Road To Jannah
"The sad part is some people will laugh at you for being serious about practising Islam. The good part is, you live for Allah, not for them."_____
"You aren't coming Abdullah?" asked Ahmish rubbing his shoes with polish."Nah I don't know anyone there what will I do in the wedding." Abdullah replied. "Are you sure? Everyone is going and you'll be alone." "Yeah.""By the way whose wedding is it?" asked Abdullah while scrolling through his mobile screen. "You don't know? It's your to be wife's first cousin's waleemah." replied Ahmish while proudly looking at his shiny shoes. "Hmm.""And the bride's side is somewhat related to Hammad's family." "Really?" asked Abdullah as he stopped scrolling and went into deep thoughts. "Bruh if you aren't going then watch over these kids as they are ready but you know they just find situations to dirty their clothes." said Ahmish and Abdullah nodded.Ahmish went to his room and found his wife ready. He fondly looked at her with a smile standing at the back of her while both of their faces could be seen in the mirror looking at each other through it. "What?" asked Shirana looking at his smile. "You look gorgeous." smiled Ahmish. "Ahh do I not look better every single day? I mean I haven't applied any makeup although I apply it for you during the night and I am just wearing abaya now and during those time I am beautifully dressed." asked Shirana as she turned towards her husband and started adjusting his tie. "I find you still beautiful, you know why?""Why?""There's no one more beautiful than a woman who is dressed according to the will of Allah. There are so many women out there who do not decorate themselves for their husbands but to show off other people and I feel so proud that out of so many women, Allah chose for me the one who doesn't decorate herself for people but only and only for Allah." said he as he planted a kiss on her head. "I am sure that I am blessed to have you too Alhamdulillah because a lot of men wants their wife to show off." said she as she kept her head on his chest. "Abba, dadi is calling." said Yusuf as he entered the room disturbing the couple and still being the most beautiful disturbance.The family moved out of the house and before the car started to initiate for the expedition, Abdullah came all of a sudden running down the house and sat in the car whilst opening the door."Oo La La. So someone changed their mind just to meet their Fiancè." Ahmish said poking out his face but Abdullah looked away with no reply. "Stop triggering my child." said their mother as she hit the shoulder of Ahmish. The rest of the drive was peaceful until they reached the waleemah hall. "Abdullah please park the car, Yusuf is not well and he's not leaving me today." said Ahmish while getting off the car and taking Yusuf from the lap of Shirana. "I am waiting for you right here." said Ahmish as he stood on the exact place where he dropped the women of his house. The women left for their side of the hall which was beyond the male section. After few minutes Abdullah came back and the brothers walked up to their destination. "I thought you weren't coming?" asked Ahmad. "Why wouldn't he come? After all he'll meet his Fiancè here." smirked Ahmish. "Seriously? We don't even have the same section." replied Abdullah. "Oh so you are disappointed. Hmm." Ahmish replied with sarcasm. "Come let's go towards the ladies section." said Ahmad. "Whyyy?" Abdullah's eyes grew wider. "Bruh I thought you spend much with your wife at home." Ahmish laughed at his statement. "Your sister never leaves me alone. Anyways I need to give something to her and I feel weird going there alone." said Ahmad and they walked towards the ladies section, lowering their gaze to avoid any temptation. While Ahmad talked to his wife at the corner of the entrance of the ladies section, Abdullah stood with them quietly. He lifted up his gaze for a second and his eyes were quick to catch the sight of two young girls. One was clad in a beautiful gown complementing with a hijab and makeup while the other was clothed in Jilbab complementing with a piece of niqab. Although the first one to attract his attention was Sidra, the girl in the gown but the one who moved his heart was Rida, the one in niqab. It was true that men are attracted by the beauty of women but the real men are those who attract those women who obeyed Allah. "Oh my Allah." gasped Sidra catching the hand of Rida as she witnessed Abdullah looking towards her. "What?" "He just looked towards me.""Who?" asked Rida as she glanced across the hall and as Sidra spelled the name of Abdullah, her gaze met his. Rida immediately turned the head of Sidra towards the opposite side. "It's a sin Sidra. I told you that even though the ladies and gents sections are segregated but still here the men enters the section of ladies and when you are all dressed up in an attracting dress along with makeup then it's Haram that a man passes by you and is attracted by you." Rida snapped again. "Cool down my fiery Queen." said Sidra.
