AbdurRahman

 Chapter 12 – The Jealous Wives It was a morning no one would ever forget. Maikudi had left the house early that day, smiling as usual, reminding the children to behave and telling the wives he would be back before sunset. None of them knew it would be the last time they would hear his voice in strength. On his way back from work, tragedy struck. A terrible accident happened on the road. His body was badly injured, and by the time help arrived, he was unconscious. He was rushed to the hospital in critical condition. Doctors worked tirelessly, but the damage was severe. Maikudi fell into a deep coma. For three long months, he did not wake up. The news spread like fire. Ameera, Sakina, and Maryam rushed to the hospital with the children. When they saw him lying there, motionless, surrounded by machines, tubes, and monitors, their hearts broke into pieces. Ameera collapsed into tears. Sakina held the bed rail tightly, shaking. Maryam stood frozen, unable to speak. “This cannot be happ...

 Chapter 11 – The Jealous Wives It was a very bright morning, the kind that carried calmness in the air. A cool breeze passed gently through the windows, touching the curtains and whispering peace into the house. For the first time in many years, the house woke up without tension, without fear, without hidden bitterness. That morning, Sakina and Maryam woke up early. They looked at each other and smiled—something that once felt impossible. “Let us wake Ameera,” Sakina said softly. Maryam nodded. “She deserves rest today.” They walked quietly to Ameera’s room and knocked gently. “Ameera,” Sakina called. “Wake up.” There was no response. Maryam smiled and opened the door slowly. Ameera was still sleeping deeply, her face calm, her body clearly tired from years of carrying burdens. Maryam whispered, “SubhanAllah… she is exhausted.” Sakina sat beside her and touched her shoulder gently. “Ameera… wake up. Fajr time has passed.” Ameera opened her eyes suddenly and sat up in shock. “Fajr?...

 Chapter 10 – The Jealous Wives When Sakina and Maryam returned to the house that day after the discussion, something happened that neither of them had prepared their hearts for. As they entered the compound, the children ran out happily. But what shocked them most was not the noise or the laughter—it was who the children ran to. “Mother Ameera!” one of Maryam’s children shouted joyfully. “Mama!” Sakina’s little boy cried as he jumped into Ameera’s arms. Ameera laughed softly, holding them close, fixing one child’s hijab and wiping dust from another’s face. The children surrounded her, pulling her hands, asking her to play, telling her stories, laughing freely. Sakina stopped walking. Maryam froze. They looked at each other in disbelief. Maryam whispered, “Are they… calling her mother?” Sakina’s voice trembled. “My son… he never used to smile like that.” They stood there silently, watching as the children played around Ameera—some climbing onto her lap, some sitting beside her, oth...

 Chapter 9 – The Jealous Wives One quiet afternoon, while Ameera was seated in the house supervising the younger children as they revised their lessons, her phone rang. She looked at the screen and froze. The name staring back at her was one she had not expected to see again so soon—Sakina. Her heart began to beat faster. For a moment, she considered ignoring the call. Memories rushed back to her: the insults, the accusations, the court, the tears, the humiliation. Her hands trembled slightly as the phone continued to ring. At last, she answered. “Assalamu alaikum,” Ameera said softly. There was a pause on the other end before Sakina replied, her voice sounding uncertain. “Wa alaikum salam… Ameera.” “Yes?” Ameera asked carefully. “I want us to meet,” Sakina said. “There is something important we need to discuss.” Ameera swallowed hard. “Meet? Where?” “At Shoprite,” Sakina replied. “Please. Just come. Maryam will also be there.” The mention of Maryam made Ameera’s chest tighten. Fea...

 Chapter 8 – The Jealous Wives When they returned home after the court case, the house no longer felt like a home. The walls were the same, the rooms were the same, but something inside them had broken beyond repair. Maikudi walked in slowly, his steps heavy, his face tired—not from sickness, but from disappointment. He sat down in the parlor without saying a word. Ameera followed quietly and stood by the door, while Sakina and Maryam sat on the other side, whispering to each other. For a long time, silence filled the room. Then Maikudi spoke. “I have seen everything,” he said in a low voice. “Not only in court… but in my heart.” No one answered. “When the doctor came to this house and said my condition was critical,” he continued, “that I might die if a kidney was not found… what did you do?” Sakina looked down. Maryam folded her arms. Maikudi raised his voice slightly. “Instead of standing together, instead of thinking about my life, you fought. You accused. You destroyed each ot...

