STOP COMPLAINING WOMAN ! "
Sisters, we all know that women are said to be always complaining,
never satisfied with anything and never being appreciative. Perhaps
we should ask ourselves why we are labelled as "complaining ungrateful
women"? They say that there is no smoke without fire, so perhaps
there is a grain of truth in this statement.
Everyone knows the story of the very pious saint who was seen flying
by everyone including his wife, who thought it was some pious Shaykh
(not realising that it was her own husband). When told it was none
other than her husband she refused to accept it. When everyone insisted,
she finally accepted that it could have been him since the man flying
was not a good flyer and his legs had been crooked!
I can imagine
you sisters getting up in arms at my audacity and impudence, but
let's be honest and search deep within ourselves. Let's admit that
perhaps we do complain about our men folk just a teensy weensy bit?
If so Sisters, we can rise above it for the Pleasure of Allah. Let's
show them that we can overlook their coming home in the evenings
with a frown, when what we could have done with was a loving, sympathetic
smile after having put up all day with tantrum throwing teenagers,
screaming six year olds and burpy babies. Let's show them that we
can be patient when they answer in monosyllables when all we want
to do is to pour our hearts out to them. And let's avoid sulking,
when after having slogged over a hot stove for hours to prepare
his meal, he says, "It's not like my mother's". Let's not forget
Sisters, that they too have had a hard day trying to earn a living
to make life easier for us. It's not easy out there you know.
"Who is asking for luxuries?" I hear you say. Come on Sisters, let
alone the luxuries, even bare necessities don't come cheap nowadays,
and as for those sisters who expect new clothes at every occasion
with perfectly matching shoes and scarves, and fancy house decor,
well, need I say more? And what about the bills, especially the
phone bill? We use the phone to complain to each other about this
that and the other and it gets us nowhere. So Sisters, lets avoid
getting connected with every Sister 'A'ishah, Fatimah and Maryam.
Instead let's get connected with Allah ta'ala and let's put our
complains to Him since it is He Alone Who will hear us. No matter
what the need, instead of complaining to each other, let's plead
instead to Him Who is the most Powerful and in Whose Hands are the
hearts of all men.
As for every brother Ibraheem, Isma'eel and Saleem, who are at this
very minute sitting back with a self satisfied smile, they should
perhaps contemplate upon the story about the very pious saint, who
was forgiven only on account of swallowing his anger along with
his food when his wife once forgot to add salt to it. Contemplate
also on the words of our beloved Prophet Sallallahu Alayhi Wa Sallam, "...The best among you
are those among you who are the best to their wives." (Tirmizi)
A LETTER TO MY SISTER-IN-ISLAM
The letter has been written by a sister who preferred to remain
anonymous. Sharing her experiences of wearing hijab and the delight
it brought, she has sought to encourage other sisters to do the
same.
We hope that this letter will become instrumental in bringing about
the desired change in the lives of our mothers and sisters.
My dear sister-in-Islam,
Assalamu alaykum warahmatullahi wabarakatuh.
I would like to share with you my experiences of putting on the
'DREADED VEIL'. You see, I too was afraid to put it on. I was afraid
of the changes it would bring in my life, the inconveniences, the
ridicule from the ignorant ones on the streets and of course, the
reactions of my family members and friends.
I knew what Allah's Command was on this matter, however, Shaytan
and Nafs, as helpful as ever, brought a lot of important matters
to my attention. "It's going to be so awkward at the bar-b-ques
and other social gatherings", said the knowledgeable Nafs. How are
you going to eat at restaurants, and what about holidays and fun
days out?" prompted the Shaytan. "You will miss out on so much!"
they both whispered, "Leave it. It will be easier this way!"
However, Allah, Allah the All-Powerful, Allah the Most Patient,
Allah the Most Merciful, Who had been watching while I transgressed
every law of hijab you could think of, and who had been waiting
ever so patiently while I disobeyed the laws sent down in His Book,
through His infinite Mercy put a spark of light in my heart, which
grew till I had no choice, but to put on the oh-so-dreaded piece
of cloth on my face.
My dear beloved sister, no one told me of the deep sense of happiness
I would feel. No one told me I would walk down the street dressed
in black from head to toe and still feel like a million dollars.
No one told me how special it would make me feel.
It didn't matter that many of my friends were not so friendly any
more, or that my female relations took offence because I was hiding
from their husbands and sons, or that my husband was not exactly
over the moon about it. Conversations became stilted, social gatherings
became awkward, but my heart knew a peace it hadn't known before.
The feeling of being chosen and gifted remains with me even today.
Try it my dear sister-in-Islam. You won't know till you try it.
When the Pleasure of Allah touches your heart you won't ever want
to go without the 'DREADED VEIL',
Insha'Allah!
Wassalam.
Your Sister-in-Islam.
[Source: Islamic Da'wah Academy]