Tarek Pukat: Story

An Unexpected Visit

Tarekpukat - A strange thing happened to me yesterday (I love it when I get to start a post that way). I was just finishing up my chores and getting the kids to bed when the doorbell rang. It was an elderly lady I see sometimes going past my house or shopping nearby with her husband. She asked if she could have a drink of water. I invited her in, gave her some water and she decided to sit for a while.

She asked me how many children I had, how many were girls (I think she only has sons), how my parents were and whose running machine was in our living room. If anyone else had walked into my home and asked so many questions by now, I might be a bit worried about what they were up to. But I like nosy old ladies who ask lots of questions, and it is a different generation, they don't see the harm in their questions. Or maybe they have become disinhibited enough to ask the questions the rest of us think about but know better than to ask.

I asked if she would like some dinner. She said that she had made diner and just needed the flour for the chapatt's which her husband was picking up down the road. Then she told me she knew my dad and my grandmother. Her husband had worked at the Ford motor factory with my dad and they used to live nearby my parents and grandmother many years ago. I might have thought she was a bit nutsy, or mistaking me for someone else, but she named each of them in turn.

Then she eased herself up and said she needed to be off. She asked me to tell her husband she had gone home if he stopped by to pick her up and headed out of the door.

It was a slightly surreal encounter, it made me think though about all of the people my grandmother knew. She was such a sociable lady, everybody called her Aunty and I remember a constant stream of visitors to see her when we were children. She lived with me when I was a newlywed and we were never short of guests who would come by and sit to hear her stories, or tell theirs when they needed a sympathetic ear. Better still was when we got to witness one of her occasional and wonderfully acerbic, truth-telling, scolding's when she thought someone needed to be taken down a peg or two.

When she died, we had people coming to pay respect for weeks, friends, family and then people who we didn't know but who grand had met over the 40 or so years she lived here. It's nice when every now and again someone else pop's up who knows her. Seems like a person's welcoming nature and kind words can live long after the person themselves.

Tarekpukat - Charity is a precious glory, because charity can remove sin as the water that can extinguish the fire, by giving charity we will receive the shade of Him in the hereafter, giving charity to the wealth we have, Allah will multiply the reward of the people the charity and many other virtues.

About this there is a hadith from Ibnu abbas RA which tells of a woman from Israel who had a wandering husband, and her husband had a mother who loved her at first, but eventually her father-in-law hated her and fabricated a divorce letter given to her son-in-law and the woman also has two children from her husband whom he loves.

Then the woman and her children returned to their families, and at that time they had a king who hated to feed the poor, on the way home the woman met a poor person who asked her for a little help eating bread, then the woman asked to the poor, "do you know that the king forbids feeding the poor?" The man replied, "I know, but I will perish if you don't give me a little food" and finally the woman feeds him, after the woman told her not to tell anyone. So the poor man left and suddenly met the royal guard, the guard asked him "where did you get the two loaves?"

the poor laughed "from a woman", then the guard looked for the woman and met her.

Then the guard asked "is it true that you gave these two loaves

the woman replied "yes"

the guard continued the question, "do you not know that the king forbade it?" the woman replied "I know"

guard; why did you give it?

woman; because I'm sorry.

then the guard brought the woman to the king, and he asked him,

king: "do you not know that I forbid it?

woman: I know

king: why did you give it?

woman: because I feel sorry and I hope no one knows.

then king too told the executioner to cut both his hands on the two breads he had given and the execution went smoothly.

then suddenly the child slipped and fell into the river, her mother panicked so she told the other child to help his brother drowning, in the end the two were lost in the river, his mother could not do anything because he did not have a hand. So the woman stayed alone with a wound above sorrow, then suddenly someone appeared and said to the woman, "O servant of God, I see you so sad. And the woman asks for a prayer from that person after the woman tells her story, and the person gives her two choices, do you want your hands or your two children? Without a doubt the woman replied, I want my child back. And finally the person prayed for him and suddenly his child appeared, and his hands. Then the person said, "I am the messenger of God sent to you, both hands are two loaves and two children are your reward from Allah that you have helped the poor and your patience for the trials that befall you, know your husband does not divorce you then go home to your husband, he there at home and in fact your in-laws are dead, then the woman goes home. And all matters are fulfilled.

