Bro K scrolled down through the 'People you may Know' list on his Facebook page.

H. S

Kim Jon

Heedaryaht 'Sunnalised girl' Harneeforwoshe

Sis R.A Mustapha. Hmm, interesting.

Bro K clicked on her profile.

Graduated from Nice Uni.
Studied beautiful course.
Went to XYZ Montessori School.
Single.

He was liking this more and more. He read her Intro.

"I am a Muslimah seeking Allah's face." Nice.

They even had one mutual friend: Ustaz N.

Splendid
.
Bro K sent her a friend request.

Sis R.A Mustapha was reading a post on her newsfeed when the PC beeped. She had a new friend request. It was from someone called Bro K. She was sceptical about accepting requests from unknown people, especially males. A further check on his profile revealed that they both had Ustaz N as a mutual friend. She decided to accept his request.

Bro K beamed. His request had been accepted. On to messenger sharpaly.

'Assalamu alaykum sister'

'Waalaykumsalam brother'

'Are you salaffy?'

No reply from Sis. R.A

'Okay then. Can I know you better?'

This brother wants to make me regret my decision to accept his friend request. She decided to tell him off once and for all. If he refused to desist, the 'block' button was waiting.

'Okay. I am a Muslimah and I am engaged to be married.'

It was true. Her aqd was two weeks away.

No response from Bro. K.

Hmm, na you sabi. Bro K. decided to put up a post on Fb.

"All these new generation sisters be like: 'I am engaged.' Please, you are either single or married. Faqot." #oshiradarada #nothinginbetween. #followthesunnahofrasul.

His post generated 100 reactions and 40 comments in an hour.

...Don't mind those sisters bros me. That is how they are jare.

...Yes o. akagumming themselves to one person. #enoughfishesinthesea

...Was that the way of the sahabiyyah?

...Passing by jejely...

...Please who has Nokia charger?

Sis R.A read the post and comments and she laughed. She utilised the 'block' button.

............

Elsewhere on CyberSpace...

Sis. F adjusted her selfie stick and pouted. The camera clicked. She studied the picture. Nah, this won't do. Her pout was too pronounced and the lipstick too...red. Even filter won't get rid of this. The Jumu'ah picture had to be perfect. She dabbed her mouth with wipes, adjusted her hijab and struck another pose, taking care not to pout too much this time. Her friend Sis W. walked in just as she took the picture.

"Assalamu alaykum warahmatullahi F. How far? Ready for Jumu'ah?

"Waalaykumsalam warahmatullahi wabarakatuhu W. I am fine. God save you o. If you had photobombed my pix ehn..."

Sis F studied the photo and was satisfied with the image that stared back at her. It was ready for Instagram. She would record for Snapchat at the entrance to the masjid. She proceeded to upload the pic on Fb and Instagram, with the caption: 'hijab and makeup on fleek, Jumu'ah on point.'

"Come o, F. Must you upload a photo of everything you do? Haba, where is your hayaa (bashfulness) now?" Sis W. inquired.

"Please hayaa dey for him own lane jo. See this life is fleeting ojere and it will end. But you see all these likes I get on I.G and Fb? They will be there forever titi lai lai."

She glanced at her phone, it had been beeping continuously since she had uploaded the photos.

"See what I am talking about? A hundred likes in two minutes. People have even commented".

...Pretty hajia.

...Happy jumuah. You look takeaway.

...Sweet alaja F. Your lips are inviting.

...Send me your contact na. Pls, I am dying...

Sis F was on cloud nine. These people ain't seen nothing yet...

...........

Meanwhile somewhere else on the internet...

Bro M and Bro. J are surfing on Fb. Bro M is scrolling through his newsfeed, while Bro J looks on disinterestedly. Bro M scrolls through his list of suggested groups:

The Genius Hacks.

Muslim People

Muslim Women's Space. (FEMALES ONLY)

Bro M clicked on Muslim Women's Space.

'I wonder what they are doing there that people cannot see.' He said aloud to himself

"What?" Bro J asked.

"I said I wonder what these women are hiding. Imagine saying a group is for only Muslim women."

He read the group description. "... space for Muslimahs to air their concerns in a conducive environment..."

"Hian! What are they airing...?"

"Maybe they just want a space where they can feel comfortable to let go and talk about female stuff now." Bro J cut in.

"I disagree. A man should be there to set them aright. Don't you know that is how all these feministic tendencies start?" Bro M was vexed.

"I don't think so. So what is your plan now, you wan join female only group?"

"I will try. I will be doing the ummah a service."

Bro M clicked 'Join' and three questions popped up:

Are you a muslimah?
Do you promise to abide by the rules of the group?
Do you promise to revere your Lord in your dealings with other group members?

Bro J looked away from the computer screen to Bro M's face. "Hmm fear Allah. I have said my own o."

Bro M looked back defiantly at Bro J and answered 'Yes' to all the questions. After all, he only wanted to keep them from going astray...

"O you who have believed, fear Allah. And let every soul look to what it has put forth for tomorrow – and fear Allah. Indeed, Allah is Acquainted with what you do." Quran 59:18.