Bismihi Ta’ala
Saaliha Part 106
The sweet scent of spring rains fill my nostrils as I opened the front door and stood there, just admiring he grandeur of Allah’s glory as I did.
…if we did not sometimes taste of adversity, prosperity would not be so welcome…
And as I looked out that morning, smiling at the sun shining on the rain and the rain falling on the sunshine… I couldn’t help but feel my heart lift slightly as I let the unfiltered air fill my lungs.
Things were looking up. My heart was healing and the pain I had felt just weeks before was almost absent now. Almost.
The amazing thing is that when we begin to appreciate even the little things, it opens up much more than we thought we would ever see. And I know I had felt it before last year at the same time, but so much seemed to happen in this time.
There are always blooms for those who want to see them, even when it’s not the season. There is always beauty, in even the most trying situations. Somehow, there is a secret chest of grandeur waiting to unveil itself at the right moment.
It just takes time. Time is all it takes for us to see it. The commodity that waits for no man… or woman. Time passes. Flies.
From day to day, week to week, season to season… sometimes it feels as if each year is blending into the other and in terms of accountability for time, we are at a complete loss. We are in a race with it until we taste the sand of the grave.
And even though Allah Ta’ala takes an oath by time in the Qur’ān, showing its importance and the great power it has in its life, it’s only a reality that as time passes, the barakah in time decreases.
But even though Nabi (Sallahu Alaihi wa Salam) has prophecised that barakah decreases closer to Qiyaamah, he also advised us about a time of day that has great barakah. There is a way to attain the most out of the little time we seem to have. We harvest barakah by using our time in the early hours of the morning. We tire our minds and waste it on social media and devices that delude us even further.
But there is a solution to infuse barakah in our time. When we make use of those hours to reflect on the Qur’ān, it strengthens our productivity. When we read our morning Duaas, we fill that time with the most goodness that we could, to ensure that the hours that follow are going to give us the best.
The morning hours are promised to be the most bountiful and productive if spent in the right way. The only problem with us is that we lose the essence because we spend it scrolling through social media and wasting time on our devices of delusion. And I knew I shouldn’t be pointing fingers but right in front of me was the example that showed that perfectly.
Rabia was stepping on her phone incessantly while I sat next to the sofa on my musalla, with not a worry on the world about what she should really be doing at this time.
And we know the value of time, yet we still waste it on frivolous pursuits.
”Oh my gawd, she got actually married this weekend,” she squealed, her pony tail shaking from side to side as she narrowed her eyes at her phone. “I didn’t think she would ever find someone but he actually looks kind of decent.”
Ouch, that was low. I wondered who she was talking about.
”That’s nice,” I said blandly, not sure if I even wanted to know.
Talking about people and people of people was never my thing and knowing that I may be stepping into dangerous territory with Rabia was a little worrying.
“Oh please, Sawls,” Rabia said with a sigh. “There’s nothing nice about it at all. Now they will all gloat because their daughter is married to a rich guy even though their first son is a first class moron.”
Oh gosh. I blushed and looked away because I didn’t know where to put my face when Rabia called people out like that. She was just a teeny bit brutal.
“Busy wasting time Rabia?”
Imraan had walked into the lounge with his jacket and phone in his hand as he raised his eyebrows at her.
”I call it being productive,” she said with a glare. “I’m not born in the Stone Age like you. Everything we do is controlled by devices.
Besides that, we have actual virtual entertainment in this generation, bro.”
“Yaw, but not actual relationships,” he quipped back, smirking as he did.
Rabia rolled her eyes and I found myself feeling amused. It was typical sibling banter and I knew that the two of them thrived on it.
With Imraan and Rabia it ended as fast as it started. With Hamzah’s temperament, it usually ended in a fight.
The truth was, social media did take over our actual lives. While people spent time in the past nurturing their friendships and meeting up to maintain kinship, social media and messaging is a sad and inadequate alternative that everyone’s resorted to. It was all about the glamour and the ‘living my best life’ vibes and the hardness of Duniyaa that entered our hearts had turned it into something like rock.
Imraan had stopped next to me to pull on his jacket, giving me a grin as he came forward to peck me on the forehead.
“Oh my gawd, get a room!”
It was Rabia from behind us, and even though it was probably the most passionless display of affection ever, with Rabia, anything that involved touching was taboo.
