Oh, don’t you know she’s divorced.’ How often have you heard this sentence being misused in our culture? This blog is a voice for all those single mothers and divorced women.
She was only eighteen when they decided to complete her Deen. They started looking for a suitable spouse, multiple websites they did browse. Candidates were shortlisted based on worldly positions; character and piety are now long lost superstitions. Then began the interviews, guys were invited in long queues. The richer the guy the more points he secured; nobody asked the young woman who she adored. The girl was young and she was naive, not yet ready for this strive.
They saw a guy handsome and wealthy, beneath his appearance were habits unhealthy. They chose the guy based on his wealth, the way his lips unfurled and compliments hurled. The girl who was now nineteen got married to this guy twenty-eight. She had to live with a stranger with whom she couldn’t debate. He scolded her a little, scolded her a lot, her mental health slowly began to trot. Then the two became three as a new life emerged, becoming a mother her ego submerged.
His habits led him astray, his wealth and faith he gave away. The child that was supposed to be his source of joy now felt like a forgotten, unloved toy. Too busy being wild, he never cared about his newborn child. His downfall was sudden and fast, destroyed by the bad habits from his past. Then he started objecting to her piety, which he thought made him look uncool in society.
One fine day she decided it was time to let go of this tie, it was affecting her child she couldn’t deny. She gathered her courage and stood up for her right; she decided that she wanted her child’s future to be bright. She raised her hands and asked her Lord to give her tranquility. Allah answered her desperate prayer and ended this relationship which was full of despair. He gladly let her walk away and got ready for his next prey.
She worked hard day and night and taught her child how to fight. She desired to marry someone again, but society already put on her a stain. They knew nothing about her life or her strife but hesitated to make her their wife. Allah was there to see her pain; He did not let her efforts go in vain. She found true love at Twenty four, who accepted her past and opened his door. The child grew up with a stepfather and took his legacy ten steps farther. At fifty-five she was laid to rest, her patience was what helped her clear the test.