Eternal Success Syllabus

Ali Doesn’t Give Up

The car race was due to start in an hour and Ali was almost at the racetrack. He had woken up early to check his engine, fill his tyres with more air and make sure all the adjustments he had made were functioning correctly. As usual, the race would be at the Formula 1 track in Dubai, just minutes from his flat. While he drove through the busy streets, Ali thought about how, if he had lived at the time of the Prophet Muhammad, peace and blessings be upon him, he would have loved to race a camel through the desert.

He stopped at the traffic lights at a crossroads. He had driven this way many times before so he knew they would be red for some time. Taking his hands off the steering wheel, he glanced momentarily out of the window.

Something caught his eye. Something small and furry. It was a kitten. It was so tiny it may have only been a few days old. It’s light grey form darted under the car.

The lights turned green.

Ali looked in all his mirrors, but the kitten was nowhere to be seen. What if it was still under the car? What if moving the car would hurt it?

The cars behind him started beeping.

He put his hazard lights on to warn the other cars, took off his seatbelt and stepped out of the car. He bent down on all fours and peered underneath. Although he looked all around, the tiny kitten was nowhere to be seen. He sighed. Perhaps it had run away when he got out of the car. He was about to stand up when he heard something.

A faint meow. But where was it coming from? He took his keyring torch out of his pocket and shone it around. He had to lie flat on his tummy to look up at the base of the car. Then…he noticed something moving. The kitten had climbed up into the underbody of the car! There was no way he could reach her. How could he get her to come back out?

Just then he heard a shrill whistle and sat up suddenly, to see a policeman coming towards him.

“Assalaamo’alaikum warahmatullahi wabarakatuhu, ma’dha taf’alu? What are you doing?” he asked Ali in a surprised voice.

“Wa alaikumAssalaam warahmatullahi wabarakatuhu,” replied Ali. “A little kitten has climbed into the underbody of my car, and I can’t reach it.”

Together, the two men lay on their stomachs and looked under the car for the kitten.

“Sa’ab jidden,” said policeman finally. “It is too hard. We cannot reach her. You drive home and wait until she climbs out.”

“What if she can’t get out herself?” asked Ali, concerned. “What if she is stuck? We cannot just give up!” Then he made duaa: “

As soon as he finished they heard another voice calling out. The imam of the masjid was walking past and had seen Ali and the policeman lying on the floor.

“Assalaamo’alaikum warahmatullahi wabarakatuhu, ma’dha taf’alu? What are you doing?” he queried.

“Wa alaikumAssalaam warahmatullahi wabarakatuhu,” replied Ali. “There is a kitten stuck in the underbody of my car. We can’t get her out.”

The imam thought for a moment, then made duaa “

Suddenly his face lit up in a bright smile. “I have an idea!” he said. “Let us push the car into the masjid car park, it is only here on the side. Then we can call my brother, he is a mechanic, and he can bring his equipment to help to raise the car and rescue this kitten.”

Ali and the policeman cheered at this brilliant idea. Then Ali got back into the car, took off the hand brake and the policeman and the imam pushed the car with all their strength while Ali steered. They managed to move it a little, but it took a lot of energy for them to push it, so they stopped for a break.

Another voice emerged from someone leaving the masjid. It was Uncle Saalim, the cleaner. “Assalaamo’alaikum warahmatullahi wabarakatuhu, ma’dha taf’alu? What are you doing?” he called out to Ali.

“Wa alaikumAssalaam warahmatullahi wabarakatuhu,” replied Ali.

“We need to push the car to the car park so we can rescue a kitten stuck in it’s underbody.”

“I’ll help,” replied Uncle Saalim, and together the three men pushed and pushed until the car rolled into the masjid car park. As they stopped, panting, Ali got out of the car.

“I’ll call my brother,” said the imam, reaching for his phone.

Ali checked his watch as he waited for the mechanic to arrive. The race would start in 30 minutes. To his relief, the mechanic arrived in five minutes and used his

except what you make easy, and you make the difficult easy if you wish.

Allahumma la sahla illa ma ja`altahu

sahla wa anta taj`al ul-hazna idha shi’ta sahla. O Allah! There is nothing made easy

Allahumma la sahla illa ma

ja`altahu sahla wa anta taj`al ul-hazna idha shi’ta sahla. O Allah! There is nothing made

easy except what you make easy, and you make the difficult easy if you wish.

equipment to jack the car up so that Ali could easily climb underneath. He found the kitten wedged inside the underbody, her big eyes looking terrified. Gently, Ali picked her out, paw by paw, finally loosening her tail. She trembled as he cuddled her in his arms and all the men cheered, “alhammdulillah!”

The policeman was watching her closely as he crouched next to Ali. “She looks hurt,” he said gently. Ali looked sadly down at the cat and then at his watch again. He didn’t want to leave her, but he didn’t want to miss the race.

The imam smiled and tapped Ali on the shoulder. “I will take her to the vet,” he said kindly. “You go to your race, and I will call you after ‘Dhuhr salaah to tell you how she is.”

“It’s ok,” replied Ali calmly. “The racetrack is still five minutes away and we have to take all this off the car and put it back down. I doubt I’ll make it in time.”

“Don’t give up Ali!” exclaimed the policeman, rushing to help the mechanic put the car back down. Ali smiled and hopped into the driver’s seat before waving to them all. “Jazahkallahu kheiran!” he called as he drove off.

Alhammdulillah he made it to the race in time and had a wonderful time with all his friends. They had three races and Ali loved accelerating past the other cars and hearing the engine roar.

After they had prayed Dhuhr salaah together and made their adhkaar, Ali checked his phone, however the imam had not called. He was about to call him when he heard one of his friends call out: “Assalaamo’alaikum warahmatullahi wabarakatuhu, ma’dhaa taf’alu?”

He looked up and there running towards them was the imam, with something in his arms. It was the kitten! It’s leg had a bandage on it but it looked content and comfortable.

“Alhammdulillah, she is ok,” exclaimed Ali happily.

The imam nodded with a smile. “The vet said that she belongs to a lady so I called her but she is not well at the moment, so she asked me if I would find a good home for the kitten. I guess…I guess that is with you,” he said, reluctantly handing her over.

Ali looked at the sadness in the imam’s eyes. Although he wanted to take the beautiful kitten home, he had an even better idea. “Imam, I would like you to keep her please. The racetrack is too noisy and busy for a young kitten and she would be far happier in the masjid as we know all animals love Qur’an.”

The imam thanked him but then started laughing. “What’s so funny?” asked Ali.

“You know, everyone calls me imam now, so you probably don’t know my name.” “Oh…sorry,” responded Ali. “What is your name?”

“It is Abu Huraira, like the companion of the Prophet, peace and blessings be upon him. Do you know what it means?”

Ali started laughing too. “Father of the kitten,” he said. “Please look after her and I will see you both for the ‘Asr salaah,” Ali finished.

As he watched the imam leave the racetrack, Ali’s smile stayed on his face. They hadn’t given up, they had worked together, and Allah had gifted them with a wonderful outcome. Alhammdulillah.