Sunday, 14 December 2008

The Muslim Woman as Queen


“The wife is responsible for taking care of the home of her husband, and she will be accountable for those given in her charge.” (Bukhari, Muslim)


A woman holds great powers in her hands.

Her powers are God-given, for Allah has placed His trust in the gentle hands of a woman. She is commanded to establish a home of warmth and security for her children, and a haven of comfort and joy for her husband. Her role is sacred, and her influence wide; it is in her hands that she is raising God's little soldiers and handmaidens.

A woman in Islam knows how to wield her powers wisely. She constantly refuels her mind with wisdom and knowledge and replenishes her soul with words from the Holy Qur’an.

She is answerable to her Rabb only, thus all her deeds and duties proceed from her love and fear of Him. Even if the sputter of the car would mean another visit to the workshop, she trusts that Allah never burdens His servants more than they can bear. For her source of comfort is constant and abiding, in that she has Him to turn to for divine assistance.

She feels blessed for Allah has given her a sheltered position, to thrive in the security of her home, protected from the needs to earn a living: “Men are the protectors and maintainers of women, because God has given the one more (strength) than the other, and because they support them from their means.” (Surah Nisa’ 4: 34)

Although she may supplement her husband’s income through her own means, it never crosses her mind to usurp a role that rightfully belongs to her husband. Unencumbered from the weight of having to support herself, she roams her Kingdom freely with the independence and pride of a Queen whose duty is to use the powers bestowed upon her to make her kingdom a reflection of God’s order and perfection.

She starts her day with the Morning Prayer and offers supplications to her Rabb. She drapes herself with the clothe of modesty and virtue, and welcomes the day ahead with hope and joy. She keeps the home fires burning by attending to the spiritual, emotional and physical needs of those in her charge. Wiping a runny nose here, changing a dirty diaper there, her faith in the words of Allah inspires her to forge on and give only the best to her family: “Whoever works righteousness, man or women, and has Faith, verily to him will We give a new Life that is good and pure and We will bestow on such their reward according to the best of their actions.” (Surah Nahl 16:97).

It does not matter that the dirty dishes are piling up in the sink, what is important is that her home is a welcoming shelter for her husband because she appreciates how hard it is having to go out into the world come rain or shine in an effort to provide adequately for the family. She has successfully carved herself a niche in her husband's heart through the daily love and affection that she showers upon him. And in return, he is willing to spread his heart and soul across her feet to make her feel loved and cherished. Truly this is what Allah meant when He referred to the celestial love between a husband and wife “… And He has put love and mercy between your (hearts): Verily in that are signs for those who reflect.” (Surah Rum 30:21)

As husband and wife, they are an equal, but their roles are not identical. The husband sets the tone of leadership in the family, while the wife upholds his rules. However his role is greatly reliant upon her to make sure the family is guided correctly, according to the values of Islam. It is her duty to speak up wisely if he digresses from the true path. Mutual respect and regard for their complementary contributions greatly reduces friction in the family. They are a team, and if divided, the insidious influences of the world outside will slowly but surely spread their evil from within.

Allah has bestowed upon the woman with characteristics that set her apart from man. Her patience and sensitivity makes her attuned to the needs of her children. She cares that her children eats nutritiously, rests comfortably, dresses modestly and speaks politely. Neither nursery nor nannies can provide the moral direction, devotion, and enough patience to instill character and goodness in the children better than the mother.

Her children are taught to appreciate the greater good in doing things of lasting value instead of squandering their time on temporal pleasures; she teaches them to set a worthy goal, and the importance of working hard to reach its end. She protects her children from the glittering allure of this fleeting world by insulating their hearts with wisdom from the sunnah and the Qur'an.

Though her children still clings to her skirt, she does believe in propagating Islam with the rest of the Ummah. Perhaps time and energy prevents her from giving herself completely to the cause now, when her children will only remain children in the blink of an eye. But she understands that the greatest contribution a woman can offer to the Ummah is by wielding her powers of influence to those who are nearest and dearest to her heart. Her work at home is of eternal value. It is in the glory of Allah that her crown of jewels lies, not in the applause nor the tantalizingly heaped up hoards of riches offered by this secular world.

Today as she gazes down at the adorable, imploring faces of her small children begging for her love and attention, she feels satisfied in knowing that she has made the best use of her role as Queen to prepare herself for the day when she will be “accountable for those given in her charge”.

