D A R I N G T O B E...
D I F F E R E N T !
The nobility of purpose and the refinement of expression, that's what you'll find here. How a true Muslim woman of the new millennium is coping up to meet the modern demands as well as to maintain her originality, let's find out... but before you proceed farther, do remember, it could be a time for a different approach to being a woman! Yes, it's time to tell the world that you're changing your lifestyle, the way you look, your outfits, your appearance. Everybody's going to be observing more closely. Friends, relatives, fellows, colleagues. You need to do more than explain. You need to inspire.
So, do you have it in you?
I
am a symbol of "apparent" beauty. In twists and turns of my body, exists a
source of pleasure for "men". Whether I'm in public or on TV, they lick their
lips with craving when their lusty eyes are on my breasts, thighs and buttocks
like a wild, cruel wolf inspects an innocent sheep before prey. You all often
see me in Indian and English movies in short cloths and at times, only in under
garments or may be even without any cloth at all. Now they often bring me to
various talk shows, announcing "thirteen and pregnant", "twelve and pregnant".
I now sit and try to think how and why it all happened? It seems like gradual,
long, clever conspiracy against my gender. Yes, it was all pre-planned. First
those devilish men put a feeling in me that I am being used as servant in my
home and hence should do something else too, to prove myself. Actually, it all
started after second World War, when the number of men decreased and women
increased. Rich western industrialists needed workers for their factories and
prostitutes for their animalistic lusts. Oh yes, only now I realized what it
was. They first gave me false, fake ideas like I should be a "moderate" and
"liberal" lady and should keep a balance between the world and my faith. Then
they showed me the "mirage" of "equality". Going against nature, they told me
that men and women are same, alike and equal in each and every aspect of
life. They then encouraged me to wear men's clothing like trousers, jeans and
shirts. Their next step was to tell me that I am not a "baby-making machine" and
my proper utilization is impossible unless I leave my home. They said I should
go "out" and enjoy life to its fullest. They made me feel like I have got
only one life and there will be no life after death and so I should extract all
the pleasures from this single life. They produced a feeling of love for this
world and hatred for death in me. They turned my face away from the reality.
They gave me false euphoria that "I should be a career woman" and if I spend my
life at my home, it will be a great wastage". Their last evil tactic was to tell
me that I am completely an "independent" individual and my parents and family
should have no influence on me at all, I should be "free" after 18, to do
whatever I want, and should never let my elders disturb my personal life. That's
how they destroyed the sense of "family value" in me.
Sad story, eh? Well, not finished yet.
And now, through every source of media, they are trying to attract other people
of my gender who were unaffected yet. Their new, fresh, ripe target is my gender
that lives in the east and so far I can see, my gender is already in trap again.
I often question myself that what's the proper use of me? Am I a toy or some
symbol? Or a puppet who dances on their fingers? Or am I some slut or
prostitute? Today, the meanings of prostitution have become different. Though
they still use me and my body to get money, but the method is changed now. They
use me for selling their worldly, materialistic products, to attract people
towards a two-dollar soap or shampoo or a few buck magazine. I know they made me
a fool, but the main mistake was mine. Why did I let them do so? I feel that the
only thing that could protect me from their evil desires was "religion", my
faith, but unfortunately I was too busy enjoying the attractions of this world
to get some concentration for old, conservative religion. And now, I feel like
being "used" and exhausted. I have become a sucked bone. Dogs have sucked my
marrow and have licked my flesh. I have nothing to give now. No respect, no
modesty, no grace, no family, and no future, nothing new or fresh. Even my own
children will throw me to some old nursing home when I will become too old. I
feel that I have gone so far in this dark, blind path that there's no turning
back now.
Still wondering who I am? Well... I'm a woman!
I am a symbol of respect and "hidden" beauty. In me, there exists a source of
physical, spiritual and psychological pleasure for my "man". You could never
see me completely as I am in my protective covering like a precious real pearl is in its
shell. I am strong in character, courageous in acts, ambitious in nature, and hidden in
appearance. I have confidence, grace and modesty.
But hey, It was not so easy. It took me a lot to reach at this stage.
Centuries back, people used to bury me alive and then the greatest man ever came and
saved me. He made me realize my importance. For the first time, someone told me that I was
something precious and unique. No one before him ever told me that I was superior to man
as a mother. He also told me the fact that my beauty, my curves, my voluptuousness is only
for my husband & no other man has right to judge my figure or to pass comments on my hair
or shape. He changed the whole world and with that, of course, changed my world too.
Yes, you guessed it right, he was none other than my prophet Muhammad.
Since then, my path is bright and
clear. Oh and yes, I have some great torches too, to enlighten my way and to guide me. These are the footsteps of Fatima Zehra (daughter of Prophet Muhammad) and her daughter
Zainab. Their teachings told me that I am a queen of my house, not a "call girl"
of the market. Yet, if time ever comes, I do have guts to go out and raise my
voice to defend my rights. If needed, I will not hesitate in earning bread for
my family but in proper way that will not disclose my appearance in a bad way. I
don't have any "false" ego so I never feel bad in obeying and following my
husband for good and positive things. However my Allah, my prophet and his
family is more important to me than anything else. If parents or my husband will ever want to go against their orders, I will
not obey them. I feel " preserved" and "protected". Trust me it's so
wonderful when I see men's eyes bending automatically with respect whenever they look at
me.
For me, world is an important thing but
is not "everything". I know what I I'm sowing here, I'll have to cut it in
Hereafter. My confidence is my power, my knowledge is my weapon. It gives me a beautiful
feeling of "surrender" and obedience to Allah and his prophet.
