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It was a Sunday morning, and my dad had just received a phone call from my sister. She was going into labor. So, naturally, we all rushed to the hospital to meet her there.
A few hours later, my sister gave birth to a beautiful baby girl, ma shaâ Allah . I feel like it was only yesterday that she, herself, was a baby-my little baby sister.
I remember the first day she went to school. With her small, square bag and innocent face, wearing a cute little girlâs. uniform with her hair in a ponytail, she took her first stride to school. It is like: blink-blinkâŠsuddenly, she is all grown up! Ma shaâ Allah!
I still remember the days and nights we spent together, being both good, angelic girls and naughty, cheeky ones, much to the dismay of our mum.
Being the typical, young girls we were (note the tense!), we could spend hours talking, amusing each other with stories that did not benefit either of us much. Looking like the typical choir team, we would wear exactly the same dresses, tease each other and make each other laugh and the best part is that she would follow everything I did at that time. Well, her elder sister was her icon then. Who, after all, doesnât dote on and follow whatever an elder sibling does, eh?
But, as Cinderella said, that was âonce upon a timeâ. Now, my baby sister is a mummy with a baby of her own.
This is not one of our make believe games anymore. This is the real thing.
I loved hearing my sister tell me stories about the activities of her soon-to-be-born baby as she described the wonderful feeling of having another being growing inside her, kicking and moving around. Sometimes, she could even see the tiny fingers, or perhaps an elbow, poking her tummy from inside out.
From the very beginning of her pregnancy, my sisterâs love for her unborn baby was so clear and obvious. She took care of what she ate and drank, took care of her movements, and became concerned with many other things she had never bothered with before.
No wonder Sophia Loren once said,
âA mother always has to think twice, once for herself and once for her childâ It was s true for my sister, and I am sure so many other women who have carried the âmiracle of lifeâ in their wombs.
Indeed, babies are such a miracle in life, ma shaâ Allah. Allah has reminded us how we were created by Him in the wombs of our mothers.
(He created you from one being, then from that (being) he made its mata; and He hath provided for you of cattle eight kinds. He created you in the wombs of our mothers, creation after creation, in a threefold gloom. Such is Allah, your lord. His is the Sovereignty. There is no God save him. How then are ye turned away?) (az-Zumar 39:6)
It took the doctors about forty minutes to get this little bundle of joy out into this world. The nurse then brought the baby out to the waiting room so that my brother-in-law could whisper the adhan (call to prayer) and iqamah (second call to prayer) into his new babyâs ears.
So, I had the honor of being one of the first few persons to see the new addition to our family. I took pictures for the sake of memories. The baby looked so pure and innocent. Her eyes were closed, yet her tiny hands and legs moved slowly under the blanket that was wrapped around her.
I kissed the baby gently and closed my eyes as I inhaled the smelled from Heaven. You know the baby smell. The best perfume in the whole wide world! No cosmetic company has ever come close creating such pleasurable fragrance. And, as my lips touched the babyâs soft, tender cheek, I had already fallen in love with her. That is another miracle from Allah,-the feelings of love, ma shaâ Allah .
Minutes later, the nurses pushed my sister out of the operation theater. She was still on the movable bed. She looked tired, but her face was glowing. She asked about her baby. âShe is beautiful and sweet,â I told her and gave her a kiss on the cheek. âCongratulationsâ she gave me a weak smile.
How lucky my sister is, now that she has been raised by Allah to a very high position in life. Yes, this is true. She is now a mother. Motherhood is a special status that Allah has bestowed upon selected women since the first creation of humankind until today. It is something most women dream of achieving, but not every one of us is given such an honor.
This honorable position confirmed by Prophet Muhammad (peace be upon him), when he advised a companion to treat his mother well.
Muâwiyah Ibn Jahimah(may Allah be pleased with him) reported that he once to the Prophet (peace be upon him) and said : âo, Messenger of Allah! I intend to go to Jihad. I have come to you seeking your good counsel.â He (the Prophet) asked him: âis your mother alive?â âYes,â (Jahimah) replied. The Prophet then said: âHold fast onto (serving) her as Paradise lies near her foot.â (An-Nasaâi) Paradise! Ma shaâ Allah. Imagine the status given by Allah to these special women called mothers.
Do we really understand the significance of this hadith? Can we even begin to comprehend and appreciate the worth and high status of our mothers? Can we grasp how a womanâs status is raised the moment she bears a child? Women who are mothers must all be very special beings to be given such position by Allah, donât you think so?
Once, Prophet Muhammad (peace be upon him) discussed the respect and companionship we should all give our mothers.
Abu Hurairah (may Allah be pleased with him) said: âA man came to the Messenger of Allah (peace and blessings of Allah be upon him) and said, âO messenger of Allah, who among the people is most deserving of my good companionship?â Your mother.â The man asked, âthen who?â He said, âyour mother.â He asked, âthen who?â He said, âyour mother.â He asked, âthen who?â He said, âyour father.ââ (Al-Bukhari and Muslim) Subhan Allah. This hadith shows us that, not only are our mothers vital for us if we want to enter Paradise, but that should also be our chief and central focus in this world as compared to other human beings. They are the persons whom Allah has identified as the most deserving of our good companionship in this world.
If we were talking to a friend, but our mum called, what should we do? If we were reading, and our mum called, do we ask her to âhold onâ or do we close the book immediately and answer her? If we were sleeping, and she called, should we get out of bed or pretend not to hear her? The answer is right there in the hadith.
