Bismil
Laahir Rahmaanir Raheem
Assalaamu
alaykum wa rahmatul Laahi wa barkaatuh brothers and sisters.
Alhamdu
lil Laah for everything. We can indeed never thank and praise Allah enough for
His abundant Mercies. He is Allah, the One, the Only, the Eternal, the Truth
and our Creator. May we live to serve fully the purpose of our lives which is
to worship Him only.
The
purpose of our lives being to worship Him alone means that absolutely
everything that we do must be directed to that and nothing else. This writing
of mine should be directed towards that otherwise it is totally a misplaced
priority. When you are on whatsapp, facebook or any other social network, or in
any group, you should make sure that at the end of the day, it is all coined to
seeking the pleasure of Allah: worship.
Ok,
so that was just by the way. Today I am writing about some amazing ladies that
I’ve been privileged to know. I’m telling an aspect of their story that inspires
me so much and that fill me with admiration for them. I have quite a similar
story but I’d reserve my aspect for now.
In Level 100 in the University of
Ghana
So,
I was in level 100 when I met this Muslimah. I was part of an Islamic
Initiative for some students and I met this lady too there. Being the Rubaba
that I am, I probably didn’t take notice of her for some time in the course of
the project. Then one time, I remember clearly, we’ve boarded the same car
after one of our many programmes. I was behind her in the car so the moment the
fares were requested, she quickly paid. The same thing happened for a number of
times until we became a little close (I can’t recall exactly how we got close).
She comes to pay me visits in school and all.
One
day, she made me cry my eyes out. She told me that she wanted to tell me
something she’s been going through all her life (I was in level 200 then). I
had no idea what her story could be. She said that she’s never told anyone
about it but since she met me she felt so strongly that I was the right person
to talk to plus she had a dream in which she was telling that to me. Well, as
curious a person as I’ve always been, I got ready for her story.
Her Story…
Well,
I’m not going to tell you what she told me! Smile! Would you like me to make
such a thing public if you had been the one? Of course no! Plus that will make
me not trustworthy. But what I’d say is that her story hit me in places that
hurt so badly the two of us cried. You see me, instead of being strong for her,
I rather made her cry it out and I cried too. I could not believe a human being
could suffer that much (a young girl of 20 I guess she was then).
Apart
from the financial problems that she faced badly from childhood up until now (I
mean, today 9th April, 2014), she had series of other problems. Could you
believe that during Ramadan, she sometimes took water during suhuur and then
the same water for iftaar? And she lived with human beings who could help her
if they wanted? Well that is just a very little bit of her problems. And to
imagine that she struggled to get money for transportation to the programme and
yet she paid my fares sometimes, that was a killer. But could you believe that
if you saw her even today, nothing, absolutely nothing will give you the
slightest idea that she’s going through all that?
The Groaning and Praising Part
Now,
this lady has another problem, that is; ill-health. She ever had an accident
involving a close relative and she was never taken cared of properly. So, she
still lives with the pain. A very serious pain yet where does she get the
financial support to take detail care of her body? And this lady, upon all the
temptations to allow herself to be played with by men in order to have the financial
support she needs, she still keeps herself intact. I mean she keeps her
chastity (virginity) and modesty (Hijab with a proper attitude). She groans in
all that pain yet she praises Allah for everything that comes her way.
In Level 200 in the University of
Ghana
So,
I had met another Muslimah lady whilst I was in level 200 and she was in level
100. I call her today; ‘My Princess daughter.’ She hadn’t really cared much
about the deen. But the pace at which she grew in the deen the moment she was
set on the path is mind-blowing. The moment she found out something was not
allowed in Islam, she stayed away and when it is recommended then she holds
unto it. She learns the deen as much as she can and puts what she learns into practice
too. This is not what I want to write about though.
The Groaning and Praising Part
She
has a health problem. She tells me;
‘Rubaba, I can’t even describe the
nature of the pain to the doctor.’