Rida had been adamant to attend the waleemah but her best friend had made her attend this. Rida had been lately gone through a lot and thus she wanted her to be cheered up. Rida had been avoiding social interactions with anyone and everyone thus making her state more depressive. After a lot of requests she had said yes to attend the waleemah while there was no certainty of her being present here. She had also warned Sidra to not wear such attractive clothes and makeups which would attract others. The place they had been living since childhood, had always arranged the parties in segregation but the reality was, no men followed the rules and entered into the women section, either due to some work or sometimes to feed their lustful gaze. "By the way, you never told me that you know my in laws?" asked Sidra while sipping coffee. "Why should I tell? You should know every single detail of your loved ones." Rida answered sipping hers. "Ahan so everyone I meet, I should ask them that they know you or not." "Maybe.""Assalamu alaikum." said a lady as she walked towards them. "Walaikum assalam." they replied. "Rida, this is my aunt; the groom's mother and Huda aunty this is Rida, my best friend." introduced Sidra as they shook their hands with each other. "So are you enjoying the waleemah. Please make yourself comfortable." said the aunt. "I am good aunty." replied Rida. "Sidra come here I had some work." said the aunt as she took Sidra to the other side a bit away from Rida. Since it was her cousin's waleemah, she had been busy every now and then. Rida moved forward to inform Sidra that she was going to the washroom. "Is she the one who is divorced?" asked the aunt in a low tone. "Yes but why?" asked Sidra. "Your in laws are here, please take care of them too and don't be with her much in front of them. You know divorced ones don't have good image among the people of the society and they may not like you being with her. I mean you understand right?" said the aunt. "No Huda aunty, they already.... ""Ridd.. da.. ?" stuttered the aunt."Actually I just came to inform you that I am going to washroom to adjust my hijab." said Rida and walked away from them before they could even think what had happened. Rida walked past everyone with blurry eyes ignoring any eye contact. After she had reached the rest room, she removed her niqab and looked in the mirror. The eyes and nose had already changed its colour and to her favour, there was no one around. She looked in the mirror and brought her hand to close her mouth as it wouldn't be an easy cry. Then she wiped her tears, washed her face, tied her Niqab and strengthen her heart before taking a step towards the crowd. As she saw Hana from afar she started to walk towards her. While she paced towards her, she bumped into someone by mistake and the water spilled out of the lady's hand on her abaya. "I am sorry." said Rida and the lady smiled while Rida moved forward and wiped her abaya with a tissue. "She's the girl who is divorced right?" whispered the lady to her group."Yes, she is Hana's sister." the other woman said. "Hana is so good, I've met her but don't know what is wrong with this girl. I've heard she had a love marriage?" asked another one. "Oh yes she had but why did she had a divorce then?" asked the first one. "Love marriages aren't life long. It isn't her mistake, actually the boy started loving another girl." "Ahh don't tell me about it. If a man starts to love someone else, it's the mistake of the wife." The girl who had just recovered from a trauma and was undergoing emotional stress was being stabbed again and again by the society. The society had been and has always degraded women, giving the credit of every evil events in the society. If a woman errs, the woman is blamed and if a man errs, the same woman is held accountable. It was in the Pre Islamic era when women were used and thrown as if they weren't human but islam raised the honor of women. The one who lack Islamic knowledge would eventually resemble those ignorant people but the one who is familiar with the teaching and ettiquttes of Islam would never blame women just for the mistake of others. With uncontrollable tears and a wet niqab Rida ran out of the wedding hall as fast as she could. She was called out by someone but she was not in a position to listen and turn back. She was here to distract her mind from the turbulence that was going inside her but after coming here, the storm inside her had grew wilder. The thinking capacity of her mind had turned to zero and all she saw was a car standing on twenty steps