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| An open letter to the world |
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| UmmWafi |
| 11/04/02 at 21:40:30 |
| [slm] 6 years ago : I got up painfully from the bed, my bulky womb the main cause of my back pain. But for each pain I felt, I smiled because it is the pain that only a mother can feel. After 4 years of marriage and longing, Alhamdulillah, Allah has blessed me with a growing child within me. With each move he made in my womb, I felt like going to the rooftops and shout out loud my happiness and my joy, I felt like prostrating the whole night in gratitude for allowing me the experience of carrying His Creation within me. All throughout the nine months of my pregnancy, I went through a lot of "lil incidents". I aggravated my spinal problem, I fell down the stairs, I was involved in a car accident and many others. But, through all that my only thought was "Is the baby ok?" Being a mother, I was never important to me. The day of delivery came and after 16 hours of labour pains minus painkillers, the doctor told me there are complications and an immediate surgery is required. The baby had already displayed weakening heartbeat and had stopped moving. The doctor knew my condition though and told me that it might affect my health. I cried for my unborn child and did not hesistate to tell the doctor to perform the surgery immediately and to save the baby at all costs. I have an allergic reaction to GA so the surgery was done with spinal anaesthetic. I would be fully awake during surgery but the effect of the anaesthetic would play riot with my spine in years to come. Throughout all the pre-op procedures my only du'a was for Allah to save my baby. The surgery went without a hitch and I became a mother of a beautiful lil boy, a miracle. As I lay on the operating tble and stared at the dirty and crumpled baby and heard his first cry, my tears started to flow. I knew that for all the wrongs I have done in this life, having my baby was right. The nurses took my baby away because complications had set in. My blood pressure dropped to 40/60 and I was slowly slipping into unconsciousness. The doctors were working hard on me but I did not respond to their administrations for 3 long hours, My blood pressure kept dropping and I was slipping in and out of consciousness. My G&O told me that throughout all that I kept muttering "Please take care of my baby". After 4 hours my condition stabilised and I was wheeled to my room. I asked to hold my baby. At that point in time, after all I had gone through, feeling that warm, small, helpless human sleeping peacefully in my arms, I vow to myself, a mother's vow that with the Grace of Allah, I would give him the best thing a child ever need, a mother's love and guidance for him to be who he truly is, a servant of Allah SWT. I have never forgotten that vow. Ever. The years passed, Alhamdulillah, every day I experience the joy of him living and every night I gaze at his peaceful, trusting face. He lives life as if there will always be a tomorrow. He makes plans as if he knows he can achieve them. He was being a child, with a child's optimism that life will always be beautiful. He loves unconditionally. He was at peace. Sunday, 3rd November 2002 : I sit in my place, an invitation card in my hand. Today my son will graduate from his pre-school centre in the mosque. For three weeks now he had been practising and chattering enthusiastically to me about the role he will play in the graduation performance. He made his sister pretend she was his audience and watch him perform. The nasyid started and the salawah for the Prophet was heard. One by one the graduants walked in. Then I saw him. My beautiful boy with his graduation robe and cap. I cannot describe the light I saw on his face and I cannot describe a mother's happiness in my heart. Later, I heard his name called and as I saw him walking onstage to receive his certificate, my mind flashed to the future and I wondered if he will get the opportunity to receive his scroll from the University. After the certificate giving ceremony, there were performances by the children. Nasyids, acts, skits and.....a whole lot of laughter and innocence. I looked around me and my tears fell uncontrollably. So much innocence and so much hope and so much happiness. The girls in their cute lil hijab and jubahs and the boys in their Muslim-attires, each and everyone of them having complete faith in a tomorrow. They made a graduation vow that "I will make Allah as my vision, Rasul our leader, Al Quraan our guidance, jihad our way of life and al-maut fi sabilillah our highest aspiration." At that point in time, I felt a deep sense of sadness and grief. I made a small du'a that he wil be blessed by Allah, and that he will be able to be true to his vow. How many of us have that vow ? How many of us made Allah our vision ? How many of us allow Rasul to lead us ? How many of us understand the message of the Holy Quraan ? I look at the world around me and a mother's anger is invoked. How dare they do this ? How dare they make the world unsafe for my children. How dare they malign Islam and potray it as something so different from the Islam my son knows and embrace. How dare they make policies and law that will persecute my children just because my son's name is 'Abdul and my daughter's name is Solehah. How dare they twist the word jihad to make it ugly. How dare the so-called Muslims act and speak on our behalf and in their stupidity jeopardise my childrens' future, I also feel a mother's sadness. Do the children of Palestine and Chechnya and Afghanistan and Iraq get the opportunity to learn in a loving and nurturing environment, as my son did ? Do they understand jihad the same way as my son did ? (He told me jihad means if someone is mean to a cat, he must tell them to stop) Do they share the same optimism abt the future with my son ? Tragically, I keep thinking of starvation, of sanctions, of suicide bombings, of fear, of hunger, of illiteracy...of hatred. Suddenly I realised that my children are living in an insane and decaying world. I realised that someday they will realise that. Innalillahi wa innaillahi rajiun. Today I send an open letter to the world. To all the would-be terrorists by whatever cloak they wear, STOP IT. You don't achieve anything by killing. Nothing. Don't you dare infiltrate