- Ianatuththalibin Page 209

Encouraging Bad Habits in Busy Moeslimah

Book Review: The Sun Shall Soon Shine by Adejoke Ajibade-Bakare

My Young Man Was Angry Himself

Encouraging Bad Habits in Busy Moeslimah

Tarekpukat - Every now and again I have a day when I just don't want to do anything. Usually because I am tired and my body is just telling my brain that enough is enough. My brain responds by getting grumpy and finding excuses to leave the dishes, or laundry or messy bathroom.

When I was a kid, we used to go out for day trips as a family. We would spend the day traipsing round, have a lunch packed by my mum early in the morning and then usually sleep through the long trip home. Then we would get home to land in front of the TV exhausted while mum started preparing dinner.

Now when we spend the day out as a family or spend a couple of hours in the park or shopping, we come home, unpack the car and put away our things. Everyone crashes and then I start sorting out lunch or dinner. But some days I feel annoyed. I am tired the same as everyone else, I want to rest, not prepare a meal in a rush so that we can make our next prayer on time or because everyone is hungry. Luckily my husband is a sweetie Masha Allah and if he can see it has been a long day and I am tired, he will suggest ordering takeaway.

It makes me think of my mum. No matter how tired she was she would get on with organizing what her family needed without complaint. The thing is, I don't think we mama's, sisters, daughters who take on all of the care for all of our loved ones should always do it uncomplainingly. Don't get me wrong, I love the way the Sahabah (RA), the companions of our beloved Prophet Muhammad (Shallallahu 'alaihi wasallam), provided us with an example of the way we should treat each other. They would put aside their needs to help others and they would forgo their rights to fullfil their responsibilities towards others. Muslimah's do this every day throughout their everyday lives. Mothers that let their family have the best parts of the meal or make do with leftovers, sisters that give up their study time to help younger siblings with their learning and daughters that are happy with whatever is given to them and never ask for anything Masha Allah.

But every now and again it is too much. We are tired, or we want something for ourselves. We can stay silent and serve in the way we always do, but feel resentful at the same time. We are not doing it out of a sense of duty and with happiness.

Sometimes we feel as if we have no choice: someone has to do it, or what will your family think? Often we think less of ourselves if we do less than everything for everyone.

Over time as I got older, I feel more empowered to make my own decisions and care less what people think. So rather than stay silent and feel resentful, every now and again, I will decide that I have done enough and I don't want to do any more for a while. I will welcome people to help themselves to leftovers from the fridge, I will get the older kids to help with the younger ones. I will leave the dishes in the sink, the piles of laundry and the mess in the bathroom. I will do exactly what I want and try my level best to ignore the little voice that says everyone will just think you are lazy.

So today, after a busy long Bank Holiday weekend and a morning out with the kids, I gave everyone left overs for lunch, prayed the midday prayer and then decided I would do nothing for a few hours. No housework, no organizing, no preparation for tomorrow, not even being sensible about my diet. I still felt a little bit of guilt at the back of my mind, but managed to keep it at bay long enough to relax at my moms for a few hours, and enjoy coffee and chocolate.

So I would encourage Muslimah's to make time to take care of themselves, be a bit irresponsible and say no to their duties for a little while when they need to. Or better still, see it as being responsible and sensible to give themselves enough of a rest and break, that they go back to caring for their loved ones without resentment.

Book Review: The Sun Shall Soon Shine by Adejoke Ajibade-Bakare

Tarekpukat -When I was approached by the author, Adejoke Ajibade-Bakare to review her book of poetry, I was a little nonplussed. I love books, especially straightforward and fast paced prose, but poetry is another matter. I am never sure if I am missing something, a metaphor of some kind or an allusion to some deeper truth that the poet is revealing. I rarely read poetry, although I do love the poetry of the Sufi Abdullah Shah Qadri, Maya Angelou, Grace Nichols and the great Pakistani poet-philosopher Muhammad Iqbal, but I did not feel qualified to comment. Then I came to the conclusion that I don't have to judge the structure or technique of the poems, but I can describe how it makes me feel and what it evokes for me.

The book opens with a poem about a poor mother whose children are hungry, one line stood out: "Necks extended, a plea to the steel pot", as the children look to the empty pot for food. This poem reminded me a little Maya Angelou's style of writing and set the tone of the book for me.

