*MY HUSBAND OR MY HIJAB*
*Episode* 1️⃣
It all started when i was living the life of a slay queen. Partying, clubbing, outing was my hobby. I was a graduate, but couldn't further my education due to financial problems. My parents had little to feed me and my siblings. Anytime i wanted to attend parties, my dearest aunty would send clothes and shoes for me from Scotland or send money so i could buy it myself. I never thought of furthering my education any more because my life was Okay. This was how I lived for quite a many years. My parents don't care much about Deen.They only care about my food and health. Pious people within my society tried telling me the truth but I never take the truth seriously perhaps Allah's guidance wasn't yet send upon me. All my friends were exactly like me.
Every weekend, we have somewhere to go to .All of them were rich so they have big cars, big houses, a huge a lot of clothes ,iPhone so I copied them and later became worst than them. They taught me how to drive cars so going to parties wasn't a problem. One day, at a party, I met this guy who seem rich and cute. I had to show interest in him because he is the type of classic guys I dealt with. We introduced each other and exchanged numbers. Later spent the whole party together. He dropped me to my home which made me really thought he was a gentleman. I called him thanking him for the ride. We chatted afterwards and became friends. We attended parties together and he always drove me home. My parents show him several times but all the advice they could give was _"be careful_ ". I thought I was much careful.
One day..........
*What must have made me choose my husband or my hijab?* 🤔🤔
Read part two to find out Inn Shaa Allah.,.....
*MY HUSBAND OR MY HIJAB*
_*Episode* 2️⃣_
One day, this guy took me out of dinner and guess what? He proposed to marry me. Do you think i will dare reject him? Hell no. I accepted him just as i did for many other men. He bought a ring 💍 for me, cake 🎂 for the acceptance of the proposal and the latest iPhone as a gift. Can you imagine the joy i had? He promised we will get married soon. When I show how serious he was, i decided to leave all my other men since i didn't want to break his heart 💔. I then introduced him to my family and they liked him a lot. He brings gifts for my siblings whenever he visited. He spend so much on me and my family that my parents told him never to betray him. When he got visa to go abroad to make more of a better living, he told me but i didn't want him to go besides what's the sense in going when he had so much 🤷🏽♀ but indeed if man had a mountain of gold, he would still wish for more. Two weeks before he left, he gave D2500.00 to my dad and gave D5000.00 to me to take care of myself. On the Day he was going, i really cried a lot because no one to take me out for parties and drive me home. He consoled me and promised never to betray me and his parents guaranteed the promise. He then left. His father asked if I will like to further my education at the university and i accepted it though i really didn't want to 😏. A few years later, i completed my university and got a job at a bank then we got married. He bought a car and house for us and I moved here alone . Everything thing went smoothly between us until one of my neighbors and her husband visited me.
*You want to know why I had to choose either my husband or my hijab?*
Read part three to know In shaa Allah ........
*MY HUSBAND OR MY HIJAB*
_*Episode* 3️⃣_
At my neighborhood, there was a pious lady and her husband who visited me. They said they were just greeting since they are also new at the settlement. I was glad and appreciated it. Then his wife started visiting me frequently and bringing Islamic books for me. She used to explain some things i don't understand about the Deen which made me liked her and we became friends though i still moved with my other slay queens. She would call me whenever it was time for salah even if i am at work. She deleted all my music and advised me to stop going with my other friends. She forcefully would take me to Islamic conferences and to learn the Qur'an which as a result brought Allah's guidance. I then started observing my salah regularly, fasting, gave charity and dressing up a bit proper. Within a year and a half, i did proper hijab (dressing all black) and came back to Allah. I called my husband to tell him the news and he was surprised. He allowed me to hijab. I normally give him da'wah but his mood changes towards me whenever i did. He used to get angry and always say he doesn't like my recent behavior at all and threatened to divorce me if i dare lecture him again. I then indirectly lecture him but things really went roughly. After few months, he came back from England. I dressed in all black and went to the airport to welcome him. In the car going home, I could see the anger in him regarding the way i dressed. I forced myself to get into a chat with him but he ignored. When we reached home, he didn't eat any of what i prepared and went straight to bed. That night, i dressed sexy for him but he didn't respond. At fajr, i got up to pray and read the Qur'an in a loud voice so he would wake up for prayer. He woke up and said "what the hell are you doing ? Don't you have any sense to tell you that i am sleeping? Get the hell out of this room". I told him it was time for fajr salah but he ignored and went back to sleep. He got up after 11:00 AM and ate the breakfast i prepared. I cooked lunch which he also ate. After cooking, i dressed very sexy for him but he didn't show any respond so i asked him what was wrong and he said he hates my behavior and i had to change and stop wearing that black big thing (JILBAB). I apologized to him and things became okay and had a romantic day. After months, he observed that i was not going for work and asked why. I had to lie to him that i left the job because i had to stay home to secure the house. I couldn't tell him i left it because bank deals with interest. My pious sisters came there to greet him but he told those sisters never to come to his house again for they are the cause of my sudden behavior. I really made a lot of du'a to Allah to guide him but i guess Allah had something better for me. After he send those sisters away, the biggest problem arose.