Imraan, of course, gave two hoots about his sister and slung his arm around my shoulder as we watched the rain fall over the glorious fieldw in silence. It was so beautiful it actually made me want to tear.
“Stop being so dramatic, Rabia,” he said as he looked ahead. “I love my wife and I’m not afraid to show it. You got a problem?”
”Yes, I do, actually,” Rabia scoffed, rolling her eyes. “You men are full of nonsense. One moment you guys are all over your wives and the next thing, you’re onto something new. What’s all this nonsense?! It’s ridiculous!”
I knew that Rabia had her hang ups about marriage and so did Imraan, so he shrugged and gave me a side look instead as he dragged me to sit on the couch next to him.
“I’m not sure what you’re talking about sis,” Imraan said in a monotone, spreading his hands out. “If someone is bugging you, then just spit it out.”
”Of course someone is bugging me!” She almost shouted. “Have you even noticed how absent Hamzah has been recently? Like, what on earth is he even doing in Jo’burg if Mohsina and him aren’t staying together? Last week I caught him red-handed, sneaking around, chatting some woman up on the phone!”
Uh-oh. Rabias mouth was spewing up nonsense again.
”Rabia,” Imraan warned as he turned to face her, and I could tell that he didn’t believe her. “You can’t go around saying stuff like that. Hamzah’s had a rough few weeks. It’s been hectic for him. I doubt he even has time for any nonsense.”
“How do you know?” She quipped. “You know your brother is a ladies man. The other day he left Zaid with mum and went out for hours. What else could he be doing? That guy is up to something and his wife needs to know the truth about him.”
”Did you ask him?” Imraan asked candidly, turning to look at Rabia. “He probably had a perfectly valid excuse. He’s got a lot he’s dealing with, with Mohsina’s case and Zaid’s custody battle. It really doesn’t make sense; what you’re saying.”
Rabia shrugged and turned away, but I could tell that she wasn’t biting any of it.
“What about a second wife?”
Oh my word, my heart sank as I heard the words, and I found myself sitting down as I thought of why she was mentioning it. Rabia did things to rile people up. I just wished that she didn’t have to target me and my weaknesses.
I had been avoiding that topic purposely in front of Imraan because my crazy sister was back with her weird ideas and was now convinced that her husband needed a second wife again. Okay, maybe her husband did want one- but it didn’t mean that she had do condone it.
Fareeha’s conversation with me last week had set my heart rate on high, and now it was this.
“A second wife?!” Imraan repeated, his hand unconsciously squeezing mine as he frowned at his sister. “Hamzah?”
”What if he’s thinking of getting a second wife now that he’s not with with Mohsina?”
I cringed at the thought. I mean, I knew it wasn’t haraam but Mohsina would freak if she it was true. It wasn’t something that anyone could accept easily.
I had spoke to her after Imraan had asked me to call her, and though she didn’t give me any firm answer- she didn’t exactly respond in a negative way.
For once; I had done more than just watch from the sidelines. She had told me a little about the court case and how things were just simmering down before Rabia had put a huge spanner in the works.
And it wasn’t like I didn’t know what Rabia wanted. She wanted Mohsina to give up and bail on the marriage, so I knew that I couldn’t let her win. It was my duty as a Muslim and as a sister. I didn’t know what was going on but I knew that they had to try and make it work, against all odds.
I had advised Mohsina to try as hard as she could to make it work, if not for her and Hamzah, then for Zaid. I could see that they had the potential to overcome whatever stood in their way, and I knew that with some effort they can get through anything.
And it was a long shot, because I knew that Mohsina and I hadn’t been particularly close but I really wanted to help them both. It must be so hard going through all that on your own. She didn’t mention the pregnancy and I figured that she wanted to keep it a secret for now.
I knew that Mohsina was fiercely independent but I wished that she would ask for help sometimes at least. I just hoped that everything was okay with the new baby.
I was actually secretly really excited about a little bundle. I knew that Allah had a plan for me in His time, but for now, I had to have sabr and wait for it to happen. I took refuge in duaa and sought comfort in Tahajjud, because I knew that Allah would never reject the desperate plea of His servant when he asks.
“Stunned into silence, dear brother?”
Rabia’s accusing voice cut through the air like a knife and I wished someone would tell her to stop talking nonsense.
“Never,” Imraan said adamantly, looking at Rabia with annoyance, even though he may have believed it for a moment there. “It can’t be true. Yea, he’s been a bit busy but he’s got Zaid to consider and a lot on his mind. He married for Zaid and he’s not going to break a marriage because of another woman and risk losing Zaid.”
