Sara opened her wardrobe to choose a dress for the party. After half an hour of furore, she chose a pink mini dress. She got ready and went out to the garage of her parent's house.

         Sara lived alone in that house because her parents had died in a car crash. Now their house was hers. She had never even known their names that is why she wasn't sad on their death. As she grew up she became busy in her luxurious life. She worked in an office. She didn't have to work very hard because her boss fancied her. She just had to show up at work for three hours and after that she went clubbing, shopping and dated guys. She had a bad habit of wasting money. Her wardrobe was overflowing with branded clothes but she just has to add some more every week.

          As she reached the party, she was greated by shouts and cheers because any party was incomplete without her. People loved her company. She went to her friends and they had a good time telling each other about their lives. Sara walked to the dance floor and started dancing. Every single eye was on her and every boy jumped on the floor to join her. She enjoyed the importance given to her. She was so tired that when she got home, she jumped straight into bed and fell asleep.
         

         Sara knew she was a Muslim but she never tried to spend her life according to her religion. She was busy in partying and things like that. She just believed in one Allah and His Prophet (P.B.U.H), but she never prayed or recited the Holy Quran. Infact, she didn't even know how to. She didn't pay attention to her Islamic responsibilities