AL ISLAH CENTER

Case Studies.

Abdullah

Muhammad Uzair

Muhammad Ijaz

Muhammad_Ijaz

Abdullah

Abdullah and Shoaib are two brothers from South Waziristan who, like other children, stepped into childhood in the smell of gun powder and noise of bullets.
Abdullah’s father departed from them forever, when he was targeted in a drone attack, while he was buying clothes for his children for Eid in the market; and left behind him his eight children helpless.
Abdullah tells his story like this, “After the martyrdom of my father, my family shifted from South Waziristan to Meeran Shah in search of peace. But, there too, we had to face the bullets and gun powder. I was very small but looking at that situation, I thought that I would also become a great commander and would fight, as there was no idea of pen and book in that area.
My mother would sew clothes for the livelihood of our eight siblings. But we did not have any hope of life in those circumstances. Compelled by poverty, one day my mother decided to send me and my younger brother Shoaib to an orphanage (AL ISLAH CENTER Mardan).
We were really annoyed when we were leaving our mother and sisters. But we did not know that this institution will prove to be a paradise like gift on earth from Allah (S.W.T).
I got parents like love at AL ISLAH CENTER. We started our early education in this institute. Now I read in class 7th and my younger brother Shoaib reads in class 5th. We are memorizing the Holy Quran by heart. While in the field of sports, we both brothers, are very good volleyball players. We want to do something special when we grow up. I want to become a doctor while Shoaib wants to be an army officer and protect the borders of the country. We remember our childhood very well, so we have determined that no child should be deprived of education, and we shall spend all our lives for achieving this goal.”

Muhammad Uzair

Nature gifts all humans. With some people she is very bounteous. With little Uzair she more than a kind mother. Uzair, a young prodigy from Swat has all the natural gifts and talents that are enviable for all people of his age. His father was a police officer that pampered his son from and fulfilled all his childish wishes. No one in the neighborhood could match Uzair in dress, toys, and sports kit. Coming of school age, Uzair’ s father admitted him in a standard private school. On religious festivals Uzair would get, not one but many suits that would make youngsters of his jealous. Uzair says, “I divide my life into four stages. The first was the glorious early childhood. Rich with parental love childish possessions. The second and sorrowful stage started suddenly when my father succumbed to a road accident. I had just crossed five and could hardly realize that my happy days ended with my father’s life. It was my father who has sheltered me from the grim realities of life. The hard facts of a fatherless life dawned on me slowly. My mother had colorful dreams for me. And all those dreams had gone sour. Eid’s now returned only to refresh our wounds. Our relatives had left and forgotten us forever, with my father’s demise. From a well-furnished room in a standard school, I transferred to the cold bare floor of a local school. Instead of three-time meal a day, we would have a single meal now and that too only bare bread with a glass of water. What ached my mother’s heart was watching her son’s talents being ruthlessly ruined. Every night she would hold me tight to her bosom and would cry, leaving hot tears on my head. Somebody advised my grandfather to get me to an orphanage in Mardan called AL ISLAH CENTER. And it turned out to be a revolution in my little world. My mother suppressed her sentiments, and I was saw off to AL ISLAH CENTER. That was a painful moment beyond description. I arrived in the world of AL ISLAH CENTER. And I came by a new life. I felt as if my father had returned to make me meet my destiny. In a week I almost forgot that I was a miserable orphan. The staff here supplanted both my parents. With a new and stronger zest and verve I restarted my education. I get the same clothes and food and playing goods that my father would give me. I feel a prince. I feel my old paradise has been restored to me! Now I have completed memorizing the Holy Quran, have learnt its translation, and reading in Class 8th. Alongside study of dozens of books, AL ISLAH CENTER enabled me to participate in various workshops, trainings, and events. I have totally unlearnt the painful period following my father’s death. I have set myself a life goal: to be a medical doctor of distinction. I have trust in myself and in my struggle. I remember my mother’s tears and a day will certainly come when I will see her smiling, happy and satisfied.

Muhammad Ijaz

Helpless and fatherless in front of ruthless human fate, Muhammad Ijaz son of Muhammad Ismail (late) directed his little steps towards AL ISLAH CENTER Mardan, guided by one of his neighbors and accompanied by an elder brother and a sister on 8 September 2002.
Let us read Muhammad Ijaz’s story in his own words:
“My name is Muhammad Ijaz. Almost 17 years ago I stepped inside the gate of AL ISLAH CENTER. We were four siblings. My father succumbed to a cardiac failure. Our mother remained our sole mainstay. With our father’s demise, all our relatives severed their connections with us so that we may not ask them for half a loaf of bread.
By then I was 2 years old and my elder brother was past his sixth birthday. In that tender age we could not earn. It was hoped that grandparents would take the burden of our sustenance and education. To our bad luck, they turned enemies and countered all steps that our mother wanted for our education in her most miserable conditions. They had certain stale and embedded stereotypes: if their own children had been uneducated, let their grandchildren fare so too. Our mother was not disappointed. She came to know of AL ISLAH CENTER and requested a neighbor to consign us to the Center on 8 September 2002. For our bright future she could suffer our separation. My elder brother could not bear the painful separation and returned home. I persisted. From 2002 to 2015 AL ISLAH CENTER was my home and its staff my parents. During my stay here, I finished Quran four time with translation, completed Dars e Nizami, did my matric, DAE Civil and then B. Com. Afterwards I worked in many organizations on probationary basis.
By the grace of Allah, today I am working as accountant in the same organization that brought me up. I pray for the health and well-being of all the staff of AL ISLAH CENTER, especially for its Chairman Maulana Inayat ur Rehman that he may continue his noble efforts for the survival of the homeless and parentless of the society.
I am thankful to Allah for enabling me to materialize my mom’s dreams through AL ISLAH CENTER and its administrators.

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