Wednesday 31 October 2018

When realisations hit you too late...

They got married after a beautiful love story, and after two weeks the husband woke up to go to work. He went to the bathroom to wash his face, and in the mirror he saw his face full of drawings of different colors.

His wife was young, childish, and had an innocent heart. She scribbled on his face as he was sleeping, and she did so with a great love, that they would laugh about it in the morning.

The husband washed his face while upset, and went to the kitchen to drink the coffee which he usually does every morning. He did not find the coffee, and he became more upset, and went to her.

She smiled because she thought he would laugh at her, and say something romantic.

But he slapped her until she fell down, and yelled at her saying: "I did not marry you to play with you, I am a man and not a young child. I married you to start a family to have children, to be a man in the eyes of everyone. Do you want to live a love story of the films and those novels that you read? Wake up, these stories does not make a home, nor provide food, nor raise children. Today I will invite my friends for lunch, I want everything to be ready when I come back. Do you understand?"

He went out and saw himself as the master of the house. He left her broken, crying so hard that she could not breathe well.

She is sick and when she cries she almost breaks out.

Then she hurriedly went to prepare lunch, and tears did not leave her cheeks.

The husband went and told his friend what had happened while laughing:

"They think that marriage is all love and romance. This is how women should be treated, my friend, otherwise she will never learn responsibility. She will not be a good mother. She must know that marriage is not as she sees or reads about it. These are just stories to gain profits. They need to learn that marriage is not a game or a novel."

But fortunately his friend was not like him, he did not let him to finish his conversation, he cut him saying: "What kind of a man are you? Why are you so harsh on your wife? Is this how a good husband is supposed to be? The Messenger of Allah (May Allah's Blessings and Peace be upon him) said: (Be gentle with ladies, they are like glasses.)

You have to deal with them gently and be soft on them, and do not break their hearts. Blessings and Peace of Allah be upon him said: (This world is temporary joys, and the best temporary joy of this world is a righteous wife.)

Beware what you mentioned a little while ago about cooking and raising the children. It is not compulsory for her, but being nice to her will make her love you more, and be passion on you, and she will do all these without you telling her. You should know that she is not your maid. Go back to your senses my friend, and repent to Allah. Go back to your wife and honor her and do not make her sad again."

The husband felt sad and regretted what he did.

He then decided to call her to tell her that he had cancelled the lunch invitation of his friends, and to prepare lunch for them alone.

The phone rang but there was no answer.

He went back to the house quickly and rang the bell but no one answered.

He forgot his keys in the morning, because he came out while upset.

Suddenly his phone rang, it was his wife's brother.

His wife called his brother when she felt she was not well, to take her to the hospital.

His wife's brother said to him: "Brother, we are in the hospital."

His voice was full of sadness, which made the husband's heart almost to stop from fear, and the idea that something bad had happened to his wife.

He stopped the Taxi and went to the hospital, and found all her family there.

There was sadness on their faces.

He thought that they would be angry at him, but it seems they did not know what had happened.

He greeted them and waited for the doctor.

After several hours the doctor came out to them head down and told them: "With great sadness and sorrow, May Allah Have Mercy on her, the weakness of her heart came to us late."

Everyone cried, especially  the husband. He regretted and blamed himself.

Her mother washed her and she was buried the same day.

In the evening the husband returned home after taking the keys from the brother of his deceased wife.

He entered the house and found the table covered. He removed the cover and found the best delicious dishes, and saw a paper hanging on the door of the refrigerator.

It was written: 'My love, I am sorry because I wanted you to betray the customs and traditions of your community. I am sorry because I wanted you to get out of this stone heart of a man, and to hear from you some romantic words,  and tell me that you love me. Forgive me because of my childish mind I wanted you to treat me like a child. I hope your friends will like the food, and I promise that I will never make you sad or upset again. I promise you. I love you so much."

He looked at the table and threw the food everywhere, and sat down crying, crying and saying: "What did I do to you my love, I killed you with my cruelty, forgive me?"