The book is split into five sections, along broad themes, the first "Womb Tales" is around the theme of women and motherhood. I enjoyed these lines from the poem Aye (meaning Life):

Up and about

The adogan

Cracking sparks of fire

As the ogi dances

To the rhythms set by blind hands

I really liked the use of Yoruba words, I love that at the bottom of each page, there is an explanation of each word that is not in English. The poem gives a glimpse into a busy morning on a normal day, the poem gives a sense of a life that is not easy ("battered feet", "blind hands"), but at the same time gives a feeling of energy and busyness ("Splish splosh into the amo", "Cracking sparks of fire", "busy hands").

The poems in this section talk of pregnancy, birth, motherhood, and loss alluding to miscarriage. There is a loving and benign father figure that appears through some of them. Often the tone is melancholy occasionally there is a glimmer of hope. In reflection of the private nature of these themes, the poems are often not clear, but allude to events in a subtle way.

In the section called Childhood Dreams, the tone changes to a more upbeat one. "My Emmanuel" stands out with its lovely description of a young man:

Strong arms

Fast legs

Broad smile

Grinning ear to ear

A handshake

To show gratitude

A hug

To show love

The sentences are short, clear and full of energy. The kind of poem I would love to dedicate to a beloved son.

The section called Woes of a Nation again feels different: with more wide-ranging themes such as patriotism (Woes of a Nation: "And is there for all to celebrate, The celebration of Nigeria Anew."), these poems have a lyrical, epic feel. Some of the poems are inspired by national tragedies such as a plane crash or the kidnapping of young boys and girls by Boko Haram, making them feel quite poignant. Others mention the land and earth, war and poverty:

A scenery of fear, poverty and destruction

Earth shattering sounds

Hitting hard, sinking deep

Like hot rocks

Splashing blood

The last lines (from the poem "Aleppo") make a powerful impression and invoke strong images. Many others, remind us that we should not lose hope in Allah SWT and that tomorrow is a new day full of hope. My favorite poem in this section was Arise Naija, for the way it ends with a call to the people to rise and claim their land.

The poems in the part called Soul Talk are about self-reflection and self-love. They are spiritual in nature and touch on the relationship with Allah SWT, many of them try to inspire and motivate us to use out limited time well. Some of them spoke more deeply to me than others, I suspect this will be largely a result of where the reader is in their own journey and what resonates.

The last section, Life's Palaver, speaks of how we get caught up in everyday troubles, of work and missed opportunity:

Sooner I should I have come

Much sooner, I should have come

The fish waits not for the fisherman

The fisherman that is yet to come

(From the Fisherman)

Some of the poems describe the hustle and bustle of every day life (The Alms Seeker, Far Gosford Street, the Street that Never Sleeps), with descriptions of noisy traffic and the smell of food from restaurants, most often the narrator watching it all go by. A number of the poems in this section are about children and childhood (Golden Child, The Prince and the Pauper, Lost Time Not Found). These touch on the way children are affected by poverty or parents that are too busy for them.

I had my reservations, but I came to enjoy reading the poetry in the concise and accessible book, I enjoyed getting a flavour of Nigerian life and I was moved by the tributes to the people of the country who have been beset by tragedy.

My Young Man Was Angry Himself

TAREKPUKAT - Little Man was long the middle child in my home, until the youngest two babies came along after quite a gap. Sandwiched between a confident and opinionated big sister and a charming and noisy younger brother, he displays some of the characteristics of the middle child: empathetic towards others, good at negotiation, humble and sometimes a little shy.

Of all my kids he is the one that is quick to help me and loves to please people. Recently though I have seen some changes in him. More than a few times he has gotten really angry and walked off mid-conversation. A few things seem to have gotten broken.

I now have a spindle in the banister which has been snapped and has left a space in the perfectly good, strong hand rail we have had for the last thirteen years. The children reliably inform me it snapped and fell out itself while they were downstairs. I have a set of mortar and pestle bowls, one for mashing things and one for grinding. Little Man got annoyed with me and worked the grinding stone too hard in the bowl and broke it. Recently I found one of the wooden spoons my mum gave me and that I use for cooking everything, cracked in half across the top.

I love how easy it is to catch my kids out. Little Lady rarely lies and squirms like crazy. Gorgeous cannot look me in the eye when he is trying to hide something, so I simply have to look him in the eye and ask him the question: Did you break it?/do it?/throw your food in the bin? Now that he knows I can tell and that he will get away with what he did if owns up, he will happily tell me what he did. So by default, I can catch Little Man out every time he does something, no matter how careful or smart he is.

