The Girl who inspired me- A True Tale to Boost up your Imaan. Before I begin this tale, let me give you all a preface... At my University, we should all attend one special type of Semester, which is called the Residential Semester, where we spend one whole semester in the rural areas of our country so that we learn to become more independent and also more responsible. This whole time we live in hostels and cabins without visiting our parents. The purpose was to set up our self confidence so that we are able to face the real world. I went there on the Spring of 2013, it was my 2nd semester. Honestly, I abhorred that place and the idea of living in a place with a bunch of young people will create problems as you all know. And I was right as people started to take advantage of being with friends all 24 hours without any parental regulations. Coming from a Muslim majority country, I was ashamed to see people forgoing their prayers for the sake of singing and hanging out with their friends. I was one of the most serious people with my Salah there. My friend and I established the Jammat there. We were not allowed outside to the masjid and there was no masjid inside that place, rather a very small prayer room which was always empty. My friend used to conduct the Jammat while I used to give the Iquamah. We had grave experiences with people shouting at us when we invited people to Salah, at times I felt even like crying. These same people came from religious families and now they were just breaking loose. I would always say to my friend- “This is like a Shaitan’s den, people have changed so quickly”. My friend would say- “This is just a test from Allah, we just need to be patient and with the two us, it is possible. “ This friend of mine is in fact an incredible person, the greatest Muslim; I have set my eyes upon. But there was someone else better than any of us there. While I observed people there were guys, cutting off their beards, girls disposing their hijab and dancing in cultural shows, mixing with guys with no shame and may other things which I am ashamed of sharing… With all the hustle and bustle, I was at dismay, there was no way I could convey an Islamic lecture, one time one guy nearly attacked me while his girlfriend ridiculed me in front of everyone. Being doofed off, I nearly broke up my patience. But there was one particular girl who is different from all of us. She barely came out of her room; we used to only see her on our way during meal times. Her Hijab was long, dark and modest. She barely spoke to people, only few girls but she was alone most of time. At cultural programs, she would just sit in one corner and smile lightly at the enjoyment of others. She stayed away from the enjoyment of this Dunya, Subahan Allah. What amused me the most was the fact that barely any guy would approach her, she was very pretty, Subahan Allah. Guys would approach any other girls, so as to win them or so except for her… My friends and I were away from all these, Alhammdulillah. But for some mystical reason no guy would come near her. One day a group of my class mates were praising me and calling me as the “Perfect Muslim” at that place. I retorted- “I know someone even better than me” “Who is it?” I then described her since I never asked anyone of her name; I maintain my modesty with every females and with her as well since she is a great Muslimah. Then all the guys just stood silent, their face turning blank… “What’s wrong?” I aksed. Then one of them said, “She is not a good girl” “Why is it?” “We can’t tell you the reason, you are an innocent person and you should not hear of such stuffs” I was shocked and crestfallen; they denied giving me any more information. I was disappointed. When I returned to my room, I told of this to my roommate. In the end, he just said this: “You, you are the only idiot who does not this… That girl got raped” “How is that even possible?” “Yeah and not once but thrice. A person who got raped thrice can never be a good person. There must be something wrong with her. ” “You all are lying” Later on, I learned the reason why guys repelled her; she got raped and so guys lost their interest in her. But seriously I still don’t take her to be an unworthy Muslimah only because she got raped. She maintains her modesty and even in difficult time, when parents are not around, when committing sin was easier than ever, she restrained herself from all those. Perhap, Allah (swt.) wanted her to become a stronger person in modesty and Imaan unlike any others, that is why He made her experience this and even after all this, she has not given upon Him… this inspires me the most, a Muslimah who truly believed in the Oneness of Allah, undefeated by the cruelty of this world. If I were in her place, I would have collapsed for sure- even after being born a male, a female rather showed me how much strong a Muslim should remain strong, Subahan Allah. The day when I was departing from that place, I asked my friend- “Will our Jammat remain, will the new semester guys be serious about their salah?” My friend replied- “What do you think? There should be at least man who will be a strong Muslim” I sighed… remaining silent… One month ago, I visited the same place; two semesters had already passed after I left that. I was eager to see our prayer room, the room which we illuminated with our regular prayer, all the tears and sweat we shed, in order to earn our Jammat. As I dashed towards the room, I felt my legs numb as I noticed the threshold of the room. I stood there completely bewildered. The room loomed in front of me; with her prayer mats removed with her smooth floor tarried with dust, her occupants being old broken furniture, the air stood stagnant, the air which I expected to be filled with the earnest humming coming out from the parted lips of young earnest Muslim men . This was beyond my imagination. I could not stop myself… I wailed… Verily, Men is at loss- Surah Asr, Ayah-2 To this day, I still have not learned of that Muslimah’s name but I still admire her for the lesson she taught me. The dusty old prayer room still sometimes depresses me. All in all, my Residential Semester was surely was great experience because I earned my Taqwa from there and also learned to keep my patience and whenever I suffer from inconsistency of my Imaan I keep on reminding myself of Allah’s blessings and also of that Muslimah who inspired me, and I surely hope you all would learn a deep lesson from this because Allah never will burden us with anything we can’t bear- Surah Baqarah, Verse 286. Jazzak Allahu Khairyan for reading this. by : ummah99
Posted on: Tue, 12 Nov 2013 05:04:59 +0000
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