The couple Ahmad 26 and his wife Fatima 25 are disabled. They got married last year. Ahmad does not have both hands while Fatima does not have both legs. The couple is disabled, but strong in their will.
Fatima is washing dishes in the kitchen
Ahmad combs his hair by his foot
Fatima is helping Ahmad to tie his hair
Ahmad ironing clothes
Ahmed and Fatima watching television and eating Breakfast
Ahmad is washing his feet
Fatima spraying perfume on Ahmad's clothes before going out of home
Fatima and Ahmed on their way to music and rehabilitation nursing sector workshops
Ahmed and his friend practicing a piece of music
Ahmad and Fatima help each other in home work
Ahmed and Fatima doing lunch
Ahmed and Fatima in chat and review their wedding pictures
When I remember the story I am about to narrate, I usually feel a sting in my heart. Infact, I think it would be more befitting if I should cry.
This is what happened about 7 to 8 years ago: I was in class once. The class had either free time or the teacher still wasnt here.. I really dont remember. What I do remember is everyone in the class was Muslim.
Beside me waswas..well, this sister. I really didnt know her much. Infact, other than her name, I knew almost nothing about her. Yet, I would still consider her as a friend.
She was very quiet and didnt participate in class. The sister was very modest. She wore a hijab and a loose garment. She use to wear her hijab so beautifully, a large scarf that she would cover her shoulders, back and bosoms with. I remember that clearly because the other girls didnt wear it like that.
Unlike the other girls wearing hijab, she didnt have her hoop earnings sticking out, she didnt pluck her eyebrows, didnt giggle with the boys whenever she had the chance, didnt hang out with the boys afterschool, didnt talk about the latest hip-hop song that was out, wasnt loud and etc.
She didnt tie her hijab to the back but covered her chest, she didnt try to get the boys attention, she didnt wear eye-liner and heavy lip gloss like the rest of the girls.
One day as I sat, a couple of boys next to us were talking about girls, I think they were talking about hooking up with girls from the class, or who they would like to hook up with.. again, my memory is fuzzy. Among the boys, there was one boy who was very loud.
One boy, mentioned that sisters name to the loud boyas a cruel joke.
As soon as the name was mentioned, the boy started screaming and shouthing in protest, EEEWWW !!! Shut up !!!! Shut up !!! Ha ha ha ha !!! EEWW Man, dont play like that !!! EW, Her ! Yo, she got a messed up face ! Her face is messed up !!!
He repeated something like this a couple of times, in front of everyone
Of course the sister heard.
Some boys were laughing. I think even some girls were laughing, also. Not sure if anyone objected. I dont remember all the details.
Infact, even I stayed quiet.
During the silence, I noticed that she was crying She was crying, and she had her face covered with her hands. She tried to be as quiet as possible, but I heard her She hunched her back, put her head down as low as it could have gone, and wept. When I looked at her that there were a lot of tears…
The boy noticed she was crying. The words of comfort he had for her was, Yo, just chill. Just chill.
The most awful part of the story as I think about it is that the boy who humiliated her in the class was also a Muslim.
I stared aheadwith a black expression, and then looked at him.
Yo, just chill. Just chill, he repeated.
Now that I recall, I wish I had said something.
Its sad that the sister who dressed the most modestly got dismissed in class as being ugly. May Allaah make all her affairs easy
In this ignorant society, we are fooled to think that the women who are lacking modesty is valuable.
My message: Dont ever in your life get fooled to think that the value and worth of a woman is in her beauty. The true value of a woman rests in her level of taqwa and good deeds, not in her transient worldly earnings.
ONE PARAGRAPH THAT EXPLAINS LIFE! Arthur Ashe, the legendary Wimbledon player was dying of AIDS which he got due to infected blood he received during a heart surgery in 1983.. From world over, he received letters from his fans, one of which conveyed:
"Why does GOD have to select you for such a bad disease"? To this Arthur Ashe replied:
"The world over, 50 million children start playing tennis, 5 million learn to play tennis, 500,000 learn professional tennis, 50,000 come to the circuit, 5000 reach the grand slam, 50 reach Wimbledon, 4 to semi final, 2 to the finals, when I was holding a cup I never asked GOD 'Why me?'. And today in pain I should not be asking GOD 'Why me?' " "Happiness keeps you Sweet, Trials keep you Strong, Sorrow keeps you Human, Failure keeps you humble and Success keeps you glowing, But only Faith & Attitude Keeps you going...”