“You never know with men,” Rabia said evenly, rolling her eyes. “One of my friends sisters- she’s married for like twenty years and her husband decided to take another wife. He just went away one weekend and did it. What an idiot.”
All this talk was making me tense, and I knew it shouldn’t, but I just didn’t want Imraan getting any ideas. As it is, I couldn’t give him another child – now Rabia was putting her weird ideas into his head.
And even though Imraan had assured me that I was enough and that he didn’t have to have another child, I could tell that he felt a void. I didn’t know what Allah had planned for me but I knew that I was not strong enough to withstand a test like that.
“Well, that’s not right,” Imraan said with a shrug. “It’s not easy taking on a second wife and I doubt that Hamzah’s going to either. Stop making accusations.”
I stayed silent as Rabia rolled her eyes at her brother, not really knowing if I should contribute to this conversation or not.
Yes, I knew that the whole second wife thing was becoming very trendy. Many men were taking second wives and it wasn’t haraam. What irked me was the ego boost that they got out of it.
The thing with Fareeha was that she gave her reasons so naturally when I asked her the last time. It was the time when she had walked in on Rabia and Hamzah having their blow out and after that she waved her hands and acted as if it was no big deal.
“These things happen,” she said mildly. “It’s normal family things. Everyone has their issues. I mean, you’d probably be shocked at the kind of thing that sometimes gets blown out of proportion in my house.”
I grinned because I knew that my sister was a tad bit dramatic at times and tends to get a bit excitable.
”Like you and your second wife mission,” I said, shaking my head at her when she grinned. “I can’t believe you were so set on that once upon a time.”
”I still am!” She said emphatically. “I think that if Maulana is happy to, then why should I stop him?”
”You’re crazy,” I said, not believing that my sister could be so stupid. “Aren’t you even a little jealous or scared?”
She shrugged as I looked at her. So many women went through this and fought it tooth and nail, and here she was, wholeheartedly accepting it.
“Maybe I am,” she said softly. “But if you can’t beat them, join them right? I’d rather choose the right woman for him and make sure it’s someone I approve of then let him find someone who will make me lose him completely. I can’t keep up with Aadil and his demands and I don’t want more kids… so why should I stop him?”
I smiled a little bashfully because these marital things were not really what I spoke about with my sister.
We had some conversations that entailed marital things but we never really spoke about our husbands in great detail.
”But you will have to share everything!” I said disbelievingly. “His time, money, weekends, him… I don’t know Far, it’s not easy.”
I couldn’t imagine sharing Imraan with anyone. It was crazy.
“It doesn’t matter because we love Allah before them,” she said with a smile. “No matter what or how or where. Before we place them on that pedestal, Allah should always come first.”
And she was right. So right. My sister was crazy and a little extra sometimes but she was super pious and had immense Tawakkul.
And that’s what it was about, wasn’t it? When you immerse yourself in Allah, He really becomes your refuge.
For once, Fareeha sounded so mature and sensible, while at most other times, she completely irked me.
For once, I admired her strength and resilience. Maybe she was right. She always seemed so strong and accepting, and I knew that Aadil had suggested it first, but what I never understood why Fareeha never fought it head on. Now that she had explained it, my heart was already so moved by her amazing words.
And though I would never want the same for myself, I knew that I would have to expect the day when Fareeha would tell me that Maulana Aadil had make nikah. I mean, it was a reality, and although she had made peace with it, the whole thing made me so worried for my sister.
I found myself walking away as Rabia and Imraan argued about Hamzah and Mohsina, because in my mind, the entire conversation was futile. Mohsina and Hamzah were clearly a couple that wanted to be with each other, but circumstances had pushed them apart. Although I had spoken to Mohsina and told her to hang in there, I knew that the two of them had way too many issues that anyone could fill comprehend. Even Imraan himself seemed confused as to what was going on between them. He looked like he may even believe Rabia.
After his depression, we hadn’t seen Hamzah in a few weeks and we he did meet him he seemed so preoccupied that I couldn’t make out if things were getting better or not.
And the truth was that after speaking to Mohsina, I knew that the issues between her and Hamzah weren’t the only thing stopping them from being together. Rabia had proven to be a real menace and a cause in keeping them apart. Mohsina had said so I’m not so many words, and I’ll give that much. She didn’t openly blame Rabia or point any fingers – but I knew that despite Rabia always taking about how people were never nice to her, she didn’t make any effort to be nice to Mohsina either.