away from the entrance of the hall. She ran to it and sat opening the car. "Ple..ase dr..op me ho..me." she said in between her sobs. And when the car did not start she cried aloud and shrieked "Please, I can no longer stay here." The driver in the passenger seat was confused with the first statement but he eventually started off with the second one. From the moment Rida sat on the car, she never stopped crying and with every minute passing by, her hiccups increased its pitch. "Please drink water." the man offered her and this statement hit her hard. SHE WAS ALONE WITH A MAN. SHE WAS ALONE WITH A MAN. She was so engrossed in her emotions that she had forgotten that she never knew this man with whom she was riding alone at this hour of the night. She forgot that she was not supposed to be with a non mahram. She had messed up herself and now she felt more messed when not following the orders of Allah. "No man is alone with a woman but the shaytaan is the third one present." [Narrated by Ahmad, al-Tirmidhi and al-Haakim; classed as saheeh by al-Albaani in Saheeh al-Jaami' (2546)"Please stop the car." said Rida after coming back to her senses. "Sorry?" the man said. "Drop me here." she added and there was no response from the other side. She looked out of the window and the surroundings did not seem familiar to her. Her heart sank. Where was he taking her?"I said drop me right here." she uttered rigidly and the man replied nothing. It was dark moonless night and the man she was going with did not speak a word. There was just trees and plain roads around while not even an animal was seen around."Relax ma'am. I will take you to the right place." said he which seemed like a sarcasm. Her heart beat had turned wild and it felt like anytime her heart would be in her hand. She searched for her mobile but realised that it wasn't with her and she remembered that she had given it to Sidra to keep it safely in her purse. "Now if you do not stop. I'll jump off the car." said she and opened the door to jump off and as soon as she opened the door, the car stopped abruptly. "STOP RIDA! It's me Abdullah."
"You aren't coming Abdullah?" asked Ahmish rubbing his shoes with polish."Nah I don't know anyone there what will I do in the wedding." Abdullah replied. "Are you sure? Everyone is going and you'll be alone." "Yeah.""By the way whose wedding is it?" asked Abdullah while scrolling through his mobile screen. "You don't know? It's your to be wife's first cousin's waleemah." replied Ahmish while proudly looking at his shiny shoes. "Hmm.""And the bride's side is somewhat related to Hammad's family." "Really?" asked Abdullah as he stopped scrolling and went into deep thoughts. "Bruh if you aren't going then watch over these kids as they are ready but you know they just find situations to dirty their clothes." said Ahmish and Abdullah nodded.Ahmish went to his room and found his wife ready. He fondly looked at her with a smile standing at the back of her while both of their faces could be seen in the mirror looking at each other through it. "What?" asked Shirana looking at his smile. "You look gorgeous." smiled Ahmish. "Ahh do I not look better every single day? I mean I haven't applied any makeup although I apply it for you during the night and I am just wearing abaya now and during those time I am beautifully dressed." asked Shirana as she turned towards her husband and started adjusting his tie. "I find you still beautiful, you know why?""Why?""There's no one more beautiful than a woman who is dressed according to the will of Allah. There are so many women out there who do not decorate themselves for their husbands but to show off other people and I feel so proud that out of so many women, Allah chose for me the one who doesn't decorate herself for people but only and only for Allah." said he as he planted a kiss on her head. "I am sure that I am blessed to have you too Alhamdulillah because a lot of men wants their wife to show off." said she as she kept her head on his chest. "Abba, dadi is calling." said Yusuf as he entered the room disturbing the couple and still being the most beautiful disturbance.The family moved out of the house and before the car started to initiate for the expedition, Abdullah came all of a sudden running down the house and sat in the car whilst opening the door."Oo La La. So someone changed their mind just to meet their Fiancè." Ahmish said poking out his face but Abdullah looked away with no reply. "Stop triggering my child." said their mother as she hit the shoulder of Ahmish. The rest of the drive was peaceful