Arabs call him "Sheikhul Baki". It is indeed a cry. When they tell you to cry, he doesn't cry, it's sobbing... If you look for a single Muhadera in which he finished without crying in his more than 30 tapes, you won't find it.
Dear Readers:- Don't get confused when I write Sheikh's story as "you", I will continue it as "you, you" as necessary, and good reading
. We will discuss why they are arrested and how long their imprisonment will be.
First of all...
Sheikh Khalid, who lost his father at a young age, being raised by his mother has been of great benefit to him in his journey of life and becoming a Sheikh . In whose hands did Imam Ahmed grow up? What about Ibn Taymiyyah? We can say that many martyrs died because of their mother's hand. Sheikh Khalid also says, "It was one speech of Nate that changed the direction of my life." We will come to him.
Sheikh Khalid's story begins as a football player... When talking about his life, they tell us that he was a good football player. He played first for school, then for a big club, and then for his hometown. He says, "On the day I have to play Asur Buhala, I hide my weapons and leave the house, so that my teacher does not see me. I do not pray in my neighborhood. I go to a mosque in another neighborhood and pray." They say I used to miss school four times a week because of football. One day in Riyadh, one day in Dammam, one day in Jeddah, one day in Taif, there was no Saudi city that did not participate in a ball game. Until the school sends them out because they are bored...
They have an Arabic poem called "Pride is first". Of course, they say that sport is bliss... They started doing muhadera and kept away from sport. But they failed to stay absorbed in the passion of the ball game.
They used to smoke cigarettes.
They sold their car and traveled to Germany.
They also went to America.
why?
how is?
Biography of Sheikh Khalid Al Rashid
Sheikh Khalid Dai was not alone. They are a man of wisdom. They like poetry. When you prepare a khutba, you will not be in front of an audience without including a good poem related to the topic you mentioned in the middle... they are also narrators. It is a story told by him. If it's sad, they'll make him cry, and if it's fun, they'll make him laugh. You can narrate it in short.
They are also like journalists. If they intend to pray about an issue, they go around the community and ask about the situation. They listen to ideas, receive their experiences, and then come forward to deliver them to the public. If it's a matter of choosing a topic... you won't find the topic he raises with other DA's.
... Returning to the beginning of describing some pages from his life...
We saw in part one that Sheikh Khalid Muhammad Al Rashid was a footballer. Their football season takes up a third of their life, so it's not something they pass by easily.
Yes, they were a player... the talented right-wing midfielder says, "I don't care much about scoring goals". They say
I remember when we were playing on the field at school, the coach of Al-Qadisia club saw me behind the wire and then when they told me to play for Al-Qadisia club... they said he was a bit confused... I used to ask myself how a man Hafizel Qur'an could be a footballer. I advised Nate, "Tell me to join a club called Qadisia."
My mother was furious.
She said absolutely.
Football at home yes
at school yes
but at club level la!
She said she didn't allow me. And my father said no. But they say that I hid from my family and signed up...
Then it happened that I was playing football without my family knowing... A man named Khalid stopped attending the Qur'an. That talented student, that person who used to copy the Qur'an from his subordinates, disappeared from the Qur'an... He remained a player of Al-Qadisia Club...
When Sheikh Khalid said, they used to give us up to one thousand and five hundred per month in ball games, it was a very small payment. At that time, football was not like it is now. We were happy when we were told that even Taketa will change for you. They say they even paid for that.
Today, a player is paid five million riyals. Shehu says Alhamdulillah that his football era is not at the present time... rejoicing that he escaped from the football atmosphere of the time.
When Sheikh Khalid continued about his story, "My football coaches used to fill me with hope... You will be a good football player, you will appear in the newspaper... They used to give me hope saying, 'What?'
In the past, because I missed a lot of classes, the director called me and told me to look for another school because you and your club are causing us trouble...I went to another school and finished my second year. It was difficult... the matriculation exam and their club match coincided on the same day... the club was playing in Germany. So what's better?
Take the exam or go to Germany and have a football match?
They say that I left the exam and went to Germany...
