Continued from here
10:30 a.m. April 7th 2013
It was not that she had never been insulted before. Being a house help, she was used to people looking down at her. It was not that she had never been insulted because of money. It was always money which made her beg in front of people- people she worked hard for. She had been insulted all her life by them just because she asked for some extra money to pay for some tuition fees or an unexpected medical expense.
But it was different this time.
This time, it was Amir who insulted her.
This time, it was Amir who insulted her because of money.
Money she had borrowed from him some months ago. She never thought of it as a debt. It was her son’s money. She deserved to spend it. She never thought he would ask for it. And in such a way!
“I want my money back!” he frowned with not even a sprinkle of recognition in his eyes, “You said you’d give it back in two months. It has been four already. I’ve been very patient. But now I need the money.”
“I….I’ll see what I can do……” was all she could mutter.
Why did Allah (swt) make her suffer in the hands of her own flesh? Were her life-long sufferings not enough?
The way Amir looked at her was still alive in her mind. She just couldn’t shake the image off. How can he be so cruel to his own mother? It was so hard for her to accept that fact.
11:30 a.m. March 15th 2013
“Wa alaikum asalam Farri, How are you?”
“Alhumdulillah Bhai. I’ve made the envelopes as you told me to. I had been so busy with the kids’ exams that I just couldn’t do it before.”
“Oh, it’s ok Farri. I know it must be real hard with kids and all. Take your time. Once you’ll start this, everything will just fall into a routine and it won’t be hard every month. I really appreciate you doing this.”
“Oh Bhai, please don’t say it like this. I’m doing it for Allah (swt) and I’ll get the reward from Him Insha’Allah.”
“Let me know when you plan to deliver these envelopes.”
“Sure, Insha’Allah in a week.”
11:00 a.m. April 7th 2013
She had been crying since morning. She was tired. She had to look for a way to return the money to her son. She just wouldn’t allow anyone to look down upon her even if it was her son. She had too much self-respect to allow that to happen. She opened her locker. She had been saving money for a bad time. She never knew her bad time was around the corner. She counted out the cash. It was only 4500. She had to return ten thousand! Where will she get the remaining money from? She just didn’t have the strength to think about it. Suddenly, she made a decision. She had a small pendant left of her jewellery. She had given whatever she had to her daughters and daughter in law. She was saving this pendant as it was very dear to her………the only gift left of her husband. But, the task was more important. She hurriedly went to the jewellery store in the market near her house. It was closed. Who opens a store at eleven a.m.? In her hurry, she didn’t even look at the time.
Clumsily, she walked back home. Everything was going wrong that day.
“Allah (swt) just does not care what happens to me. He just cares about the people who do big things in His way. I’m such a sinner, why would He waste His precious time on me?”
She just couldn’t stop herself from thinking.
9:00 a.m. April 7th 2013
“Assalamu alaikum Bhai, I’m going with Ahmer today to distribute the envelopes so thought I should let you know.”
“Wa alaikumasalam. You still didn’t? I thought you made the envelopes 15-fifteen days ago.”
“Yes Bhai, but Ahmer couldn’t find the time before today.”
“Hmm……I’ve already sent the next installment of the money. Make sure you don’t delay it this time.”
“No Bhai, this is my first time so I’m taking Ahmer along as he knows all the addresses. Once I know the addresses, I’ll do it alone next time.”
11:15 a.m. April 7th 2013
As she returned home to her room, she realized she only had few hours left before her son returned. She had to have the money before that. She just didn’t know what to do. Her eyes kept coming back to the prayer mat folded on the table.
“How can I ask Him? Why would he care?”
“But do you have anyone else to turn to?” someone pleaded inside her.
“I need the money now. How can He help now? I just don’t see any way.”
“Why don’t you just submit yourself? Put your worries in His hands and sit back.” The voice spoke again, but this time with determination.
She stood up and put her head on the floor crying hysterically.
“You know I have nowhere to go. You know I never asked anyone else for help. You know very well if You won’t help me, I’ll be helpless.”
She was just crying her heart out.
“I have no one else but You, Ya Rabbi. Don’t leave me now. I know I have sinned a lot and I’m not a very loyal servant to You, but still I am Your servant. You have to help me. I need You.”
She didn’t know what she was saying. She just wept uncontrollably in front of her Lord.
She was so absorbed in her conversation with her Allah (swt) that she did not hear the doorbell. It was when her grandson came running into the room saying someone had come to meet her. Then she raised her head from the floor.
11:30 a.m. April 7th 2013
“Assalamu alaikum auntie, how are you?”
“Wa alaikum assalam Farzana Beta, it’s been a long time since I last saw you.”
“Yes auntie, it’s been a long time. Were you crying? Your face looks so puffy?”
“I was just resting. Amir’s son told me that you had come. I didn’t even hear the doorbell.”
After twenty minutes, and a cup of tea, Farzana stood up to leave. She handed an envelope to her whispering, “Bhai sent this auntie. He had been planning this for about six months but it took so long to actually happen. He’ll send this every month from now.”
She started to show her disapproval, but Farzana just pressed her hand lovingly.
“Aren’t we your children auntie? Don’t you have any rights over us? Just take this as our mother. Please. You’ll make us very happy if you take this from us.”
12:00 p.m. April 7th 2013
Her hands were trembling as she opened the envelope in the privacy of her room. It was 10-ten thousand rupees, exactly ten thousand. The same amount she needed. The same amount she had been begging Allah (swt) for. He did listen. He did care. He did answer. She was overwhelmed with emotions.
“Ya Rabbi, You helped me from a way that I never thought existed. I was so foolish to think so low of You. You are the owner of the heavens and the Earth and You love me. How could I think you’d leave me when I make Dua to you.” She was in Sujud again begging for His forgiveness for thinking Allah (swt) would not answer her Dua. Then, out of nowhere, a thought struck her mind! Wasn’t she upset? Didn’t she cry that morning? Didn’t she make Dua for the money? But Farzana said they had been planning to give this for six months. Had Allah (swt) heard her Dua even before she uttered it? Did Allah (swt) love her so much that even when she didn’t know she would need the money, he had started planning how she’d get the money? Can there be anyone else but Allah (swt) to love her? She had attained peace. She had found the greatest friend.