Everyone we meet, every experience we have is a gift from Allah. A moment in time to learn, a moment to teach, a moment to be grateful. We just need to open our eyes and hearts to these moments and get the most out of them.
As parents we all dread the times when our child gets seriously injured. Not a scrape on the leg, or a bruised knee, but those dreadful open wounds. This is exactly what happened recently to my 5 and a half year old son. One night as we were all just quieting down- getting ready for our bedtime routine, Omar was being his regular full of energy self- he ran into the kitchen and fell down and hit his head on the corner of the wall and voila his cries told me that this was not an ordinary fall. There was blood….This fall warranted a trip to the hospital where daddy and son stayed the whole night waiting for two stitches. Omar was pretty brave Alhamdoulilah, his only tears were the ones he cried at home…Knowing him… his curiosity about the hospital and fellow patients probably took the upper hand to his fear and pain.
We were advised to bring him back to any clinic in one week to have the stitches removed. Daddy brought us to a local clinic after work one night. This clinic unlike others near us was open until 10pm, or so we thought. Arriving we noticed it was closed-I asked the office next door if they had closed early and she said “if the Doctor had reached his "quota” of patients for the day then he does close earlier. So we decided to come back the following day. Only this time Daddy would not stay with us. It would only be my son, my daughter and I.
Upon arrival we took a number and judging by how slow those numbers were moving we would no doubt be there for some time. I brought reading books but how could I forget the coloring books? We sat in the waiting area, walked around a bit, read and then the children went on their own little discovery trail only as far as my eye would go of course. Soon after a woman sat next to us, her name was Nadia. Alhamdoulilah- it is always nice to meet a sister.
We began talking about our children, she has 4 Masha Allah. We spoke about Islam, the fact that I was a revert and how I was learning Arabic, and one of my favorite topics…Moroccan cooking. Interestingly enough Nadia said she lived in the next city and that there was a very large community of Muslims. She also said that she knew another revert (of 25 years) who sometimes organizes halaqa’s for revert sisters, and there are often activities for children etc. This was very very interesting to me. Being a stay at home mom, who unfortunately rarely meets fellow sisters, this was almost too good to be true. I of course gave Nadia my number and she said she would call me soon with more information on upcoming events.
After that encounter, I was just loving my day and our visit to the clinic. The children were still being patient Alhamdoulilah. While I was speaking to Nadia, another woman came in and sat near us. She was very tall, and very classy, and seemed to be in her late twenties. She commented on how beautiful my children were and I continued to speak to Nadia. When Nadia left, this lady (we did not even introduce ourselves for some reason, but our conversation was very interesting to say the least). asked me if I spoke Arabic? I was surprised by her question and answered yes, enough for my prayers and a little conversation. She then told me that she was interested in a Muslim, while her parents had accepted her decision, her friends had not. I told her in my humble opinion that at least her parents had accepted it, because they were the most important and God willing her friends would come around. She asked a few more questions and then it was her turn to see the Doctor. We said our good-byes, but I had this nagging feeling that I should at least offer her my number or facebook. Perhaps she could use a friend to talk to or this could be a great opportunity for Dawah. I regretted not talking enough about Islam-even though the words Alhamdoulilah and Insha Allah were said, I felt that I should have said more. So as she came out of the Doctors office, I offered her my number and facebook and she seemed happy and surprised.
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Nazir binNaseeb Al-Mujaahid
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