saima abdullah
my life iz 4 Allah
Taking you few years back, My mother's sister is use to itikaaf in every Ramadan (mashaAllah) at that Ramadan I was excited and told my khala (mother's sister ) that I will also itikaaf this year (for I attended some Islamic lectures n I had nothing to do at that time so as a trill drill I opted that) . So I went to my maternal's home in a small city near Lahore. Where, we had to itikaaf in Jammiya masjid. (Don’t be impressed because I did only two things in 10 days sleeping and observing others…lol). It was a big musjid so many people came to itikaaf there. Coming toward the point, there were some villagers ladies who may be living in near by villages. Some people played havoc with Wudu making place, they threw food waste in there. It blocked the drainage. I was feeling so bad why I chose to come here. I was already depressed to be seized in fore walls of musjid for it was my 4th or 5th day. I was thinking how come people will make their wudu here in this untidiness (whole area was converted into pool) . Then a woman came there she was a simple villager lady with dark completion (I found mysterious attraction on her face, with her heart soothing smile) she came and fold her sleeves up (that was quite interesting for me her both arms were filled with gold bangles she was quite rich) and she put her hand into the drainage, I was in complete shock no one can even think to do that, and she did that. Now it was clear for everyone for wudu. I was so much moved by her action and confidence; I felt love instead of hate (for apparently it was dirty task). Next day I saw her listening sermon of imam sb, she was so eager to learn. I kept my eyes on her, in 27th night imam sb conducted supplications after midnight (I was sleeping at the moment, lol) I missed half duwa I wake up n rushed to the hall, lights were off, but I felt she is sitting next to me I found her best in doing duwa as well, she was weeping, I totally fell in love with her, may be that was my first love for the sake of Allah, I can recall her face even now. Many times she smiled at me I found her like my mother, I want to meet her again to tell her that I love her. My eyes get dimmed when I remember her,
another person who was in my eyes was an old lady about 60's, well someone from my cousins introduces her to me in very funny way, we were gossiping about her n laughing that’s why she became my focal point, it was source of smile in boring moments, (at that time), everyday she went to each hujra (a portion of room fore walled with cotton sheets to make a small room) she had a large bag with her and she use to collect garbage form all ladies (about 150 approx.) I don’t know is it valid to do such during itikaaf, but she give that to her grandson to throw that out, there was not proper cleaning system in that Musjid, she keep on recitation rest of time, it makes me guilty that I was mocking at her: because I tried to copy her when nobody in the prayer hall, my ego doesn't permitted to do that, I realized she was not bad at all, people just need a target for their laugh stock,
I feel that m so small before them, although I m educated (I was just finished with my studies, so I was in airs), these ladies were uneducated, and backward, however they carved their faces on my heart, their passion, obedience readiness to act for Allah. I idealized them at that moment, afterwards I learned Quran, meet so many pious people but don’t remember their faces, now I typing about that I remember that hadith that I have put in signature, I find them perfect of that, such people are successful,
He is successful whose heart Allah has made sincere toward faith, whose heart He has made free from unbelief, his tongue truthful, his soul calm, his nature straight, whose ear He has made attentive and his eye observant. The ear is a funnel and the eye is a repository for what the heart learns. He is successful whose heart is made retentive. ( Tirmidhi)
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