My title is sister Jedeedah. I’m a sister of 21. I’m in my closing 12 months degree. I’m a sufferer of Facebook post. If I had been requested that what did I remorse utilizing most in my life, I will say vividly that it is a smartphone, no ‘Facebook’ to be exact.

I opened my Facebook account whereas I used to be 17 years. Then, I used to be in Senior Secondary School 2. Then, I used to be utilizing a small telephone, Tecno however wasn’t an android telephone. So, I wasn’t a freak about what was taking place on the road of Zuckerberg which is also called Facebook.

I acquired my first android telephone, Infinix once I gained admission to a better establishment. My mother and father noticed it as a necessity then. They did not know that it was the instrument that will destroy my life. If they know, they would not have allowed me to make use of it for as soon as.


Hmmm, expensive pal, I imagine that Facebook is a path to Hell. I’ve deleted it on my telephone and I cannot and by no means have it put in until I die. This is a covenant I’ve made with my Lord. Though, my discretion on the usage of Facebook could also be totally different from yours. But I want you study from my previous. Don’t decide me current with this story as a result of _”Inna Llaha, Gafuurun Raheem”_.

I began utilizing my lovely smartphone for assignments as deliberate for my mother and father however at a cut-off date, I began mingling with ‘Maa shallah sisters’. Sisters like sister Sageerah, sister Kitaabah and sister Nabdah are Facebook addicts. Anytime they placed on their Hijab and matched it with their baggage and footwear, they used to take selfies and share them on their Facebook profile. I usually acquired mesmerised by the feedback of individuals on their posts. The least variety of feedback after they share their photos is like 128. So I made a decision to be like them on Facebook.

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Hmmm!!! I mingled and because of this, I met my doom. I began sharing my photos and inside weeks, I gained numerous followers. Different folks began non-public chatting with me. Most of them are males.

Chats like ‘As-salaam Alaikum sister… I like your swag’, ‘Hi sis, can I’ve your digits for a greater chat?’, ‘Hello lovely babe in lovely Hijab, I’m Rajeem, inform me extra about your self’… But I’ve had an orientation on the MSSN programme for the reason that time I used to be in secondary faculty that partaking in a premarital relationship when one will not be prepared for Nikkah is harmful. And, I’ve determined to not have a boyfriend till I’m prepared to interact in marital journey. So, anytime I believe {that a} chat from a male has hidden agenda, I will not reply.


But there was a selected man, ‘Rajeem’ by title who used to disturb me along with his chat usually. It was as if he was monitoring all my motion. His chat was the primary I’ll obtain early within the morning. Despite the truth that I would not reply, he would even be the final one to DM me earlier than sleeping. He additionally used to touch upon all my photos. Comments like “Sweetie, I love your dressing. Can’t wait to meet you”.

Dear pal, his feedback had been all the time nauseating however I believed that silence is one of the best reply for a idiot. But there was today I could not maintain my anger, his remark that day made me vex and despatched bangers of abusive phrases to him on his messenger. I abused him like… I abused him and I do know that I abused somebody silly. I referred to as him totally different form of names. I referred to as him ‘pig, he-goat, senseless fellow, womaniser, silly, fool, imbecile, moron…’

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Since then, he did not chat me up once more and I felt reliefed, I noticed that I’ve conquered a struggle on Facebook.


Another story of my life began whereas I used to be in my second semester of 200 degree. I slept that unfateful afternoon and had a dream {that a} man was having intercourse with me. I enjoyed the sex to the extent of offing my undies and giving ecstasy sounds. Suddenly, I heard a nock at my door, that was once I realised that I used to be deep in sleep. Waking from my sleep, I noticed myself bare. Hmmm, all my underwear had been within the ground. But, the door was locked, nobody within the room, and… What occurred? I questioned myself however nobody to reply the silly query I requested. More unlucky that day was that my mattress was stained with blood adopted with semen. I simply completed my menstruation every week in the past. What is that this? I requested myself one other silly query and nobody was their to reply.

When Anger Kills

The nock on my door saved banging. ‘Who is that’, I requested,

“It is me, sister Rubayyah. The door is locked, please open the door” I heard that voice of my neighbour.

“I am coming”, I replied.

As I used to be about standing from the mattress, I felt a sharp pain in my virginal. That was once I realised doubtless that somebody has slept with me in the true sense.

Hmmm, expensive pal, that was the way it began. The downside turned worse on a regular basis. At occasions, this might occur to me like 4 occasions in every week. It acquired to some extent that my sexual urge will simply acquired aroused whereas I used to be in lecture room, it might acquired to some extent that I will not be capable to control my libido again than to hurry down to bathroom. Locking myself up in the bathroom, I’ll really feel {that a} man visited me to have sexual activity with me utilizing totally different type. In the true sense, I might be altering my place in order that he can simply penetrate deeply. Once he acquired glad, he would disappear. I might see the semen flowing out from my virginal. I might simply clear up myself and left for house.


_To be continued_

Raheem Hameed

August 15, 2021