I can't bring myself to get angry with my kids for damaging things, so I have been watching this slightly Jekyll and Hyde-is behavior with bemusement. Then it dawned on me: the sudden anger, the taking slight over little things and running off in a huff, we are approaching signs of our second expedition into teenager-land. I was terrified that my bossy, strong Little Lady would be an impossible teenager, but at 13 she seems to have gone through teenage and emerged as a fairly reasonable mini adult (although her occasional moody-face gives her away).

In contrast my mild-mannered kind son is showing signs of turning into a mini Hulk as he approaches teenage. I am trying to learn how to manage our interactions so that I don't provoke him. At the same time I am being very clear that I deserve to be spoken to in a respectful way. I get the feeling that this will be a long learning curve for us. He can still be quit curt, I still manage to put my foot in it and say the wrong thing or get annoyed at him and tell him to watch how is speaking to me. Or I will pull him up on something he says and he will back-track and say it was not aimed at me but at someone else. He will go off in one direction, I might yell after him or feel guilty.

I am going to hold an image of him in my mind. When I was on maternity leave expecting Gorgeous, Little Man was two years old. We spent a few weeks at home together with just the two of us while Little Lady was at nursery. He had a very cheeky smile and he loved climbing up everything. He would always hover nearby me and whenever I turned my full attention on him, he would suddenly get very shy and stop making eye contact. Every now and again, when he gets praise, I still see this.

Then there are the good things I see every day, every time I come home with my shopping, he takes the bags from my hands at the door and takes them into the kitchen. When we are out and Darling gets tired of walking, he will carry her all the way home on his shoulders. He will always offer to help me with housework when I need it and unlike Gorgeous or Little Lady never seems embarrassed of his mum.

I will keep all of his best attributes at the fore of my mind and when he gets angry or makes me angry, I will draw on those memories and positive attributes to remind myself he is still the same lovely boy and that the changes in him are part of his struggle in transitioning through teenage from a cheeky little kid to Insha Allah a kind, good young man.

Mother ingeniously Imam Shafi'i

Tarekpukat - Once Fatima bint Ubaidullah RA, Mother of Imam Shafi'i RA., Was asked by a judge to be a witness in court. He had invited a friend to come testify. On arrival at the court, the judge said, "That may testify only you, your friend should not be!"

The mother of Imam Shafi'i RA. then objected, "You can not say that! Allah says, "... If there is no (witness) two men then (be) a man and two women among the people you love from witnesses (there is) so that when one forgot it that the other can remind ... "(QS. Al-Baqarah [2]: 282).

The judge was silent and acknowledge the intelligence of Shafi's mother. No wonder if his intelligence to his son's famous downhill extraordinary intelligent and broad knowledge that is difficult equaled by later generations.

Back when Fatimah containing baby Shafi, her husband, Idris RA., Died. After Ash-Shafi'i was born, the bundalah which feeds it with affection. At the age of two, small Shafi brought his mother to Makkah in order to stay with the senasab Bani Muttalib with the Prophet Muhammad.

He always encourages his son to love science. Thanks to the enthusiasm that is transmitted from mother, Shafi can memorize the Qur'an at the age of seven. Three years later, he had memorized the book Al-Muwatta 'of Imam Malik RA.

"He is like the sun to the earth and the health of the body. Is there anything that can rival them? "Thus said Imam Ahmad bin Hanbal RA. sharpness and breadth of knowledge about Imam Shafi'i RA

How Long Does A Female Patient and Hold To Unrelated to her husband?

Tarekpukat - Nowadays, we often hear in the print and electronic media cases in the household, even some of them have ended in the green table religious court, it can not be separated from their respective roles of husband and wife in a foster home, in one side of his wife sometimes forget their obligations and on the other hand he was always demanding their rights to the husband. Likewise, a husband, not infrequently he forgot his duty as a head of family and continue to assert their rights to his wife. Yet everything had been arranged by religion, the husband is obliged to provide maintenance to his wife, and in return, the wife must be obedient and submissive to her husband.

In this case, living in question is the need clothing, food and more, the husband is obliged to provide clothing, food and shelter to his wife, and the husband is not obliged to meet the needs of b1ologis wife, but the husband is required to maintain his wife from committing immoral, including to prevent it from doing adultery, thus indirectly, the affairs of the bed is a thing that must be considered by a husband.

