To those who are married, .. Not married .. and soon to be married... (touching)

maYRam

Junior Member
MARRIAGE

When I got home that night as my wife served dinner, I held her hand and said, I've got something to tell you. She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes.

Suddenly I didn't know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know what I was thinking. I want a divorce.. I raised the topic calmly.

She didn't seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, why?

I avoided her question. This made her angry. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me, you are not a man! That night, we didn't talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer; she had lost my heart to Dew. I didn't love her anymore. I just pitied her!

With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company.

She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. The woman who had spent ten years of her life with me had become a stranger. I felt sorry for her wasted time, resources and energy but I could not take back what I had said for I loved Dew so dearly. Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see. To me her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer now.

The next day, I came back home very late and found her writing something at the table. I didn't have supper but went straight to sleep and fell asleep very fast because I was tired after an eventful day with Dew.

When I woke up, she was still there at the table writing. I just did not care so I turned over and was asleep again.

In the morning she presented her divorce conditions: she didn't want anything from me, but needed a month's notice before the divorce.
She requested that in that one month we both struggle to live as normal a life as possible. Her reasons were simple: our son had his exams in a month's time and she didn't want to disrupt him with our broken marriage.

This was agreeable to me. But she had something more, she asked me to recall how I had carried her into out bridal room on our wedding day.

She requested that everyday for the month's duration I carry her out of our bedroom to the front door ever morning.. I thought she was going crazy. Just to make our last days together bearable I accepted her odd request.

I told Dew about my wife's divorce conditions.. . She laughed loudly and thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she applies, she has to face the divorce, she said scornfully..

My wife and I hadn't had any body contact since my divorce intention was explicitly expressed. So when I carried her out on the first day, we both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, daddy is holding mummy in his arms. His words brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in my arms. She closed her eyes and said softly; don't tell our son about the divorce. I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outside the door. She went to wait for the bus to work. I drove alone to the office.

On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my chest. I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I hadn't looked at this woman carefully for a long time.. I realized she was not young any more. There were fine wrinkles on her face, her hair was graying! Our marriage had taken its toll on her. For a minute I wondered what I had done to her.

On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I felt a sense of intimacy returning. This was the woman who had given ten years of her life to me.

On the fifth and sixth day, I realized that our sense of intimacy was growing again. I didn't tell Dew about this. It became easier to carry her as the month slipped by. Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger.

She was choosing what to wear one morning. She tried on quite a few dresses but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, all my dresses have grown bigger. I suddenly realized that she had grown so thin, that was the reason why I could carry her more easily.

Suddenly it hit me... she had buried so much pain and bitterness in her heart. Subconsciously I reached out and touched her head.

Our son came in at the moment and said, Dad, it's time to carry mum out. To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had become an essential part of his life. My wife gestured to our son to come closer and hugged him tightly. I turned my face away because I was afraid I might change my mind at this last minute. I then held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held her body tightly; it was just like our wedding day.

But her much lighter weight made me sad. On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to school. I held her tightly and said, I hadn't noticed that our life lacked intimacy.

I drove to office.... jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my mind...I walked upstairs. Dew opened the door and I said to her, Sorry, Dew, I do not want the divorce anymore.

She looked at me, astonished, and then touched my forehead.. Do you have a fever? She said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Dew, I said, I won't divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I didn't value the details of our lives, not because we didn't love each other any more. Now I realize that since I carried her into my home on our wedding day I am supposed to hold her until death do us apart.

Dew seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed the door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs and drove away.

At the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet of flowers for my wife. The salesgirl asked me what to write on the card. I smiled and wrote, I'll carry you out every morning until death do us apart.

That evening I arrived home, flowers in my hands, a smile on my face, I run up stairs, only to find my wife in the bed - dead.

The small details of your lives are what really matter in a relationship. It is not the mansion, the car, property, the money in the bank. These create an environment conducive for happiness but cannot give happiness in themselves. So find time to be your spouse's friend and do those little things for each other that build intimacy. Do have a real happy marriage!

If you don't share this, nothing will happen to you.

If you do, you just might save a marriage.


