To A Mujahid's Wife

~A letter that a MUJAHID wrote to his wife~

 Dedicated to my Princess,

You never once

complained when you knew that

we would have nothing...

You were content on 

having only what little that you needed.

Where others would have left or moaned,

you never once let out a sigh...

You understood that 

what was written was what we would eat.

I never once complained about what was put 

in front of me...

as I knew it was your hands that brought it to me.

When I had nothing, I had you.

You put your trust in your Rabb

and in turn you followed me.

Never did I have to wonder about you

as my secrets, my honour and my deen were safe with you.

We both klnow what hardships you faced just by being with me,

but not a word did you speak.

You were strong

and in turn made me strong.

Like a vanguard for this Ummah, you concealed yourself.

Where others would rush

to please their desires,

you were the essence of Taqwa.

Life was easy with you

and it came so naturally.

You were the extension of me and I would never need to finish my words as who knew me 

better than you?

You knew your place

which was by my side.

It is the little things

that make the person and you would easily have kept me going for a lifetime.

The way you would look at me

with fire in your eyes

showed me that I was the only one for you,

you stole my heart and hide it away.

I loved your jealousy and

I loved to tease you with the thought of others just so I could know

how dear I was to you.

What chance did shaytan have 

when you would ensure that fajr was the easiest of the salahs?

I loved that you would forsake me in an instatnt to fast a voluntary fast?

I loved that the Haq was dearer to you

than my life and those of our jewels.

Watching you makes me laugh

as I wonder if my heart will ever want another

as I see you feed my child, 

as you lift her out of the bath,

as you wipe her little nose and the face she pulls.

You will never find a diamond in the hands of another

in the same way our diamond deserves to be carried in your hands.

We could have it all my love but

who sells Paradise for an hour of passing pleasure?

Not us.

In you Umm - the loyalties of my babies are.

They will love what we love, 

they will love ALLAH the Most Glorified, Most High.

They will love those who they have never met 

but will long to meet.

They will love them, better than us.

They say rivers of honey my love,

they say rivers of milk and wine.

They say pearls and gold throne,

they say musk and cool breezes.

Is it not fitting that I go

to see this land afar to take you and our children?

I fear that the gates of opportunity will close behind me,my love.

I fear others will hear what I hear and rush there and

I will have nothing to offer to you.

I know you will send our sons 

to look for their father.

Tell them that they will find me in every battle, in every fight'where the black flag is flown.

Tell them that the pain will be a pinch and then

they will see what I see,

they will see the beautiful birds that come to meet them.

Tell them the Angels will call them by the best of names

and most of all

that ALLAH The One, The Eternal will be pleased with them.

I told you once that only two things will have me..

YOU and DEATH.

My life was with you

but now I must marry again.

I must marry what was promised to me the moment I was born.

I must marry my fate

and in turn I must marry death.

After death will come reckoning 

and if I stand with the best creation,

with the permission of ALLAH, Lord of the Heavens 

and the Earth, I will beg for you. 

~ hope I would be like the mujahid's wife to another mujahid..Ameen..!