But the extent where patience woman in this case, is permissible for the husband to not leave the inner living for one or two months? is it okay for husbands to leave it for a year? in this case, religion imposes limits the extent of permissible for the husband to not provide for his wife, the book of Al-Mahalli described is not justifiable for a husband to not provide a living mind of his wife in a period of more than four months, because four months is the limit of the patience of a woman in the case of these matters, it is based on a story companions of the Prophet, which is the story of Sayyidina Umar, Sayyidina Umar on a night walk in the town square medina, then he listened to a woman who recite the following:

Indeed, the night really was a long and some have passed, lonely lover who can not take a joke ria I have woken me.
For the sake of Allah ! If it were not for fearing punish the banks of these beds would really shake violently.
But the shame and fear of the Lord prevented me.
And I was worried it would interfere with my husband to achieve a high degree.

Then Sayyidina Umar approached him and said: "where did your husband go?" He replied: "he has long gone to war in Allah. Sayyidina Umar then go home and ask his daughter hafsah: "How long a woman can refrain from dealing with her husband?" Hafsah answered: "Four months, more than that he is his patience would run out or stay a little bit".

After this incident, Sayyidina Umar create policies that war time should not be more than four months, it is that women are not suffering from the loneliness of their beloved husbands touch.

Four months is the last limit or length restriction if the measure is the month, while weekly is four days. So that one of the lessons why only males are allowed polygamy to four is due to restrictions sense of patience of desire in women is four days so that if someone has four wives, then he will be able to meet the needs of a living mind his four wives each week without making them wait more than four day and were disappointed.

Reference: Mahalli juz 4 page 11

Just Want to take you home

Tarekpukat - Alif Mubarak one of the children in the village conglomerates. After high school parents Alif had planned him to lecture at UKN (University Kebangsaan Malaysia). Two days before departure Alif to Malaysia, he attended a seven-day one of his friend's father died. There Alif amazed at his age have been able to stand in front of the crowd, in the heart Alif said, "Will I be like him?". That question continues to haunt Alif to the point that she could not sleep that night.

The next day Alif expressed his intention to boarding school and cancel her studies UKN. But what happens both parents Alif surprised to hear requests Alif to the extent that the mother Alif said, "Lif, what mothers do not hear you correctly?, Alif tau dropout dayah have no future, about what to eat Alif later when the father and mother are gone?" , Alif was silent without a word, the tears kept rolling down her cheeks "Not what mother, Alif is already pleased with all the provisions of Allah. Alif beg the pleasure of mother and father, forgive Alif father, mother. Alif really thirsty science of religion ". Parents Alif just interrupt their long breath "Never mind, son, when you plan to dayah?". Alif was responding to a question of the mother "Tomorrow mother", "Do not speed elevators?" Said the mother. Alif replied "Even Alif was too late mother". But the mother did not understand the intent Alif "It's too late".

Right in October 2009 ushered Alif both parents to a boarding school, there Alif trying to reach the expectations that had been with him in some time ago. Gone Safinatun naja book, Matan At-Taqrib, Al-Bajuri, I'anatul Thalibin and Mahalli.

In 1437 H coincides with October 2015 Alif even already be in Mudi for 8 years. Poorer during the 8 Alif in boarding school, a day Alif rarely home.

At 09:30 suddenly the phone rang sign Alif incoming messages.
"Salamun 'Alaika Alif Mubarrak, longing we wait smoldering presence. Dad always mentioned your name Alif. Go home, even for a moment we were waiting for your presence in the hospital ". sister Zaifa

He snapped without thinking he was leaving home with his beloved motorcycle. In the three-hour journey he came to the hospital after a long time he had never met mainly with relatives.

Alif: Assalamualaikum mother
Mother: Wa'alaikum greeting Alif (mother hugged Alif that has long been missing from him).

Alif: Mother, Who does it hurt? Father where the mother?
Mother: Father comma lif, now in the ICU
Alif: Ya Allah (Alif cry at once it burst atmosphere was quiet, now changed with tears). Mother let Alif to pray.

Mother: Yes, son.
After praying dhuhur, Alif pray to God. "O God, my soul is within your grasp, forgive all my sins, accept all supplications, give healing to my father, O God, give the opportunity for her child slave became a father while there and when the father shut eye".

Move the fingers of his father, a miracle occurred. It is remarkable in the children's prayer thank God without intermediaries. Then my father moved to the VIP room for treatment, where Ali flah who became a friend's father, accompanied father to the bathroom, to guide her ablutions father to believing prayer. Alif always chanting the holy Qur'an verse finishes from his prayer. At that time read Ar-Rahman Alif.