But when they came back, they said, "The Minister of Education tested me alone
. " They say, "Mathematics is not a subject for me, I like literature and history" and so on.
When I graduated from high school, when my friends went to university or college, I returned to my football field. Two years after playing a ball game, he suffered a dangerous fracture in his leg... the damage was so great that he walked on crutches without stepping on the ground for a whole year... so then they say, hehe... Some of the students who studied with me will work and some will improve their studies. What about me? I was left alone. Without a job, without a certificate, without anything...even if it's my football club, she doesn't want me because I don't do anything for it...if you give her a ball, she will give it to you.
One day, I was sitting with a friend and he proposed to me, they said, "That Khalid who has finished school is working... He is playing football and he is playing. It's just you and me. What's better?" He said, "Why don't we sell our car and go to America?" I said, "What are we going to do?" He said, "We're going to study. Sheik Khalid said, 'I wanted to be an army general. When I was in school, I wanted to be an army general.' in order toI have a friend, why don't we go to America and study and come here and continue? He agreed and I said ok. At that time there was no need to consult them. They said I had a new Honda car. I sold it and when I got up to go, my friend had a problem in the middle. So I got up alone and went. Then they said I arrived at the airport called American Indiana. They said there were people who had gone before us. He got it... They say that I got used to the life and enrolled in college and started my studies... Shekha Khalid went to America and his love for football left him, his legs improved and he became the best player in the college... They say in their own words that America didn't support football back then. They only played handball. He would not have been defeated... I changed my name to the name of a Brazilian football player.
One day, his older brother calls from Saudi to the school and asks, "Is that the ball player?" They will ask him. Ya Allah still go there and play football?
to be continued…
They troubled them, their football life could not let them go.
How long did you stay in America?
Who has shaved their beards?
How did you stop smoking?
Sheikh Khalid's stay in America was both an educational and a ball game. With no family to prevent him from playing football... He went to another mosque to escape the Ustazu team, he came to America without having to pray and ended up as a well-known football player around colleges... Sheikh Khalid spent two years in America and graduated with a diploma in the field he was enrolled in... so what?... Then tell us in his own words, Sheikh... "Go
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Saudi I returned to Arabia... the diploma I had at the time allowed me to study as an army general, but even more, I wanted to go back and improve my education, so I went back to the United States . And this was the biggest injury... They say "it hurt me" when they explained it... "I got injured and it prevented me from normal activities for five years... I had an operation and my leg was badly damaged... I didn't finish my studies... I just returned to my country." When my mother saw me, she was sad and angry.
You will come back with a broken rash." She was sad but she didn't hurt me... she made me sick while taking care of the milk and meat... "Don't worry, mother, I won't be in vain. I went back to America for the third time with my education certificate... I brought my certificate. Then my father died, I didn't know when my father died. When I returned from America, I heard that my father died. My mother was very sad... She said, "Khalid, enough education, start working."
While looking for a job... One day, my friends were playing ball next to me... It was too late for me to stay away from the ball. I had to be patient when the young people were throwing the ball around me. They took me with R. The doctor looked at me and said... "Your leg should be made of plaster and stretched with iron from the front and back"... Then he said that you have to stay in the hospital here and you won't leave. What a challenging time... I have thirty-five days.
Somehow that day ended and the doctor came and examined me again and when he told me that you need three more weeks in this hospital, he lost patience and was very bored. Then it became time for me to sit down and do math with my soul mate. When I was injured by a ball and I was lying in the hospital, the people I knew playing with me didn't visit me... When I went to America, my friends, God bless them, came and asked me... They were the ones who brought me to the hospital... Anyway, that time passed and I
returned to my family... He said that the situation has changed, some of them are married and have children, and some of them have a good job. I am twenty-seven-twenty-eight years old and my life is still going downhill. I felt so bad. One night I was brooding about changing myself. Two of my friends that I used to know when we used to play football have come to Istiqama, guided by Allah. One of them used to send me books and tapes even when I was in America. One day I went and sat in the middle of them and then I turned to the right and said...
What about Ahmed... I said to him,
I want to grow my beard from here...