“Indeed, to God belongs the dominion of the heavens, and the earth;
and to God is the final goal (of all).” (Surah Nur 24 :42)

Sunday, 7 December 2008

Tragic Landslide in Bukit Antarabangsa

So many thoughts and emotions are bubbling up to the surface in response to the never ending calamities that have befallen our world. The latest tragic landslide in Bukit Antarabangsa, Selangor ended up burying 14 bungalows and killing 4 people.

Dunya life is so fleeting and fragile, to be attached to it makes me feel like we are foams on the crest of waves not knowing where we will end up or how it will turn out for us in the end.

We are in dire need of Allah. He is extending a life rope for us and it is up to us to hold on to it.

"He knows all that enters the earth and all that emerges therefrom, and that which comes down from the sky and all that ascends therein; and He is with you wherever you may be." (al-Hadid47:4)

Saturday, 29 November 2008

'Snapshots' for the Baby Scrapbook


I may moan about the endless rounds of nursing and childcare. But truth be told I am desperately clutching onto these fleeting moments which I know will be over all too soon.

Eventually all I will be left with are fragments of memories to savour during my time alone while my son blazes on towards his own future. He will no longer turn to me for his source of comfort and nourishment, instead he'll be running out the door to pursue his own dreams and ambitions. While I undoubtedly look forward to see him grow into an independent young man, a part of me is already mourning for his dimpled innocence.

And these are just some of the moments that I want to capture and emblazon into the scrapbook of my memory...

The look of eagerness and delight on his face just before he chows down for milk.

The look of peace that descends on him as he drifts off into slumberland.

The swirl of baby soft curls on his pretty head.

His lips ripe and moist as he continues to suckle away in his sleep.

No matter how difficult the day had been with Alipuddin', I can always count on the night to hush in and eventually bring sleep to my precious baby.


I am eternally grateful to Allah for sending a taste of His Mercy into our humbled lives. Alhamdulillah.

Wednesday, 26 November 2008

Slow and Steady Wins the Race, Insha'Allah

I've been hemming and hawing, tinkering, polishing, yet have nothing much to show for my so-called Creative Dream.

I couldn't decide which part I should work on first. I kept changing my mind about it, making all kinds of excuses about how it's not good enough, not original enough, ad nauseam. If the publisher hadn't called me to say she's interested, I would've abandoned the whole idea yet again. Having someone to answer for kept me chained to my desk. Unfortunately, my eyes kept wandering to the clock on the wall which only intensified the urgency I felt. And do I have ants in my pants? Every time my baby twitches or groans in his sleep I'd find myself jumping up from my seat. What a horrible experience!

Pursuing my Creative Dream felt a lot like going through my hubby's stash of lost socks and trying to find a mate to match the one that just came out from the laundry basket. It is not the ecstasy that I came to expect when I was fresh out of design college fantasizing about living the creative life.

Just to show how desperate I was, I binged on a novel by Sophie Kinsella by day and watched Gossip Girl by night .

It is not like I'm working on a great novel, heck it's not even for young adults...it's for kiddies for goodness sake. Sigh.I admit I am deathly afraid of sending my pock-marked work out into the world. Perfectionist strikes again and this time it's holding me back from doing the work I love.

But then I am reminded of a system called 'Micromovements' introduced by SARK in her book, 'Make Your Creative Dreams Real'. I ONLY have to take tiny actions which can last from 5 seconds to 5 minutes. Fine, that doesn't look too hard. So during a lull one quiet afternoon, I gave myself 5 minutes to switch the computer on and tinker to my heart's content. I promised myself some reading time once my time is up. Soon enough my minutes are over but lo and behold, I found myself on a creative roll and I did not want to stop!

This system got rid of the guilt I felt when I could only make a couple of simple sketches for my work and nothing else. It also gave me permission to celebrate my turtle-like work style. At least I'm no longer stuck in that perfectionist hole I keep falling into. And that is a big turnaround for me, Praise be to God.

I'm now in the habit of switching my computer on standby mode and leaving my notebook ready on my desk for whenever inspiration strikes or when time and family commitments allow. Besides it's very rare that I get to have chunks of time to spend on my projects; Real Life always gets in the way. But I've come to believe that tiny movements add up to miles of progress. And wasn't it the Turtle who won the race in the end?

Your Worth as a Homemaker

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