Suddenly….
Dad: ... Alif Alif ... A voice, the father called Alif, Alif lap just to the father and the father seems to have been on the verge of death's door.

Dad: Alif ... Dad would go, son, father banga have a son like you. Thank you, dear. Alif shed tears, unable to Alif weir. Alif: Dad .. Say syahadah. "Asyhaduanla ilahaillah, waasyha du anna Muhammadur Rasulullah, asyhaduanla ilahaillah, waasyha du anna Muhammadur Rasulullah".

Dad: "Asyhaduanla ilahaillah, waasyha du anna Muhammadur Rasulullah".

Alif superbly father died and seven days ended. How happy Alif because he is carrying out fard ain parents. On a night longing Alif Allah. "O God thou hast perfected as a child slave for parents servants, thanks to the presence of God, forgive the sins of my parents, unlawful hellfire to them, let me bear all they have done. I apologize to you, let them pass through thy reckoning later quickly to get to heaven your eternal ".

"Amen" It sounds Alif invite the whole family expert, suddenly the mother by the shoulders Alif.
Mother: Alif sorry dear mother. Alif was actually the one who got the future, especially before God.

Recently prostration A Bride

Tarekpukat - This is a story of a bride's last prostration. This story happened in Abha, capital of Asir province of Saudi Arabia. A story that is worth considering and internalized in order to add to the faith.

"After conducting evening prayers he decorated, using a beautiful white wedding dress, preparing for a wedding.

Then he heard the call Isha, and he realized that his ablution has been canceled.

She said to her mother: "Mom, I want to perform ablutions and evening prayers."

Her mother was surprised: "Are you crazy?
Guests have been waiting to see you,
what about your make-up?
Everything will be washed by water.

"Then her mother added:" I am your mother, and the mother told them not to pray now!
By Allah, if you perform ablutions now, she will be angry with you "

His son replied: "By Allah, I will not go out of this room, to my prayer.

Mother, mothers should know "that there is no obedience to a creature in disobedience to the Creator" !!

His mother said: "What will our guests about you, when you perform in your wedding without make-up ??
You will not look pretty in their eyes !, and they will make fun of you!

His son said with a smile: "Would you be afraid because I will not look beautiful in the eyes of the creature ?.
What about the Creator? What I fear is that if the cause loss of prayers, I will not look pretty in the eyes of Him (Allah) ".

Then he perform ablutions, and the whole make-up washed. But he did not find a problem with it.
Then he began his prayer. And when he prostrated, he did not realize it, that it would be his last prostration.

The bride was died in a beautiful way, prostrate before her Creator.
Yes, he died in a state of prostration. What a fabulous end to a Muslim firm to comply with his Lord!

Many people were touched listening to this story. He has made God and obedience to Him as Top Priority.

By : Sheikh Abdul Mohsen Al Ahmad.

A Story of Women and Price Himself Against Her husband

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Tarekpukat - In an event at one of the private television station, there is one event that is the theme of the secret of happiness never end. comes a woman as a resource to be interviewed by a presenter.

When starting an interview, the presenter was asking Is it because he is a good cook? Or because she pretty? Or because she could give birth to many children, or because of what?

The woman then replied: "The secret of happiness of married couples in the hands of his wife. With the help of Allah the merciful. A wife would be able to make his house like a paradise or if it failed also able to make the house as hell ".

"It's not a treasure! Because so many wealthy wife but broke down because of the treasure, left her husband. Nor for kids! Are not many wives was able to bear many children, but her husband does not love her, maybe even divorce her? ".

Very many wives who cook, even capable of cooking up all day but although he often complained of the bad behavior of the husband. "

The presenter was surprised by the woman's answer, he went on the question, "so what?". The woman replied:
"When my husband was angry and explosiveness, I just shut respectfully. I have subjected my head full of flavor meninta sorry. But is not silence that accompanied the taunt view, because men are very savvy to understand that way. "
"Why do not you just get out of the room ..?" Asked the presenter.

The woman immediately replied:
"Do not ever do that, because your husband think you run away and do not listen to him. You need to shut up and accept what he was saying until she calms down ".
"After he calmed down, I told him:" Is it finished? ' then I went out, because he must be tired and needed a break after his anger exploded ". I went out and resume my homework. "

"Then what do you do? Do you stay away? do not talk to him? "asked the presenter curious.
Tarekpukat - In an event at one of the private television station, there is one event that is the theme of the secret of happiness never end. comes a woman as a resource to be interviewed by a presenter.