Many of life's failures are people who did not realize how close they were to success when they gave up.
 

Aisha hussain..

seeking knowledge
oh this is so cute :ma:

the sad part that hurt me in the stoy was when the man realised his mistake
he found his wife dead :girl3:

thank you sister
 

shichemlydia

Junior Member
salam alikoum
really good story, machae allah, it does really bring tears to the eyes....did it happen to you or you are naratting it?????
wa salam alikoum
 

Sulikha

Tawakal-Allal-Allah
:salam2:

Very wise women and her patient saved from the fool man, who follewed his desires. His own heart deceived him. He waited for the whole month to wakeup. :subhanallah:

Whether it be true or not there are many people who do such things. May Allah reward you for sharing.


May Allah save Muslim marriages, O Allah build the storng muslim families:tti_sister:.
 

Aisya al-Humaira

الحمدلله على كل حال
MashaAllaah!

I really respect the inner strengths of that woman. Even if its just a story. Only those with sincere and genuine faith in the heart can go through such trials in this temporary life. Its a great reminder for us; humans. Humans who always take for granted the little things. Humans who always tend to forget to say Alhamdulillah to Allaah for every single thing in our life. A great reminder to myself first and foremost.

I pray that Allaah will give us a happy, bless marriage which will bring peace and tranquility to our hearts. InshaAllaah. Two people who married for the sake of Allaah. For their love to Islam. For their wish to bring up a great Islamic ummah.

Aminn aminn aminn Ya Rabb al Alamin.
 

ahmed_indian

to Allah we belong
:salam2:,

oh...i hate sad endings. :( you could have changed the end part of the story into "they lived happily hereafter". :)

actually, most marriages are failing because the husband-wife live together but only virtually. husband is in his world of work/frnds and wife in her world of household chores/kitty parties.

theres no time for each other.
 

nizar83

Junior Member
aselemu aleikum, what a bs story..im sorry if i come off harsh..but this is turntoislam.com

im aware marriage is an important thing in a muslims life, 1 of the 3 main events..birth marriage...death

but what must i extract from this nonsense science fiction story

anyway, im sure this post will get plenty of comments, since people like talking marriage issues over here more than talking about the prophet salalahu wa3alayhi weselem or any other more important issue

im sure people will think what a harsh individual with no feeling, but i really try my best to keep this site beneficial.
 

hana*

Junior Member
thats really touching- its the moral behind it. i guess she died of cancer but didnt inform her husband.

so many marriages are failing because people wont excercise patience, they expect it to be like romeo and juliet. its so true when he said that a mansion and a car wont bring happiness- for us, its ones charater and faith and fear of Allah that keeps a marriage going.
 

Aapa

Mirajmom
Assalaam walaikum,

That was a wonderful tearjerker. It made me smile.

OK...now for the reality. It was a story of hope. I have divorced two husbands and I can tell you divorce does not entail another woman. If it were that simple the divorce rate would not be so large.

In Islam a man is allowed more than one wife. So this is very "romantic". And women are too smart to wait a decade. This is somewhat Hollywoody. If it is true...I apologize but I am an old cookie.

What this lacks is the notion of intimacy. Intimacy is more than physical desires. It is more than touch. It is more.

I would not want to leave my husband on a guilt trip...knowing I will meet him again, Insha'Allah.
 

shaheeda35

strive4Jannah
:salam2:
:ma:This was a very touching story. Sometimes we dont know what we have until we lose it, but in this story though fiction made a wonderful point. Appreciate what you have before its too late.

Barakallahu Feekum for sharing!:hijabi:
 

arzafar

Junior Member
aselemu aleikum, what a bs story..im sorry if i come off harsh..but this is turntoislam.com

im aware marriage is an important thing in a muslims life, 1 of the 3 main events..birth marriage...death

but what must i extract from this nonsense science fiction story

anyway, im sure this post will get plenty of comments, since people like talking marriage issues over here more than talking about the prophet salalahu wa3alayhi weselem or any other more important issue

im sure people will think what a harsh individual with no feeling, but i really try my best to keep this site beneficial.

i kinda agree with the above.
 
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