hatred and violence into my childrens', any child's, world. Don't you dare make this world unsafe for them. Don't you dare make Islaam anything less than perfect for them. Dont you dare make them persecuted for being Muslims. For I swear to Allah that I will make my reckoning with you on the Day of Judgement. To all the bigoted and vile leaders of the world, STOP IT. You can never break our spirits. Never. Nothing you do can make me bring up my children as anything other than a Muslim, in every sense of the world. Don't you dare make your laws discriminatory against Muslims. Don't u dare use pathetic lies to wage war against a country that would only hurt the children. Don't u dare impose sanctions that would make thousands little Abduls and Solehahs cry in hunger and fear. Dont u dare put guns at people's head just because Allah is their vision. Don't u dare use your evilness to bring tanks into childrens' compound. Don't u dare sit as the head of a world's organisation and PRETEND u care what happen to the Muslims when u don't. Don't u dare, don't any of u ever dare. For I swear that I will seek Allah's wrath on you. To all the ineffective and impotent Muslim leaders, STOP IT. Stop pretending nothing is happening just because YOU are safe. Stop ignoring the cries of hungry children just because YOU are rich. Stop sucking up to the kafiruun and betraying Your own brothers and sisters. Stop with your endless selfish sleep and wake up to the realities of what is happening to Muslims around the world. Stop pampering to your own power-madness and realise your actions only jeopardise your countrymens' lives. Stop being the hapless ineffective and impotent creatures you are. Just stop it. For I swear that I will claim responsibilities from you in the Hereafter. To all the Muslims in the world, please, please help. Help restore faith in every child's heart. Help create a world where all the children know the joy of being children. Help make Islaam a perfect and beautiful Deen for them. Help make them smile instead of cry. Just help. To my Wafi and Solehah, I love you very much. Please continue to make Allah as your vision, Rasul as your leader, Quraan as your guidance, Jihad as your way of life and al-maut fi sabilillah as your highest aspiration. You are my greatest gift from Allah SWT and my biggest amanah too. I swear to try my very very best as your mother to ensure that from the time of your birth until the time we part, you will always be thankful and proud that you are Muslims, good ones, Insya'Allah. My loves, please continue to smile and hope because I assure you that indeed, life, as Allah has given us, is indeed a beautiful thing. My du'a for you two is that you will be able to meet Allah SWT and the Prophet [saw] in Jannah al-Firdaus, Amin. Yours sincerely UmmWafi. Wassalam. |
| 11/04/02 at 21:54:19 |
| UmmWafi |
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| BroHanif |
| 11/05/02 at 16:47:26 |
| Salaams, That was beautiful. I felt the same kinda way these past days, been depressing. Sometimes I feel its better to live in a place where your away from all this sinning. I don't know maybe its the weather or ramzan but I feel kinda low, where were we once and where are we now. Patience I say to myself patience... salaams Hanif |
| NS |
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| jaihoon |
| 11/06/02 at 00:10:24 |
| [quote author=UmmWafi link=board=bebzi;num=1036464031;start=0#0 date=11/04/02 at 21:40:30] [slm] I sit in my place, an invitation card in my hand. Today my son will graduate from his pre-school centre in the mosque. For three weeks now he had been practising and chattering enthusiastically to me about the role he will play in the graduation performance. He made his sister pretend she was his audience and watch him perform. The nasyid started and the salawah for the Prophet was heard. One by one the graduants walked in. Then I saw him. My beautiful boy with his graduation robe and cap. I cannot describe the light I saw on his face and I cannot describe a mother's happiness in my heart. Later, I heard his name called and as I saw him walking onstage to receive his certificate, my mind flashed to the future and I wondered if he will get the opportunity to receive his scroll from the University. After the certificate giving ceremony, there were performances by the children. Nasyids, acts, skits and.....a whole lot of laughter and innocence. I looked around me and my tears fell uncontrollably. So much innocence and so much hope and so much happiness. The girls in their cute lil hijab and jubahs and the boys in their Muslim-attires, each and everyone of them having complete faith in a tomorrow. They made a graduation vow that "I will make Allah as my vision, Rasul our leader, Al Quraan our guidance, jihad our way of life and al-maut fi sabilillah our highest aspiration." At that point in time, I felt a deep sense of sadness and grief. I made a small du'a that he wil be blessed by Allah, and that he will be able to be true to his vow. How many of us have that vow ? How many of us made Allah our vision ? How many of us allow Rasul to lead us ? How many of us understand the message of the Holy Quraan ? .[/quote] Jazak Allah khair Allahumma salli ala sayyidna Muhammad [saw] .... |
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| Halima |
| 11/06/02 at 06:49:58 |
| "I also feel a mother's sadness. Do the children of Palestine and Chechnya and Afghanistan and Iraq get the opportunity to learn in a loving and nurturing environment, as my son did ? Do they understand jihad the same way as my son did ? (He told me jihad means if someone is mean to a cat, he must tell them to stop) Do they share the same optimism abt the future with my son ? Tragically, I keep thinking of starvation, of sanctions, of suicide bombings, of fear, of hunger, of illiteracy...of hatred. Suddenly I realised that my children are living in an insane and decaying world. I realised that someday they will realise that. Innalillahi wa innaillahi rajiun." [color=Green][/color] Yeah, my children too, sleep at night without fear. They get their meals more than three times a day most times. They to go school and Madarasa without fear. And their counterparts in Afghanistan, Iraq, Palestine, etc. have none of these. Yes, Inalillahi wa Inalillaahi Rajiun, indeed!!! Halima |
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