Lying is a terrible thing, and we were taught never to lie when growing up, both at home and at our place of worship. My parents find it very offensive to the point that they can pardon you for disobeying them, but whenever any of their kids lie to them, we won't go unpunished.
I detest lies and wouldn't mind saying the truth even if I will be punished, but as life would have it, I found myself far away from home and realized that sometimes lying is inevitable. I didn't become a professional liar, but whenever I needed to lie, the lies came easily—like I didn't need to stress myself, and yet, I am still terrible at it because I usually don't remember some things I lied about.
After getting into uni, I became famous due to my love for business and parties. I made friends and was having the best of life, which didn't affect my studies in any way. One fateful day, a senior from another department approached me and requested my contact after exchanging pleasantries, which I gave him.
We started talking, and I knew he wanted us to date. As predicted, he let the cat out of the basket, and I told him to give me time to think about it. He kept disturbing, and I had to ask someone about him. From my findings, he was one of the school bad guys, and I started getting scared.
I started avoiding him, ignoring his message, but he didn't stop disturbing me. He stalked me several times, and I had to play along when there was no way of escape. I even prayed about his case every time and wished he just stopped communicating.
One afternoon while leaving the school, I saw him from afar. He was coming in my direction and must have seen me, so I didn't want to turn back. Luckily for me, I saw three soldiers on the other side of the road, and a lie popped up in my head.
I crossed immediately to where the soldiers were and greeted them in the Islamic way. One of them answered, and the others said I could have just greeted them in English if I was not discriminating against religion.
I apologized and greeted them again. The Muslim guy among them asked if I am a student, and I said yes. He asked for my name and even admired my dress with the hijab.
I intentionally stood with them for up to 5 minutes, laughing unnecessarily with the hope that Mr. Disturber saw everything. Immediately after I left the soldiers, I got a call from him.
He said he saw me with some soldiers earlier, and I was happy he witnessed everything.
Yes, my dad told them to check up on me.
He asked who my dad is, and I said he is a soldier too.
He went silent for a few seconds and asked about the lecture after.
Fortunately for me, the call reduced, and by the time he graduated, we had become strangers to each other.
The lie worked as expected, and it was just inevitable for my well-being because I was really scared of being just friends with him. I believe Almighty Allah sees my heart, and it's not something I did for fun.
Many times when I have lied, it had to do with my well-being or safety and I don't think there should be punishment for that. Have you ever found yourself in my situation and had to lie? Gist me about it in the comment.
