with him, it was just me being young and naive.

    *The following events were not known to me at the time*

    In 2004 (I was 9) my eldest brother who was 19 at the time was diagnosed with lymphoma. At the time, he was studying Computing at Imperial College London and had a bright future ahead of him. Over the next 2 years his health gradually began to deteriorate. He took a year out of uni because chemo rendered him very weak.

    I frequently asked him and my mother what is wrong, as I began to see him get very unwell. He would always tell me "it's nothing I'm just a little unwell" - my mother would reiterate this.

    In the second year of his fight against cancer, the cancer spread to his lungs. He was struggling to breath, and needed an oxygen supply. He could not move without feeling pain because of the chemo. He could not speak or eat because of how sore his throat was because of the chemo, and he had to be tube fed. But still, he would always find the energy to smile in front of those who visited him (I visited him every day with my father).

    Still, not knowing what is wrong, I assumed all would be well, as I was never told anything serious was wrong, and was too young to even know what cancer was, or too even consider the inevitable reality that is death.

    Summer 2006 my brother wanted to leave hospital after being told he is terminally ill and could die at any moment. He wanted to spend his last few days close to his family.

    A few days later I woke up at around 4am to pray the morning prayer [Fajr]. After washing myself, I walked downstairs to get a drink to clench my thirst before praying. I noticed my family were gathered in the living room, unusually very silent. I was very confused but went on to pray.

    After I finished praying my father approached me and said. "Your brother passed away last night, may God have mercy on him".

    I began to cry in my dads arms. All the memories I've had with my brother ran through my mind. I was waiting for when I would wake up and realise it was a bad dream.

    My father asked me "Do you want to see him?" (He passed away in his bedroom). I didn't answer the question, but went in to his room to see him anyway. He lay on his back with a pale face and blue lips, but still smiling, even in his eternal sleep.

    It was he who shaped my life. Till this day remembering him and his actions is what motivates me to be successful in what I do, as that is something he was, and wanted his friends and family to be too.
    I am sorry to hear about your loss. Inna lillahi wa inna ilayhi raji'un (Surely we belong to Allah and to him we shall return). May Allah reunite you and your brother in Jannah. Ameen.

    SubhanAllah what an emotional story. I understand what you must have gone through, as I lost my big brother too years ago.
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    (Original post by That Arab Guy)
    Share a [short or long] story that you can attribute to the direction your life has taken [negative or positive, fiction or real].

    Here's mine:

    I didn't care about education, and I was one of the worst achievers in my year. All I did was play video games when I got home, and care little for anything else.

    My eldest brother came to the UK as a refugee at the age of 8 [with my parents in 1993] because it wasn't safe back home - there was a civil war [between 1991 and 2002] which took the lives of many innocent people, including those who are family and friends.

    My brother was a hardworking person who was a top achiever in school, even though he started out in primary school here in the UK knowing no English. He achieved straight A's at A-levels back in 2003.

    On several occasions he encouraged me to put some effort in to my education and always offered to help me, but I would usually ignore him [regarding these topics]. I got along really well with my brother, and he is my favourite brother, my ignorance was nothing personal with him, it was just me being young and naive.

    *The following events were not known to me at the time*

    In 2004 (I was 9) my eldest brother who was 19 at the time was diagnosed with lymphoma. At the time, he was studying Computing at Imperial College London and had a bright future ahead of him. Over the next 2 years his health gradually began to deteriorate. He took a year out of uni because chemo rendered him very weak.

    I frequently asked him and my mother what is wrong, as I began to see him get very unwell. He would always tell me "it's nothing I'm just a little unwell" - my mother would reiterate this.

    In the second year of his fight against cancer, the cancer spread to his lungs. He was struggling to breath, and needed an oxygen supply. He could not move without feeling pain because of the chemo. He could not speak or eat because of how sore his throat was because of the chemo, and he had to be tube fed. But still, he would always find the energy to smile in front of those who visited him (I visited him every day with my father).

    Still, not knowing what is wrong, I assumed all would be well, as I was never told anything serious was wrong, and was too young to even know what cancer was, or too even consider the inevitable reality that is death.

    Summer 2006 my brother wanted to leave hospital after being told he is terminally ill and could die at any moment. He wanted to spend his last few days close to his family.

    A few days later I woke up at around 4am to pray the morning prayer [Fajr]. After washing myself, I walked downstairs to get a drink to clench my thirst before praying. I noticed my family were gathered in the living room, unusually very silent. I was very confused but went on to pray.

    After I finished praying my father approached me and said. "Your brother passed away last night, may God have mercy on him".

    I began to cry in my dads arms. All the memories I've had with my brother ran through my mind. I was waiting for when I would wake up and realise it was a bad dream.

    My father asked me "Do you want to see him?" (He passed away in his bedroom). I didn't answer the question, but went in to his room to see him anyway. He lay on his back with a pale face and blue lips, but still smiling, even in his eternal sleep.

    It was he who shaped my life. Till this day remembering him and his actions is what motivates me to be successful in what I do, as that is something he was, and wanted his friends and family to be too.
    This is so sad man, it must have been hard, especially at such a young age. At least you can make him proud of you, and inshallah you will.


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    Im sorry to hear this as you were young it must have been hard brother :/ inshallah you will make him feel proud & may Allah grant him the highest rank in Jannah , feel free to Pm me if you want to talk:console:
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    Goddddddddd :cry2: may your brother rest in peace
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    I would've if chat section allowed anon, but it doesn't so not now. I don't mind telling friends but not openly like this
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    My condolences, cancer is a *****, RIP to your brother
 
 
 
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