And
she truly couldn’t. You don’t want to be a witness to her pains. And she looks
perfectly fine on the surface yet she hurts deeply from within. Hospitals and
doctors are her companions. But with all the pain, the moment something has to
be done for Islam in school, she is in the forefront. My words could probably
not describe her situation enough. This lady is her mum’s helper. And when she
cried for strength and good health, she did so for her mum.
‘My mum, Rubaba! My mum!’
And
then she cries her pain out because she needed so badly to help her mum with
her business. But she still tried her best. Even in the pains, she would still
go shopping for her mum whenever she needed it without letting her know that
she had an attack again. As she groaned in her pain, she does nothing but
praises and thanks Allah for her situation.
A Muslimah I Met
So,
we had an Islamic programme in another university. That was where I met her.
She was looking all good and smiling. Naturally, she got along with everyone from
the very first time; I was no different. Soon, we got attached from facebook
and due to other friends I knew whom she also knew.
And
Oh! She is also that religious and striving to get higher in obedience to
Allah. She tells a mum of mine and I about how bad her health condition had
been and then she was operated on. Now this surgery had left her a series of
problems. One day, when I had found out one of these problems, I had almost
cried but suppressed it so she does not start crying. I shook all over even
though she seemed to be used to it. Absolutely nothing about her would let you
think she could be facing such a challenge in life.
Then
one day, I chat with her on whatsapp and she tells me of how much trouble she
was facing (a strong young single Muslimah). Then she tells me of how much she
feared to go through another surgery even though it seemed to be lurking in the
corner somewhere. So as usual, I tried to rain words to cool her heart but
behind the computer, I was really thinking hard. This is an admirable Muslimah
indeed. With this pain, she goes about helping with Islamic programmes and all.
I had told her that she’s inspired an article from me (I was thinking of it
already but she put my thoughts in place). As she groaned in pain, she says
Alhamdu lil Laah for everything. He knows best!
Tears
definitely flow for these ladies. There are more of these people that I have
met. I know an extremely active Muslimah who has a problem with her back: pains
that won’t simply go away no matter the treatment. Yet, the moment she’s called
upon, she comes in cheers ready to serve Allah as much as she could. She simply
tunes her mind off the pain because whether she is active or not, the pains
would be there anyway.
These
are people that when you open my heart, you find in the forefront solely for
the sake of Allah. Strong young Muslim ladies who make me think real hard. If
you do not do du’a for people like them, then indeed, you have a really hard
heart (Heheheee). If any of these people read this article (and I’m going to make
them read it), they should know that Allah is with them, Aware of their
situation. It is only a test that they must strive hard to pass.
Abû
Hurayrah relates that the Prophet suallal Laahu alayhi wa sallam said:
“Allah will ask on the Day of
Judgment: ‘Where are those who loved each other for the sake of My glory?
Today, - on a day when there is no shade but mine – I shall shade them with My
shade.”
(Sahîh
Muslim)
May
we love one another solely for the sake and pleasure of Allah so that Allah may
favour us with His Shade. Aameen. And I know there are a lot more people who
have similar stories to tell whom I don’t know. I just want to remind all of
them that indeed Allah does not burden anyone with that which he or she cannot
bear so if they are going through all these, they should know that they have the
strength to bear them: Allah is our Strength. They should remember this ayah
always;
‘And
when I am ill, it is He Who cures me.’
Surah Ash-Shuara, The Poets, Chapter
26 ayah 80
Allah
is the Light of the Heavens and the Earth, may He fill us up with His Light. He
is the friend of those who believe in Him, may He be our Friend. He is the
Turner of hearts, may He turn our hearts to Him solely. Aameen.
I
love you fiisabi lil Laah and I will always do. May Allah love you and I more.
Aameen.
Jazaakumul Laahu khair always!!!
Islam Forever in shaa Allah!!!
Assalaamu alaikum wa rahmatul Laah!!!
Rubaba Mmahajia Rahma Sabtiu
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