until they reached the waleemah hall. "Abdullah please park the car, Yusuf is not well and he's not leaving me today." said Ahmish while getting off the car and taking Yusuf from the lap of Shirana. "I am waiting for you right here." said Ahmish as he stood on the exact place where he dropped the women of his house. The women left for their side of the hall which was beyond the male section. After few minutes Abdullah came back and the brothers walked up to their destination. "I thought you weren't coming?" asked Ahmad. "Why wouldn't he come? After all he'll meet his Fiancè here." smirked Ahmish. "Seriously? We don't even have the same section." replied Abdullah. "Oh so you are disappointed. Hmm." Ahmish replied with sarcasm. "Come let's go towards the ladies section." said Ahmad. "Whyyy?" Abdullah's eyes grew wider. "Bruh I thought you spend much with your wife at home." Ahmish laughed at his statement. "Your sister never leaves me alone. Anyways I need to give something to her and I feel weird going there alone." said Ahmad and they walked towards the ladies section, lowering their gaze to avoid any temptation. While Ahmad talked to his wife at the corner of the entrance of the ladies section, Abdullah stood with them quietly. He lifted up his gaze for a second and his eyes were quick to catch the sight of two young girls. One was clad in a beautiful gown complementing with a hijab and makeup while the other was clothed in Jilbab complementing with a piece of niqab. Although the first one to attract his attention was Sidra, the girl in the gown but the one who moved his heart was Rida, the one in niqab. It was true that men are attracted by the beauty of women but the real men are those who attract those women who obeyed Allah. "Oh my Allah." gasped Sidra catching the hand of Rida as she witnessed Abdullah looking towards her. "What?" "He just looked towards me.""Who?" asked Rida as she glanced across the hall and as Sidra spelled the name of Abdullah, her gaze met his. Rida immediately turned the head of Sidra towards the opposite side. "It's a sin Sidra. I told you that even though the ladies and gents sections are segregated but still here the men enters the section of ladies and when you are all dressed up in an attracting dress along with makeup then it's Haram that a man passes by you and is attracted by you." Rida snapped again. "Cool down my fiery Queen." said Sidra.
Rida had been adamant to attend the waleemah but her best friend had made her attend this. Rida had been lately gone through a lot and thus she wanted her to be cheered up. Rida had been avoiding social interactions with anyone and everyone thus making her state more depressive. After a lot of requests she had said yes to attend the waleemah while there was no certainty of her being present here. She had also warned Sidra to not wear such attractive clothes and makeups which would attract others. The place they had been living since childhood, had always arranged the parties in segregation but the reality was, no men followed the rules and entered into the women section, either due to some work or sometimes to feed their lustful gaze. "By the way, you never told me that you know my in laws?" asked Sidra while sipping coffee. "Why should I tell? You should know every single detail of your loved ones." Rida answered sipping hers. "Ahan so everyone I meet, I should ask them that they know you or not." "Maybe.""Assalamu alaikum." said a lady as she walked towards them. "Walaikum assalam." they replied. "Rida, this is my aunt; the groom's mother and Huda aunty this is Rida, my best friend." introduced Sidra as they shook their hands with each other. "So are you enjoying the waleemah. Please make yourself comfortable." said the aunt. "I am good aunty." replied Rida. "Sidra come here I had some work." said the aunt as she took Sidra to the other side a bit away from Rida. Since it was her cousin's waleemah, she had been busy every now and then. Rida moved forward to inform Sidra that she was going to the washroom. "Is she the one who is divorced?" asked the aunt in a low tone. "Yes but why?" asked Sidra. "Your in laws are here, please take care of them too and don't be with her much in front of them. You know divorced ones don't have good image among the people of the society and they may not like you being with her. I mean you understand right?" said the aunt. "No Huda aunty, they already.... ""Ridd.. da.. ?" stuttered the aunt."Actually I just came to inform you that I am going to washroom to adjust my hijab." said Rida and walked away from