As the oldest sibling there were a few years in my early childhood that I had nobody to play with. So I would run from one end of my parents’ apartment to the next fighting with my imaginary friends. Boy was I good at martial arts… in my own imagination of course.
We would play power Rangers. I would even lose the battle sometimes and “die.” This is all on home video footage and it’s a very cute memory. It certainly influences my imagination for the rest of my life and even today.
As I grew out of religion, my parents became paranoid and fiercely religious as a result. They over compensate by trying to aggressively brainwash my younger brothers.
Every day, my mother makes it obligatory for my brothers to learn Quranic Arabic from Nouman Ali Khan in the Bayyinah institute website, watch his lectures, listen to music such as Jae Deen, Karter Zaher, etc. recite extra dua, and she spends a lot of face to face time with them where she teaches them about Islam, their duties on this earth, Allah, etc. Click to keep on reading!