Me and Him!


Me and Him!

Allah had chosen him for me before I was born.  I can’tlive without him, he protects all my body. He is my life.  He gives me the light of my life. He keeps mefrom the heat of the sunriseand the cold of snow. He gives me a warm and peaceful place. He is the goal, and dreams of my life. I like to live with him until the Day of Judgment. He likes every single Muslim lady to wear with him. He is not punishment to me. He is actually an honor and freedom of speech. He is the way of telling people that Iam a Muslim woman. He defends every evil eye that looks at me.  He is the power of myself. When Iam with him, I feel that I have freedom of life and self-confidence.

He is my eyes thatI look, my ears that I hear, my mouth that I speak, my tongue that I taste, my  hands that I take, my feet that I walk!When Iam with him, no one can harm me even ants. Without him, life is nothing.  He is my two feathers that I flow. Even when Iam in the grave I would like to see him at my side.

All my successes depend on him. When Iam with him he doesn’t like to be tight and that describes all my body, he is overall my state of being. He always reminds me that the prophet cursed the man who wears women’sclothes and women who wears men’s clothes. Also he reminds me of Allah, In Chapter 33 known as al-Ahzab, verse 59, Allah gives the following command to Prophet Muhammad (SAW):

يَاَيُّهَاالنَّبِيُّ, قُلْلأَزْوَاجِكَوَبَنَاتِكَوَنِسآءِالْمُؤْمِنِيْنَ: يُدْنِيْنَعَلَيْهِنَّمِنْجَلاَبِيْبِهِنَّ….

He defends me to leave the house with shape of my body defined, or my hair showing or perfumed. He told me that Iam different and that, Iam not a nonbeliever, but that I am slave of Allah.

He is not oppression and domination. He is the symbol of modesty and faith in Islam. He is my attitude. His name is protection, knownpartition or barrier.That means he is a barrier from all the problems of the bad things.He honors me every single time.Nobody forcedme to him. He leads me to acquire knowledge, become a scholarand a source of light like:Khadija,Aisha and FatimatulZahraa (R.A) my Allah mercy on them.His intention is to evaluate me everysingle step towards the right path.

Iam very proudof him, I have to be with him to identify and be recognizedas being Muslim lady. Healways say to me, “You can change your societywith positiveimpact; you have the ability to improve and develop your people and your country.” He made me to become the best daughter, the best sister, the best wife, the best mother, the best student, the best teacher the best employee, the best employerthe best doctor, the best manager, and  the best accountant. He knows that Ideeply have dignity, value and respect.He knows that Iam Diamond and Gold. He knows that Iam honest and can’tthieveor deceivesomeone.He lives in all my veins. Also he travels where ever I travelled, he sits where I sat, he stand where I stood and he stays wherever I stayed. When Iam at the market, bank, office, bus or walking street, Iam respected because Peopleknowthat I have my Islamic attitude.

I was born with special and massive gift andthat gift is Islam, every person that I met is Muslim, everything thatsurroundsme, talks and reminds me Allah. No matter where I from, no matter what is my ethnic group, no matter whether Iam poor or wealthy, no matter whether Iam young or old, he is mine.Iam not a modelor mixedstyle but Iam role model and a pure Muslim lady. Every single second, minute, hour, day, week, month, year and years,I represent Islam and Iam an Ambassador of Islam.

I believe in Allah. I believe his messenger.  I know heis thetruth.He is the entire system that I live.He the way that I act, the waythat I talk, the way I care. He leads me to be kind and respect others; he encourages me to help poor people.This man is not my father, my brother, my neighbor, my colleagues, my classmates, my student, my teacher, my employeeor my husband , but he is my Hijab that Iam wearing now! I feel of his love so I don’t accept to take-off my Hijab.

The End

In Somali read the story below the link;

Aniga iyo Isaga !

By:- Fatima Bouni

Hargeisa, Somaliland