*You must be thinking what happened next right?*
Read part four to know in shaa Allah......
*MY HUSBAND OR MY HIJAB*
_*Episode* 4️⃣_
After he had send my pious sisters away, the biggest problem arose. He complained for about an hour but i didn't respond so out of anger, he said i must remove the hijab. He said he thought i was going to do modern sexy hijab that's why he allowed me. I was surprised that a Muslim like such existed. I told him that i would never remove the hijab so he forced me to decide within one week to either remove the hijab or end the marriage. I was depressed, sad, confused and almost unconscious. I spent my day crying to him but not a single word was added to his decision. At night, i prayed Tahajjud seriously weeping to Allah. I didn't sleep the whole night. The next day i called my father to talk to him. He said that he won't even dare to talk to him after all he did for him. He advised me to just remove the hijab and obey my husband for in the Deen, a woman is to obey her husband. I seek advise from my sisters in the Deen and they told me never to remove the hijab even if my marriage has to end. I didn't know what to do. For 6 days i didn't even step at my gate. I only beg him and pray to Allah. After a week, he came to know my decision. I did the worst choice. I decided to remove the hijab. He was glad and later in the day, he went to the market and bought artificial hair and took me to the salon. Anytime i looked at him, tears will flow. He knew that i was crying but he cared less. I sat on the chair and the sister here started braiding me. I cried the whole time. Can you imagine how i felt? She braided me half way and said it was late and i could come the next day to be completed so we went home. He praised me saying i was looking extremely beautiful. After reaching home, he went to the shopping center to buy clothes, shoes, makeup and perfume for me and guess what i did before he came back?
*I am sure you must be wondering that's coming up next right?*
Just read part five to know Inn Shaa Allah.
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*MY HUSBAND OR MY HIJAB*
_*Episode* 5️⃣_
Before he came back, i took that artificial thing off my hair because i couldn't sleep with it. I knew i did a mistake so it was time to correct it. When he returned and saw what i did, he got extremely angry like never before. I told him to either love me for Allah's sake or end the marriage. He then slapped me and kicked me out of his house at that time of the night. I was depressed and went to my father with the little money i kept before he came and surprisingly, my father sent me out of his house saying he will never forgive me for as long as i don't do as my husband pleases. The only solution i had was to go to my muslimah sister's house . She and her husband consoled me saying Allah was testing me and he had something better for me. They gave me a room to stay there for as long as i wished. The next day, her husband went to talk to him and he(my husband) send him away. All those days, i prayed to Allah seriously. I tried begging him to just consider me and my religion for the Allah sake for 5months, but it still the same, he refused. I finally realised that he doesn't love me atall for our creator sake, so i moved on. I got a house for rent and stayed there alone. My muslimah sisters frequently visit me and bring food and cloths for me since he took away everything from me. My life became boring with no husband, no child. Many months passes and i wasn't seen anywhere except at the qur'an memorising school and at the masjid near my house for voluntary sweeping and fetching of
water. Within 2 years, i forgot him totally and focused more on my connection with my Allah. I fast every Monday and Thursday, read qur'an, do a lot of Tahajjud and tried giving out charity.
**This isn't the* *end of the story. Read part six to know the goodness Allah* *brought to me.*
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*MY HUSBAND OR MY HIJAB*
_*Episode* 6️⃣_
After all the pain and patience, Allah brought goodness for indeed Allah is with the patient.. One day, my Sister (in who's house i stayed after the divorce) called me to her house and said she had something very important to tell me. I went there. She asked me if a righteous man propose to marry and make me his second wife, would I accept the proposal. I was confused and thought why she asked such a question. I replied to her with a " _yes"_ so she said will i accept her husband to marry me as a second wife. I couldn't believe a woman will introduce another woman to her husband to marry. I appreciated her proposal but i rejected it then she convince me that one shouldn't reject righteous proposal if you re satisfy with his religion and behavior then natural look. I wanted her to give me some space to think but she refused and said she's going to cook and before she was done, i should provide a suitable answer. I had to accept it besides he was a good man any righteous woman would want. When i went home, i was thinking the kind of goodness she has. How many woman who claim piety will do this? Three days later, she called and told me that she has convinced her husband and he has accepted to marry me. After a week, he came to my father to ask for my hand in married. My father didn't want the marriage because he wasn't as rich as he wanted him to be but he didn't suffer atall and satisfy with all Allah blessed him with (provisions). We got married and i moved to his house in that same room they provided for me when my first marriage ended. She prepared the room for us and welcomed me to her house beautifully. I really had a good time with him for the first time and Alhamdulilah i lived their happily. After one and a half year, I gave birth to twins and named him after my husband and his first wife. This made our connection even stronger. We all lived happily ever after.
_Alhamdulillah_
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