Abdul turned his head to look where Jason was pointing.
“Who?” He said.
Jason stared blankly at the empty space on the bench.
“He was just…” He said.
He then shook his head from side to side and brushed off the thought.
“Nevermind.” He said.
“Tell me more bruh.” He said.
“About what?”
“The Religion… Allah… Everything.”
“What would you like to know?” He said as he began to light the blunt.
“Other Religions, why would God create them if they are erroneous and should not be followed.”
Abdul stopped lighting the blunt and looked towards Jason.
“The first thing you should know bruh.” He said.
“Islam is the only Religion accepted by Allah. Even though He was the One to create all the other Religions. Because He is the Creator of all and He is Khaaliq. May Allah raise the rank of our master Muhammad sallallahu alayhi wa sallam and may he protect his Muslim nation from that which he fears.
“Wh-what?”
“God only chooses Islam.” Abdul said.
Jason looked at Abdul as he spoke. “Oh…”
“Why though?” He asked.
“Because Islam is a perfect Religion and it’s flawless.” Abdul said.
“What about other Religions like Christianity? Isn’t it flawless and perfect?” Jason asked.
Abdul lifted up the blunt up to his mouth and he took a slow drag.
“Jason…” He said.
“Christianity and all other Religions are beautiful and great. No doubt about that.” He said.
Jason shook his head slowly. “Yes, I agree.”
Abdul took another hit of the blunt and he passed it to Jason. He then slowly blew the smoke out from his mouth.
“But… they have been perverted… tampered with… over the years.”
“Islam is the only true one. Every other religion stems from Islam.”
“There are many Religions, but only one God. Remember that bro.”
“So what’s wrong with Christianity? Why is it erroneous?”
“The belief system bro. They believe that God has a son. And they believe that God died and was bought back to life. We don’t believe in that.”
“So when they make supplication and be like ‘O Heavenly Father’, that’s wrong?” He asked.
Abdul shook his head from side to side.
“Ain’t nothing wrong with that bro. If they are referring to the fact that He’s not really our father but our Creator. I mean… Allah said in the Qur’an that He created our father Prophet Adam with His own hands, but His Hands are unlike the creation’s hands completely.” He said.
Jason nodded his head slowly.
“But… that statement denotes a negative connotation.”
“If you don’t truly believe that He’s our father, if it’s only a metaphor then OKAY. But the problem is… they believe that he’s truly our father.”
“Okay… If He’s not our father than what is He?” Jason asked.
“Jason when referring to Allah, it’s not permissible to classify Him as ‘what’ rather a “Who?”
“Who is He?” Jason asked.
Abdul paused for a minute. He took another hit of the blunt and passed it to Jason.
“Before you blow that Jason, I must warn you. This is Haraam and a major sin, and it will only lead to your destruction.” He said.
Jason looked at him and nodded his head slowly.
“Uh… okay…” He said as he took the blunt.
“Now… to answer your question.” Abdul said.
“Who is Allah?”
“Allah is God. He is not our father, grandfather, or anything like that. And He is not an old white man in the sky with a white beard and reading glasses.” He said.
“Describing Him as such would be cursing God.”
“This is why it is vital to gain knowledge, because if you don’t know your Lord then you will have a misconception about Him.” Abdul said.
“So doesn’t it make sense to gain knowledge before saying your Shahada and becoming Muslim?” Jason asked as he put the blunt to his mouth and took a drag.
Abdul shook his head really fast from side to side really fast,
“No, absolutely not.” He said,
“How come?” He asked.
Abdul turned his whole body to face Jason.
“Because you can die ANYTIME bro. If you die and you not Muslim than it’s a wrap.” He said.
Jason looked at him and didn’t say anything. He slowly shook his head from side to side.
“That’s crazy.” He said as he took another drag of the blunt and passed it to Abdul.
“This that green crack?” He asked as DuLi took the blunt.
“This jawn got me stir fried rice!” He said.
Abdul gave a wide smile and laughed. “Naw bro.”
“This some OG.” He said.
Jason looked at Abdul in the face as he spoke. But he only saw his lips moving. He couldn’t hear a word he was saying.
He then turned his head and faced forward. “I miss my woman bro.”
“Who?” Abdul asked.
“Christy, you know the jawn I was telling you about.”
“Who? The one with the fat butt?” He asked.
Jason laughed out loud and began to smile.
“Yeah.” He said.
“I married her bro.” He said.
Jason was expecting Abdul to look at him in awe and open his mouth wide in shock. But he only stared at him in the face and slowly nodded his head up and down.
“May Allah sustain your marriage.” He said.
Jason gave Abdul a long stare and twisted his lip.
“You don’t think… I’m too young?” He asked.
“Too young for what?” Abdul asked as he took a drag of the blunt.
“For marriage?” He said.
“The signs of puberty for men are three for males. The emission of semen, coarse hair on the private part, or fifteen lunar years of age.”
“Has any of those happened to you.” He asked.
“Yeah, I busted a…”
“Bro you are GAY! Idc which one happened to you. Why is you telling me?” He said.
Jason smiled and shook Abdul’s hand.
“My fault bro.” He said as he laughed.
Jason then reached in his pocket and pulled out his Samsung Galaxy Note III. Then he went to Christy’s Facebook profile and showed him her default picture.
“This is her bro.” He said.
“She bad right?” He said as he held the phone in front of Abdul’s face.
DuLi took a long hit of the blunt and held the smoke in. He blew up both of his cheeks like a balloon and he nodded his head.
Jason then drew the phone back and looked at her picture.
“She’s really special to me bro.”
“I feel you.” Abdul said.
“Is it cool if I call her real quick?” Jason asked.
Abdul nodded his head. “Go ahead bruh.”
Jason then went to his call log and tapped Christy’s name. The phone rang once… twice… on the third ring she picked up.
“Hello.” She said with a low voice.
“Bae wyd... I miss you!” He said.
“I miss you too… just laying down.”
“You finished doing your squats?” He asked.
Christy laughed softly. “Yes.”
“Bae, ik you trying get your butt game up for me… but I want you to know. That’s not why I love you. I love you for what’s on the INSIIDDEE.”
Christy began to laugh softly and she smiled.
“Mhmm…” She said.
“Bae can I ask you a question?”
“Yes Jason.”
“Why do your butt stink?”
Christy laughed out loud. “Boy my butt do not stink!.” She said while laughing.
“Yes it does bae, you be farting.”
“Jason no I don’t.”
“Bae even though your butt stink I still love you.”