These days, we dishonor a man who loves and spoils his wife. We have forgotten that, you are considered a great man if you have mercy on your wife, and it is also a Command of Allah.

Allah Says: {And of His signs is that He created for you from yourselves mates that you may find tranquillity in them; and He placed between you affection and mercy. Indeed in that are signs for a people who give thought.}


Remember your wife is from yourself, when she is happy, you will live a happy life.

Know that building a happy home requires, Patience, Honesty and Love.

🌺🍃Have a pleasant day

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Tuesday 30 October 2018

Have you ever wondered...



An old man, probably some ninety plus years, sat feebly on the park bench. He didn’t mov ... just sat with his head down staring at his hands. When I sat down beside him, he didn’t acknowledge my presence. The longer I sat, I wondered if he was ok.

Finally, not really wanting to disturb him but wanting to check on him at the same time, I asked him if he was ok. He raised his head and looked at me and smiled. $Yes, I’m fine, thank you for asking", he said in a clear strong voice. 


"I didn’t mean to disturb you….but you were just sitting here staring at your hands and I wanted to make sure you were ok", I explained to him. 


"Have you ever looked at your hands", he asked ... "I mean really looked at your hands?"


I slowly opened my hands and stared down at them. I turned them over, palms up and then palms down. No, I guess I had never really looked at my hands as I tried to figure out the point he was making.


Then he smiled and related this story:

Stop and think for a moment about the hands you have, how they have served you well through out your years.


These hands, though wrinkled, shriveled and weak have been the tools I have used all my life to reach out and grab and embrace life.


They braced and caught my fall when as a toddler I crashed upon the floor.


They put food in my mouth and clothes on my back.


As a child my mother taught me to hold them in prayer. They tied my shoes and pulled on my boots.


They dried the tears of my children and caressed the love of my life.


They have been dirty, scraped and raw, swollen and bent.


They were uneasy and clumsy when I tried to hold my newborn son.

They wrote the letters home and trembled and shook when I buried my parents and spouse. 


Yet, they were strong and sure when I dug my friend out of a foxhole and lifted a plow off of my best friends foot.


They have held children, consoled neighbors, and shook in fists of anger when I didn’t understand.


They have covered my face, combed my hair, and washed and cleansed the rest of my body.


They have been sticky and wet, bent and broken, dried and raw. And to this day when not much of anything else of me works real well these hands hold me up, lay me down, and again continue to open in prayer.


These hands are the mark of where I’ve been and the ruggedness of my life.


But more importantly it will be these hands that will receive, The Book ofDeeds. I look, ponder and pray that OUR RIGHT HAND is blessed with the fortune of receiving the trials of this life ... i.e., MY BOOK OF DEEDS with this RIGHT HAND ... (Which will be given to everyone on the Day of Judgment for all their deeds done in this World as a record of all their actions. As for those who will be given the book of deeds in their right hand, they would read it with the expectation of receiving God’s Mercy and they would not be wronged or dealt with unjustly ... they will be given their reward in full (as promised by Allah).


“(And remember) the Day when We shall call together all human beings with their (respective) Imam (their Prophets), or their records of good and bad deeds, or their Books like the Quran, the Taurat (Torah), the Injeel (True Bible), etc.) ... So, whosoever is given his record in his right hand, they will read their records, and they will not be dealt with unjustly in the least.” (Qur’an 17:71)


No doubt I will never look at my hands the same again.


I never saw the old man again after I left the park that day but I will never forget him and the words he spoke. 


When my hands are hurt or sore or when I stroke the face of my children and wife, I think of the man in the park.


---SUBHANALLAH ... I won't be looking at my hands in the same way from now on.


 Subhanallah ... makes you think doesn't it...?


I, too, want for All of us to RECEIVE OUR BOOK OF DEEDS IN OUR RIGHT HAND-


In sha Allah let us try and be worthy of it by preparing for it now.


O ALLAH MOST PERFECT & GENEROUS! Make us give shukr (Thanks) for these hands


اَمِين يَا رَبَّ الْعَالَمِيْ