It was narrated by Sa'id ibn Zayd that the Prophet (peace and blessings of Allah be upon him) said, "He who is killed while protecting his property is a martyr, and he who is killed while defending his family, or his blood, or his religion is a martyr." (Sunan Abi Dawud 4772)
Her heart was in her throat. Her mind and body were thrown into overdrive, panic coursing through her veins. Ahlaam sprinted through the building having not a single clue as to where she was or how she would escape.
The building was huge, with countless doors and rooms. They were labeled, but none seemed to have "EXIT" written on them. Every hall led into another, with so many turns and corners it was like a maze.
She was nearly out of breath by the time she found a hanging diagram on one of the walls. With arrows directing towards different recording rooms and sets, a large sign laid out the scheme of the building, starting from her current location. Her eyes scanned the map up and down for an exit. The moment she found one, she heard a sound.
Ya Allah, please no.
Her heart sank into her knotted stomach. Someone was approaching from the exact direction that she needed to go. Worse still, the path behind her was a long hall of locked doors.
Heavy boots stomped up the stairs. She couldn't even breathe. It took every bit of strength she had to muster up the willpower to turn on her heels and run back down the hall. Run, run, run, and run she did.
She choked back tears.
Don't look back.
She ran for the corner. There was no telling how many steps the man had to climb before he reached her level. How soon would he see her? Could she outrun him then?
Ahlaam shook her head trying to do away with all the fearful thoughts in her mind. She was almost there. Down the hall, she could escape into one of the unlocked doors, she hoped. There, she could hide and wait until the path was clear.
As she reached the end of the hall, ready to turn the corner, Ahlaam was alerted by a sudden shout from behind. Against her better judgment, she obeyed her impulse and took a horrified glance back down the way. Sure enough, there stood one of her captors looking back at her with contempt.
With several impossibly long strides, he seemed to narrow the gap between them in seconds. Ahlaam ducked down the corner, running for her life and moving too fast to see the wall of stomach she was about to crash into, until it was too late.
Ahlaam collided with another of Tom Rose's men, smashing face first into his oversized beer-belly. She looked up in shock at the towering brute, and before she could get away he tried to reach for her arm. As she turned around, escaping his first grasp, Ahlaam was caught by her long hair in the man's enormous fist.
He snatched her backwards and down to the ground, easily overpowering her. Ahlaam cried out with a yelp as she fell and the man sneered gleefully. She was down, but not out, however.
After only seconds of struggling, Ahlaam swung back and struck the man with her elbow, hitting him dead center in the groin. His toothy grin fell from his face faster than his heavy mass dropped to the ground in agony. His squealing voice cursed her existence as he let go of her. The threats were more than verbal, however, as Ahlaam then noticed that he was reaching for an exposed firearm.
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Good things come to those who wait, but what of those who choose to chase fate? Might all good efforts go to waste, for those who pursue their goals in haste? Ahmad Abdul-Aziz has lived by many titles; Muslim, American, poet, student, son, and frien...