As women, we sometimes find it hard to say a good word or compliment other women. It’s always some sort of competition or rivalry. Instead of being women who support other women, we are women who deliberately put other women down. It was what I saw time and time again- be it on social media or with the women speaking behind each others backs. There is no ikhlaas in our words, even if we do or say little. Our hearts are filled with envy and malice and all things ugly, and we strive to find a good word to say, even when someone is going through a tough time.
I sighed as I cleared away some dishes from the counter and watered my beautiful orchids that were on the window sill, I couldn’t help but smile as I saw my son and Imraan come inside from washing the cars, while Imraan spoke animatedly on the phone.
Somehow, I knew from his expression when he was speaking to a friend or a family member, or just an acquaintance.
From the way he was grinning and his brown eyes twinkled, there was no doubt that he was talking to Maulana Umar if one of his other very close friends.
He walked toward me with shining eyes and I knew that I should have suspected something before he even got to me. I was so busy with rearranging the kitchen plants that I barely noticed when he hung the phone up and nudged me, before looking over at Rabia to see if she was paying attention to anything else other than her phone and then looking at me again.
“Okay, so I have a solution,” he said quietly, running his hands through his beard as he gave me a small wink. “For the whole second wife problem.”
”What?”
I was honestly so confused. Which second wife, and whose problem did it become?!
”Imraan,” I said, shaking my head. “What are you on about?”
”I know Rabia is talking crap,” he said with certainty. “But I need to prove it to Rabia too. Molvi just had an amazing suggestion. I know that it may be a long shot but maybe it’s time Hamzah went away. Like for a while. Just for all of this to die off- the court case, the rumours, Rabia- and everything to come together again.”
I breathed in, not really knowing what my husband was really wanting to achieve here. If he sent Hamzah away, Rabia would win. Mohsina and Hamzah would be apart and then what about the baby?
Oh my gosh, I couldn’t let that happen.
“It’s the perfect solution,” he said, looking extremely pleased with himself. “The guy gets to take a nice holiday, refresh his soul, and in the meantime whatever is going down with things here will simmer down.”
”Mhhmm,” I said, non-committedly. “Did you ask him if he wants to go? What if work is really busy-“
”I’ve already spoken to his boss,” he cut in. “He’s got some work he needs him to do but in a week or two he should be able to go. That’s when Molvi is actually planning on leaving anyway and maybe we he comes back he may just decide ti actually fix his marriage for real. It’s perfect!”
Oh no. Imraan had it all planned out and I wasn’t sure if his plan was the best one. I preferred things to just let them take its course. It was obvious that he didn’t know about the pregnancy but I wasn’t supposed to know about either.
I wasn’t quite sure what to do.. do I tell him how his plan may just be the wrong one and risk exposing the secret that wasn’t mine to keep, or do I just let Imraan go ahead and sort out whatever he thought was the problem?
I knew how much Imraan hated me keeping secrets but this one wasn’t one I could tell without letting the people concerned know.
It was a challenging choice, and I was stuck between wanting to do the right thing and keep the secret, and knowing that Imraan might just risk a lot more than Mohsina’s ability to overcome the challenges that were in her midst without Hamzah around…
And as much as I battled with myself about it, the question still remained: should I speak up or not?
Dear Readers
I meant to post yesterday but things have been so busy. Will reply to comments soon InshaAllah.
Much love
A x
Mission Sunnah Revival: Sunnah of Giving Sadaqah
Sadaqah is a voluntary act of charity that is given for the sole purpose of pleasing Allah (swt) and without expecting anything in return. In Arabic the word Sadaqah literally means righteousness and stems from the word ‘sidq’, which means sincerity. This suggests that Sadaqah is a righteous behaviour, which shows sincerity of faith. It is also a means of preventing imminent calamity, and we are urged to give it out often to protect ourselves.
Someone asked Ali (RA): “How much was the Sahaba’s love for the Prophet (Sallalahu Alaihi wa Sallam)”
He replied: “By Allah! To us The Prophet (Sallalahu Alaihi wa Sallam) was dearer to us than our riches our children and our mothers, and was more cherishable than a drink of water at the time of severest thirst.”
SubhaanAllah… what perfect imaan they had… May Allah enable us to practise..💕
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