 Chapter 7 The Jealous Wives It was a holiday, one of those rare days when everyone was at home at the same time. The house felt warmer than usual, filled with movement, laughter, and the noise of children running from one room to another. Food was cooking in the kitchen, and the smell spread through the house, giving a sense of togetherness that had been missing for a long time. From the outside, anyone passing by would think the family was finally whole again. Ameera moved quietly from one place to another, doing what she had always done. She checked on the food, cleaned where needed, and made sure the children were comfortable. Her face carried calm, but inside her heart, she remained cautious. Experience had taught her that peace in the house could change without warning. Sakina sat nearby, holding her child. As she watched Ameera move around, memories flooded her mind. She remembered the days she was weak, the nights she could not sleep, and the fear that had filled her heart ...

 Chapter Six  The Jealous wives  Maikudi became completely worn out by everything that was happening in his home. Every single day came with a new quarrel, new accusations, new tears. His heart was heavy, his mind restless, and his body tired. No matter how hard he tried to be fair, no matter how many rules he set, peace refused to stay. At last, he decided that the matter had grown beyond him alone. One evening, he gathered courage and said, “This problem is bigger than me. I will call our families. Maybe when elders speak, hearts will soften.” Messages were sent to everyone. Parents, uncles, aunties, elders, and respected relatives from both his side and the wives’ families came together. The house was filled with people, but instead of comfort, the air was tense and cold. Ameera sat quietly at the edge of the room, her eyes lowered. Sakina sat upright, her face filled with sorrow. Maryam sat beside her, nodding gently as if already agreeing with everything Sakina would...

 Chapter Five The Jealous Wives After the death of Sakina’s child, the atmosphere in the house changed completely. Grief spread beyond the walls of their home and reached the ears of neighbors, relatives, and people in the community. Instead of comfort and sympathy, suspicion slowly began to grow. All eyes turned toward Ameera. Whispers followed her wherever she went. Women gathered in corners, lowering their voices when she passed. Some openly questioned her character, while others hinted at things too painful to repeat. “Why did the child die?” “Such things don’t just happen.” “Isn’t Ameera always at home?” “Maybe there is more to this story.” Ameera heard the rumors. Each word pierced her heart like a knife. She was shocked, exhausted, and deeply hurt. Never in her life had she imagined that patience and kindness would be repaid with such accusations. She cried in silence, turning only to Allah in the depths of the night. Maikudi noticed the tension and the growing noise from th...

 *Our Biggest Challenge in Deen* _{ Mental Distractions }_ We are living in an era of noise — constant distractions from all directions. Social media, movies, music, gossip, endless scrolling — everything pulling us away from Allah ﷻ. Even in salah, our minds wander.  We remember everything except the One we are standing before. We’ve become so attached to this dunya — chasing likes, fame, wealth — wanting to be “normal” like everyone else. Ask yourself *But at what cost?* We're seeking worldly pleasure with all our might… and forgetting the Hereafter. Our hearts are tied to TikTok, Instagram, Facebook, YouTube, and music. We've lost our focus. We dream of becoming billionaires — even if the income is haram. Online businesses built on deceit… lies we know are false. We betray, we cheat — just to make money, just to “make it.” You can scroll TikTok for 30 minutes without blinking… But can’t focus two minutes in salah. Your heart is active — but not with Allah. Your constant tho...

 🔺 *Two MAJOR sins we belittle*🔺 by Asma bint Shameem  Allaah Subhaanahu wa Ta’aala gives us some very important instructions in Surah al-Hujuraat.  🍃He says: ‎يَا أَيُّهَا الَّذِينَ آمَنُوا اجْتَنِبُوا كَثِيرًا مِّنَ الظَّنِّ ‎ إِنَّ بَعْضَ الظَّنِّ إِثْمٌ وَلَا تَجَسَّسُوا  “O you who believe! Stay away from much suspicions, indeed some suspicions are sins. And spy not..”  (Surah al-Hujraat: 12) I’m sure all of us have read this Aayah many, many times in our lives.  But have we really ‘read’ it with the ‘eyes’ of the heart? Have we really _understood_ the Order, the Command that the Lord of the Heavens and the Earth is giving us? Allaah Subhaanahu wa Ta’aala is addressing ME and YOU.  He’s saying “O you who believe”. That’s me and you.  So pay attention! Next He says: *“STAY AWAY from suspicions...! And SPY NOT!”* Our Creator and MASTER is ORDERING us *not to be suspicious or spy on one another. * Yet, somehow we feel that this Aayah does not...