It has to happen. Our ten year old compressor was stolen yesterday. I was out sending my mechanic back to his workshop when it happened. It was Maghrib time and M was performing her Maghrib solat and Rin my daughter saw something amiss outside and locks the door and saw a shadowy figure climbing over the locked front gate.
I was a little angry at the incident but after sleeping over it, as the cliché' goes, I submits to Almighty Allah after my fajar prayer that Allah forgive the two perpetrators and open up their heart to repent and mend their sinful ways.
If you accused me of having a misplaced magnanimity in this instance, I would like to differ because I was also "a conduit" if you will, in this unfortunate incident.
The two perpetrators were seen earlier in the afternoon peeking over the wall and M went to the front window to see what's going on. By the way they were behaving they appeared intent on entering our compound perhaps picking something. One of them tries to push the gate sort of testing whether it’s unlock. I had joined M by then and saw them hesitating and I think that they must have suspected that their antics were being watched by us. This was quiet evident when one of them casually pickup the balls outside the gate and gesticulated as if saying “we know you are watching” and ride off on their bike.
I had the feeling they were after my compressor and had the gut feeling that they will make a comeback. My feeling make me decide to at least latched the compressor and also make my presence felt by shooing them off with my shotgun. But my failing to hide or at least latched the “attractive items that seemed an easy pick up” was the incentive for them to come back and stole it. So I gave them the opportunity and therefore, I am not totally blameless.
Allahhuakbar
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