The Cricket Bat
Tahir awoke one Saturday morning, rubbed his eyes and recited his dua for when waking up. “Alhamdu lillahil lazi ahyaana ba’da ma amaatana wa ilaihin nushoor.” (All praise is due to Allah who gave us life, after having given us death and to Him we shall return.) He then lay in bed planning his day. He heard his father making salaam and then heard the sound of an engine running, as his father set off to work. It’s about 7.30 a.m. he thought to himself, hugging his pillow.
Just then, he heard sounds that made him jump out of bed. Crrunch! Crack! Splinter! What he just remembered, gave him a sick feeling in his stomach. He rushed over to the window, dreading what he would see. He saw his father get out of the car and look under it. Muaaz’s cricket bat lay in the driveway, broken in half. Tahir had borrowed it yesterday and had promised to look after it. Muaaz would be so angry with him. His parents would be angry too. They were always reminding him not to leave his things lying around. What was he going to do?
Tahir went outside after his father drove off. He found the broken cricket bat and hid it in the garage. He then went to tell his mother what had happened and asked for her advice. “Well Tahir,” said his mother, “you will have to tell Muaaz about it and apologize. You will also have to make amends for it.”
“How am I going to tell him,” asked Tahir. ” He will get so angry.”
Tahir couldn’t find the courage to tell Muaaz about the bat and avoided him all morning instead. His feelings of guilt and worry grew worse. What was he going to do?
As they were finishing lunch that day, Tahir’s father asked, “Which careless child left a cricket bat lying in the driveway? I didn’t see it and drove over it this morning. It’s broken now and – ” Muaaz looked accusingly at Tahir and shouted at him, “Don’t ever borrow anything of mine again! How could you be so careless?” He got up and stormed angrily out of the room.
Their father then turned to Tahir saying, “You are going to use this month’s pocket money to buy a new cricket bat for Muaaz. Now go and apologize to him.” Tahir entered Muaaz’s bedroom and saw him lying on his bed. “I’m really sorry, Muaaz,” said Taahir. “You should have told me about it yourself,” said Muaaz, glaring at him.
“I wanted to,” said Taahir, “but I was afraid to tell you. Insha’Allah I will buy you another bat soon, to replace it. Please forgive me!”
“Okay,” said Muaaz, “but please take better care of things in future. Don’t be so careless!”
Tahir was relieved that his brother had forgiven him and wished that he had owned up sooner. It had been terrible to feel so guilty all day. He was determined to be more careful in future.