When starting an interview, the presenter was asking Is it because he is a good cook? Or because she pretty? Or because she could give birth to many children, or because of what?

The woman then replied: "The secret of happiness of married couples in the hands of his wife. With the help of Allah the merciful. A wife would be able to make his house like a paradise or if it failed also able to make the house as hell ".

"It's not a treasure! Because so many wealthy wife but broke down because of the treasure, left her husband. Nor for kids! Are not many wives was able to bear many children, but her husband does not love her, maybe even divorce her? ".

Very many wives who cook, even capable of cooking up all day but although he often complained of the bad behavior of the husband. "

The presenter was surprised by the woman's answer, he went on the question, "so what?". The woman replied:
"When my husband was angry and explosiveness, I just shut respectfully. I have subjected my head with a full sense of apology. But is not silence that accompanied the taunt view, because men are very savvy to understand that way. "
"Why do not you just get out of the room ..?" Asked the presenter.

The woman immediately replied:
"Do not ever do that, because your husband think you run away and do not listen to him. You need to shut up and accept what he was saying until she calms down ".
"After he calmed down, I told him:" Is it finished? ' then I went out, because he must be tired and needed a break after his anger exploded ". I went out and resume my homework. "

"Then what do you do? Do you stay away? do not talk to him? "asked the presenter curious.

She continued: "You do not do that, because it is a bad habit. It will host a weapon that eat you. When you stay away from him and he wanted to apologize to you, then avoid it'll make it back angry. Maybe even more than before. "

"So what do you do", the presenter asked curious.

"After two hours or so, I brought him a glass of juice or whatever his favorite and I told him 'Please drink'. I know he definitely needs it, so I talked to him as if nothing had happened before. "

"Are you angry with him.?" Said presenter to face in amazement.

The woman said: "No .. And that's when my husband started apologizing to me and he spoke in a soft voice."

"And you believe him ..?" Said the presenter.

The woman replied: "Yes. Certainly. Because I believe in myself and I'm not a fool. Do you want me to trust him when he was angry and did not believe him when he quiet? "" And what about your pride? "Interrupted the presenter. "My pride is in my husband's approval and the goodness of our relationship. true between husband and wife there is no such thing as self-esteem. Price yourself what else you adorable? Whereas in front of your husband, you have rescued all your clothes! "
She continued: "You do not do that, because it is a bad habit. It will host a weapon that eat you. When you stay away from him and he wanted to apologize to you, then avoid it'll make it back angry. Maybe even more than before. "

"So what do you do", the presenter asked curious.

"After two hours or so, I brought him a glass of juice or whatever his favorite and I told him 'Please drink'. I know he definitely needs it, so I talked to him as if nothing had happened before. "

"Are you angry with him.?" Said presenter to face in amazement.

The woman said: "No .. And that's when my husband started apologizing to me and he spoke in a soft voice."

"And you believe him ..?" Said the presenter.

The woman replied: "Yes. Certainly. Because I believe in myself and I'm not a fool. Do you want me to trust him when he was angry and did not believe him when he quiet? "" And what about your pride? "Interrupted the presenter. "My pride is in my husband's approval and the goodness of our relationship. true between husband and wife there is no such thing as self-esteem. Price yourself what else you adorable? Whereas in front of your husband, you have rescued all your clothes! "

Who is the Most Beautiful Angels in Heaven?

Tarekpukat - Ainul Mardhiah is a most beautiful angel in heaven that God has created for the martyrs who fought in God's cause. In language Ainul Mardhiah means eye approves. Or any views who saw it will find contentment in the liver. Ainul Mardhiah tale narrated in the hadith of the Prophet Tarmidzi.ra history.

When morning in the month of Ramadan, the Prophet was giving targhib (spirit to fight) to the Islamic forces. The Prophet also said, "Those who were martyred for jihad in Allah's way, then God will confer Ainul Mardhiah, the most beautiful angel in heaven". One young friend who heard the story became curious. However, because of embarrassment to the Prophet and other friends, friends are not so find out more about the Ainul Mardhiah.

Noon time soon, according sunna of the Prophet, the companions are welcome to sleep for a while before going to war. Together caravan war was this one friend sleeping soundly and to dream. In the dream he was in a very beautiful place he had never visited before. He also met a very beautiful woman he had never seen before.

He also asked the woman, "Where is this?".

"This is heaven.", Replied the woman.