Oh yes, I do enjoy my life to its fullest in my heavenly home. Trust me, there's nothing
more beautiful than having a "family dinner" around a large table with all of
your in-laws, children and my husband chatting & laughing. When my husband returns to home, he doesn't find me
more tired than him. I am in my full beauty, make-up and glamour to greet him. And since
each and every inch of my body is just for "him", it makes him feel like I am
always fresh and new for him and he never gets bored from me. I feel the same too, that
he is just mine, only mine.
As I never wasted my time in useless activities, I always had a time to teach my children about religion
which will help them not only in this world but even in the grave and in Hereafter. My children will not leave me alone when
I will need them the most. I don't see my sons and daughters going out with their boy or
girl friends. It makes me feel like a "ruler" and an authority of my family and
home when my children ask for my suggestions in each and every matter of their life and
never do anything against any of my right wishes.
I am content, satisfied, that I have
spent the
most "free" and independent life. I chose Hijaab on my own will and kept
myself away from the eyes of the bad people. I decided not to be a career woman on my own
wish and got its fruit in the form of educated, obedient, strong-character children. Oh
yes, I certainly feel free when I see that no one ever used or misused me in any way. I
was not an "item for sale" ever, and so no one could ever get a chance to pass
even a single comment on my personality.
And right now, here, I have this 20-year-old most beautiful and yet modest daughter of
mine and I am asking for her decision, as a very good religious family has proposed her
for their well-educated and graceful son. Oh, she's saying with modest smile" Mother,
as you wish, I trust you completely and I know you will always think good for me."
Thanks to Allah, I didn't not waste my life
Still wondering who I am?
I don't care at all if ignorant people give me names like "fanatic",
"extremist", " conservative" and " narrow minded", as they
don't live their life for me, so I don't need to live my own personal life for them
either. That's why, for me, happiness of Allah comes before any thing else.
Well... I am a woman. A Muslim woman, a real one!
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She is a cause of affection and sacrifice. As a sister, she creates the feelings of holy, respectful and modest emotions for family, collectively known as ' Ghairat ' in Islam. As a sister, she maintains dignity and reputation of her family and is very influential in upbringing of her household. “Girls should have a great sense of responsibility for religion and their faith. No problem if they are not expert or perfect but their ‘Niyat’, their intention should be perfect and just.” She went on gracefully and effectively. “Good girls are those who care about each and every member of their family.” She told them. “The beauty of life doesn’t depend on how happy you are, but on how happy others can be… because of you.”
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She is the symbol of respect for the whole family. A precious gift of Allah to the whole household. To a father waxing old nothing is dearer than a daughter. Sons have spirits of higher pitch but less inclined to sweet, endearing fondness. As holy prophet Muhammad says, "Your best children are girls, and superior woman is one whose first child is daughter." Also, it is said that "On the Judgment day, daughters will be the shield between their fathers and the Hellfire"
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“Daughters are not burden.” She was saying. ”They are responsibility, a thing or deposit committed to the trust and care of a person. You’re the most wonderful and powerful creatures of the world. Your faith, your religion raises you high and high. Don’t be ashamed of yourself ever.” She advised gently. “But our parents are responsible too. They‘re supposed to be the first institution to learn about these values and morals.” The lady teacher went on. “But unfortunately, most of the parents have now become careless about their most important duty. These parents have more time for watching movies with their children than they have for teaching them few things about their Allah and Prophet.” “Now, one last word before we finish our today’s lecture.” She stopped to put a detailed look at them, from behind to beyond, from right to left, her eyes didn’t miss a single girl sitting there. “Do what you feel in your heart to be right, for you'll be criticized anyway. Let your heart guide you. It whispers, so listen closely.” |
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A good wife is heaven's best gift to man, his gem of many virtues, his casket of jewels; her voice is sweet music, her smiles his brightest day, her kiss the guardian of his innocence, her industry his surest wealth, her respect his cause of grace, her lips his faithful counselors, her bosom the soft pillow of the cares. She is the good man's paradise, and the bad's first step to heaven, a treasure which, who wants, cannot be trusted to posterity, nor pay his own debts ; she's a golden sentence written by our Maker, which the angels may discourse of, only men know how to use, and none but devils violate. No doubt, a good wife binds earth to heaven. In Islam, a typical family home is the earliest institution of education or school for babies and children. And no body can approve of a school without a teacher. That's why without an essential need, she should not leave her children alone when they need her the most. As a wife, she is a hallmark of honesty, Islamic obedience, sincerity and love. Yes, for a real Muslim wife, her husband, children and family are more important than her career. Being a true Muslim woman, she doesn't feel any shame or insult in doing housework or family work. And when it comes to cooking, of course she does know that her way to her husband's " heart " goes through his "stomach ". |
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Similarly, Islam does allow a woman to work providing it doesn't affect her personality or her family in a bad way. It's obligatory for her, like men, to get education, exactly on the same levels, which are for men. Islam completely allows woman to go outside and work in such social places as required by their services e.g. hospitals, social institutions, schools, nursing. If she has no breadwinner or if husband is unable to afford the expanses of the whole family, she may as well go and work outside in a suitable place.
"Anger is a condition in which the tongue works faster than the mind.”
There was a complete silence in the classroom, and they could hear one another’s breathing.
“All of us should be very patient. Especially women should really have the wealth of patience and tolerance. A woman who has control over her temper is very successful in all fields of her life, especially in her married life.” She finished writing on the board and turned to face her students.
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A woman becomes complete when she becomes a mother. Enjoying her power of creativity and grade of superiority over man, she experiences those precious feelings and senses, which nature gives only to woman. There is no doubt that as a mother, she is superior to man and is the nucleus of her family!
In universal
religion Islam, mother has three times more
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Two brave women battle each other and...