them before they could even think what had happened. Rida walked past everyone with blurry eyes ignoring any eye contact. After she had reached the rest room, she removed her niqab and looked in the mirror. The eyes and nose had already changed its colour and to her favour, there was no one around. She looked in the mirror and brought her hand to close her mouth as it wouldn't be an easy cry. Then she wiped her tears, washed her face, tied her Niqab and strengthen her heart before taking a step towards the crowd. As she saw Hana from afar she started to walk towards her. While she paced towards her, she bumped into someone by mistake and the water spilled out of the lady's hand on her abaya. "I am sorry." said Rida and the lady smiled while Rida moved forward and wiped her abaya with a tissue. "She's the girl who is divorced right?" whispered the lady to her group."Yes, she is Hana's sister." the other woman said. "Hana is so good, I've met her but don't know what is wrong with this girl. I've heard she had a love marriage?" asked another one. "Oh yes she had but why did she had a divorce then?" asked the first one. "Love marriages aren't life long. It isn't her mistake, actually the boy started loving another girl." "Ahh don't tell me about it. If a man starts to love someone else, it's the mistake of the wife." The girl who had just recovered from a trauma and was undergoing emotional stress was being stabbed again and again by the society. The society had been and has always degraded women, giving the credit of every evil events in the society. If a woman errs, the woman is blamed and if a man errs, the same woman is held accountable. It was in the Pre Islamic era when women were used and thrown as if they weren't human but islam raised the honor of women. The one who lack Islamic knowledge would eventually resemble those ignorant people but the one who is familiar with the teaching and ettiquttes of Islam would never blame women just for the mistake of others. With uncontrollable tears and a wet niqab Rida ran out of the wedding hall as fast as she could. She was called out by someone but she was not in a position to listen and turn back. She was here to distract her mind from the turbulence that was going inside her but after coming here, the storm inside her had grew wilder. The thinking capacity of her mind had turned to zero and all she saw was a car standing on twenty steps away from the entrance of the hall. She ran to it and sat opening the car. "Ple..ase dr..op me ho..me." she said in between her sobs. And when the car did not start she cried aloud and shrieked "Please, I can no longer stay here." The driver in the passenger seat was confused with the first statement but he eventually started off with the second one. From the moment Rida sat on the car, she never stopped crying and with every minute passing by, her hiccups increased its pitch. "Please drink water." the man offered her and this statement hit her hard. SHE WAS ALONE WITH A MAN. SHE WAS ALONE WITH A MAN. She was so engrossed in her emotions that she had forgotten that she never knew this man with whom she was riding alone at this hour of the night. She forgot that she was not supposed to be with a non mahram. She had messed up herself and now she felt more messed when not following the orders of Allah. "No man is alone with a woman but the shaytaan is the third one present." [Narrated by Ahmad, al-Tirmidhi and al-Haakim; classed as saheeh by al-Albaani in Saheeh al-Jaami' (2546)"Please stop the car." said Rida after coming back to her senses. "Sorry?" the man said. "Drop me here." she added and there was no response from the other side. She looked out of the window and the surroundings did not seem familiar to her. Her heart sank. Where was he taking her?"I said drop me right here." she uttered rigidly and the man replied nothing. It was dark moonless night and the man she was going with did not speak a word. There was just trees and plain roads around while not even an animal was seen around."Relax ma'am. I will take you to the right place." said he which seemed like a sarcasm. Her heart beat had turned wild and it felt like anytime her heart would be in her hand. She searched for her mobile but realised that it wasn't with her and she remembered that she had given it to Sidra to keep it safely in her purse. "Now if you do not stop. I'll jump off the car." said she and opened the door to jump off and as soon as she opened the door, the car stopped abruptly. "STOP RIDA! It's me Abdullah."
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