The friend then asked, "Do you Ainul Mardhiah?".

"No, I am not Ainul Mardhiah. If you want to meet with Ainul Mardhiah, he was under the shade of a tree."

He found by a friend of the woman whose beauty many times that of the first woman he saw.

"Do you Ainul Mardhiah?"

"I did not have guards. If you want a meeting that is where his throne."

Then this friend went to the throne and came to a mahligai (throne angel). He found a woman whose beauty folds of the woman before being wiped-wipe jewelry. This friend also ventured to ask.

"Do you Ainul Mardhiah?"

"No, I am not Ainul Mardhiah. I guard in this mahligai. If you want to see her, see her in mahligai it."

The young man was moved and came to mahligai shown. He found a woman whose beauty folds of the woman before, and very shy. The young man was asked.

"Do you Ainul Mardhiah?"

"Yes, I Ainul Mardhiah"

The young man was approaching, but Ainul Mardhiah dodge and said, "You are not martyrs."

Immediately the young man woke up from his dream. He also told this story to a friend belief petitioned to keep it secret until he was martyred. Curiosity fighting was tempestuous. This friend was enthusiastically strove to meet with Ainul Mardhiah. He was finally martyred.

In the evening when breaking fast, pal tells the belief that the dream companions to the Prophet's martyrdom. The Prophet also confirmed young friend's dream and the Prophet said, "Now he happily together Ainul Mardhiah"

Story of Beautiful Women married to The Old Man and depraved

Tarekpukat - One time, a prime minister of the caliph Harun al-Rashid, al-Ashma'i go hunting with some companions. Because too busy chasing the prey animal, she had separated from the group of his friends and lost in the barren deserts, because animals are hunted agile enough to run away from the herd. Because al-Ashma'i kept chasing him, he lost track of his prey, worse still he lost track of his companions.

When the sun is just above the top of his head, then choked her thirst. From a distance, his eyes fixed on a tent. He tried rubbing his eyes, his eyes may imply only a mere mirage. Yes, indeed a tent is. He galloped toward the camp. Arriving there, he met with the owner of the camp, which was in fact a pretty beautiful young woman.

Because of thirst, al-Ashma'i ask for water to the young woman. Then the woman said, "There is a bit of water, but I'm prepared just for my husband. But there is still a little water from the drink, if you are willing, take ".

Shortly after al-Ashma'i drinking water provision was the beautiful woman, her face suddenly seemed happy. From a distance looks a cloud of dust from the hooves.

"My husband has come," says the woman.

The woman was rushed back into the tent, while al-Ashma'i just look at the pretty woman preparing drinking and cleaning cloth. Eh, the husband of the woman it is the old man ugly and scary. And not only that, look at the wife who gives drink to his foreign guests, he unceasingly rebuked the wife with dirty words. Then al-Ashma'i trying to calm the old man. However, the man did not care about, instead he went to step into the tent to rest, due to exhaustion mounted

Beautiful woman he'd been the only silent, without reply rant husband. No word out of his mouth. Instead, the woman was actually cleaning the feet of her husband, then handed a drink with full keta'dziman and led very gently into the tent.

After the old man really had slept soundly, al-Ashma'i ask permission for her to come back for traces of his friend, in order to find their way home. And before moving, he asked the woman, "You are young, beautiful, and very loyal to her husband. Rarely do I find a woman like you. Why do you sacrifice yourself just to serve the elderly man's depraved? ".

The woman was silent for a moment. Then give an answer, which surprised al-Ashma'i. Never previously suspected, the woman replied, "Messenger of Allah said that religion consists of two parts; gratitude and patience. I thank God who has granted me youthfulness, beauty and protection. God has led me to always remember that. I have performed a half of my religion. Therefore, I want to complete my religion to carry out the other half, namely patient (bear the tyranny of her husband) ".

It was noble woman, behold Allah provides three rewards for those who are patient: Welfare in the next world, God's mercy and compassion, and guidance in the face of difficulties it faces.

"Be sure we shall test you with something of fear, hunger, lack of wealth, lives and fruits. And give glad tidings to those who patiently, people who, when misfortune befalls, they say: "Innaa lillahi wa innaa ilaihi raaji'uun". They are getting a perfect blessing and mercy from their Lord, and they are the ones that receive guidance. " (Surah Al Baqarah: 155-157).

Subhanallah, if I were a woman, I can not necessarily get patience like that. may increase our patience. Amen

Tarek Pukat

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