I remember walking into the union for my first jumu`ah prayer on campus. I saw this guyanese kid with a thin line-beard, dressed quite ghettoish, staring at the khatib, and I thought to myself, “Wow, he’s pretty dark.” Yes, that is a true story.
Either way, that was the first time we “met”. Not much of a meeting since we didnt utter a single word to each other, but soon after we became a freshmen duo – rather a trio, with Naveed. With your active nature and connections (with everyone in the whole world), my supposed passion for fiqh, and Naveed’s crude humor there is no doubt in my mind why the Stony Brook Muslim Students Association is such a success. After all, we were in line to take charge and we did – in a way.
Some good memories during these past 3-4 years. Sitting at the EOB with Mujeeb trying to figure out his name and major. Watching you cry on the balcony like a little girl. Yes! I have witnessed Amir, the MujahideenRyder, cry! All those Chicken Guy runs. Spending nights playing cards. Going to MSA East Zone in Virginia and Maryland, and doing all the crazy stuff we did there. Watching you strive and overcome all barriers to get engaged. Going to Toronto and the border incident (lol). Singing nasheeds with you every week. The list is endless.
So, with that I say Happy Birthday my dear friend. It is really shocking that youre a month and fifteen days older than me. Yet, Insha’Allah, you will live a long, prosperous, and beneficial life. This is our last year together in University, and our last year seeing each other for the next couple of years since I’ll be leaving soon. You’ve been a great friend though and thank you for that.
Ever need anything dont hesitate to give a shout out. You can be certain that I’ll reply and be there in whatever way I can. My friends and loved ones mean the world to me and I would do anything for them.
Your true friend is the one who remains with you
And will even hurt himself to benefit you
And if the trials of life ever challenge you He’ll risk his very self to protect you.
(Imam Ghazali in his Ihya)
I leave, with deep love for you and prayers for your success.