As I once pondered the many stories I often hear about childrenâs mistreatment towards their parents, I remembered these verses from the Qurâan, the translation of which say:
(Your Lord has decreed that you worship none but him, and that you be kind to parents. Whether one or both of them attains old age in your life, say not to them a word of contempt, nor repel them, but address them in terms of honors. And out of kindness, lower unto them the wing of humility and say: âMy Lord! Bestow on them Your Mercy as they cherished me in childhood.â) ( Al-Israaâ 17:23-24) I am very fortunate to know of a mother who is bedridden but is so lucky and blessed to have a dear son who lives by the verses above. Over the years, I have witnessed many instances when, the moment she called for him, the womanâs son would drop everything he was doing and rush to her. He bathes her, feeds her and sits beside her during almost every second of his time at home. Still unmarried and an only child, the son has taken care of his mother all his life. My heart melts each time I remember this manâs love towards his mother. I truly wish for a son like this man one day, in shaâa Allah
Donât we all want a son like him? Sure we do, right? If yes, then why arenât we treating our mothers as how this wonderful man treats his mother? Clearly, this manâs mother is on his âPriority List.â Thatâs where our own mothers should be, donât you think? The number one person on your list of priorities. Think about it. Where is your mother on this list?
Do you remember what Yusof Islam asked us in his song, My Mother? He asked us: âwho was the one who used to hold us, clean us and bathe us, feed us, and stay with us while holding us tight when we were sick? What about the one person who could hear us before we could talk? Hold us before we could walk? And picked us up and clean the cut when we fell?â
Yes, my friends. No other our mothers. Our mothersâŠ.
Let me ask you something. Who here is not a son or daughter to someone? Surely, everyone here was brought into this world by a woman, a mother. And this woman is the person who endured hours of painful labor, sleepless nights and heartaches just to see us alive, happy and kicking in this world.
No man can do this job despite what Arnold Schwarzenegger said in his 1994 movie, Junior!
Unfortunately, although we have been given reminder after reminder of the importance of being respectful, loving, caring, dutiful and obedient to our mothers, many times (more often than not), this is what many of us fail to do.
Have you ever wondered why sometimes the urge to disobey is so strong? Why we always seem to have the urge to just say: âLater, mum!â when she request help with the household chores? The urge to argue with her? Deny her? Why do people sometimes feel it is a burden to take care of their old mothers? Well, we can certainly see evidence of this trend from the old folksâ homes that have become so common place, right?
Reflect back on the hadith above that ends with this statementâ.
The Prophet(peace be upon him) said: âHold fast onto (serving) her as Paradise lies near her foot.ââ Atagfirullah, thatâs the reason why we have this urge. I can totally understand it now.
I guess the simplest way to look at it is this.
Our mother is where Paradise lies, right? Now, let me ask you a question. Who here doesnât want us to enter Paradise? Come on. You know the answer.
Think again. Because of us (human beings), Devil and his helpers are condemned to the devils playground â thus, for revenge, they have promised, to bring as many humans as they can accompany them. Actually, they want the whole of mankind to escort them down the âred carpetâ to the devils playground. Like a big, huge convoy. The more the merrier, right?
Not in this case, naâudhubillaah
Now, put all this information together. Then we can actually answer the question as to why we always have the urge to disobey our mothers.
Here are the keywords:
Mother. Key. Paradise. Devil. Escort. the devils playground. Solved the puzzle? Astaghfirullah.
I can never forget what Brother Ali from Ummah Films said in one of his clips. âSatan slurps. Big time!â he was absolutely right. Let me share with you a story excerpted from Love is the Wine, by Sheikh Muzaffer Ozak.
One day, Ibrahim ibn Adham tried to enter a public bath. The bath attendant stopped him and asked for the entrance fees. He hung his head and admitted he had no money.
The attendant replied, âif you have no money, you canât enter the bath.â Ibrahim ibn Adham cried out and sank to the ground, weeping bitterly. A passerby stopped to comfort him. Someone offered him money so he could get into the public bath.
Ibrahim ibn Adham said: âIâm not weeping because I was refused entrance to the bath. When the bath attendant demanded an admission fee, I was reminded of something which led me the weep. If I am not allowed to enter the bath in this world unless I pay the fee, what hope do I have of being allowed to enter Paradise? What happen to me when they demand, âwhat god deeds have you brought? What have you done worthy of being let into Paradise?â just as I was kept out of the bath because I could not pay, I will surely be kept out of Paradise if I have no good deeds to my credit. That is why I weep and moan.â
As they reflected on their own lives and deeds, all his listeners began to cry with Ibrahim ibn Adham.
Astaghfirullah. How true are the words told here? As I read this story, I realized something, too. You donât have to be a genius to realize what the plot is.
One ticket to Heaven, to our eternal abode, lies with our obedience and sense of duty to our mothers. They are one of the ticket bearers and hold one of our admission tickets to Paradise.
Let me ask you a question. Do you want the tickets to Paradise, my friends? Do you still have the chance to make your tickets bearers happy? Do you still have the chance to be dutiful to them? To talk gently to them? To be kind to them? Do you?
Do not let your chance go to waste, my brothers and sisters. My ticket bearer has long gone, and I truly miss her. I wish I could still be of service to her. But, right now, I can just wish and pray that she has forgiven me in whatever wrongs I may have committed.
If you still have your ticket bearer with you, go to her now. Kiss her hands, and make her happy, stroke her face, and say you love her. Go and fulfill your responsibility so that you may gain entrance to the only place we want to be for eternity. Paradise.
GoâŠ.
**by:Zabarina, A. Bakar
Life is an Open Secret
Wise Words Publishing Sdn Bhd
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