My name is Sayfullah.
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I like having my soup with koobeh.
I hang out with Ibn-ul-Khattab. He knows a lot. He always teaches me the sayings of Abu Mulaykah al-Darimi. When we meet each other, we always recite the Surah al-`Asr:
“By time! Surely the human being is at loss. Except for those who have faith and do righteous deeds and exhort one another to truth and exhort one another to patience.”
This is really cool. I know going to an arcade is cool, too, but Ibn-ul-Khattab says it is decadent and full of unbeliever’s distractions.
Sometimes I go to my room and go over stuff I have. The best thing I have is the dagger I got for my birthday when I became 12. Hamdulillah! I polish it every Friday. It is shiny, like a mirror.
Four days a week I work at a sausage factory on Vernor. I pack sausages into crates. There is always a sausage or two that is crooked. I have to cut it. My boss Jim says I can cut sausages with my dagger if I want. It looks like a butcher's knife, there's nothing wrong with it.
Jim is a kafir. He belongs to the forces of Kufr. The unbelievers. But I have to listen to what he says because this is my job.
He lets us work our own way, he knows it’s only better for the business. That way I’ll sharpen my dagger at work and, bismillah, get to be real good at it.
A man is not a real man if he doesn’t pray, doesn’t work and doesn’t know how to handle a weapon.
Ibn-ul-Khattab says we need to know our weapons. He is smart. He says we have to be always ready. Our faith is the best. It is the most powerful, and it is spreading, inshallah. He says our Ummah needs guys like me.
I am ready. I am Sayfullah. My name means “the sword of Allah.”