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By: A Muslim Sister
Source: MuslimVillage.com
“Second wife! The words reverberated through my brain. Why? Am I not good enough? Never! I will never accept a second wife! If you want a second wife you can go out and get one as long as you know that I will not be here when you come back!
Those were my words to my husband a few years ago when he mentioned to me that he is intending to marry again a second time. It was a woman recently divorced, 4 children. She is having a hard time, he said, she don’t know where the next meal is coming from or how to provide adequately for her children. “Where is their father?” I asked, “Can’t he take care of his own kids? Why do you a strange man have to carry another man’s burden? Surely there are other ways that you can help her out financially without having to MARRY her!
I could not imagine myself in a plural marriage. Sharing my husband with another woman. Sharing his love, his smiles, his jokes with a woman other than myself. I could not fathom him holding her close and whispering loving words in her ears. It was unacceptable. An outrage. After all I have been to him. Wife, lover, mother, doctor, housekeeper. I raised 3 of his beautiful children. How can he insult me by marrying another woman as if I am not good enough? Not pretty enough. Not young enough or just plain not ENOUGH!
NO! I could not accept that and I vehemently made my stance clear to him. If she walks in, I walk out! Plain and simple. If he is willing to risk our marriage, our life, our children for another woman, then he must go ahead. I will not stand for it!
It all seems so many years ago now. When I thought that life would last forever and that nothing will ever change. But it did….
My husband did not get married to a second wife. After all my warnings and threats of leaving he abandoned the idea. I don’t know what happened to the women and children. My guess is that they moved on to another town.
He never mentioned a second wife again and I was happy with that. I managed to hang on to my husband but I didn’t know that our time was running out.
His last words to me were that he had a headache and is going to lie down till Esha. He never read Esha namaaz that night, because he never woke up.
I was devastated by his sudden death. The man whom I have spent my life with, snatched away from me in a second. I mourned him for a long, long time. Neglecting my children and the business. Soon all went to waste and we started losing everything one by one. First the car then the shop, then the house.
We moved in with my brother and his family. My 3 children and I crowded the house and my sister in law soon became annoyed by our presence. I needed to get out, to work and find a place of our own instead of living off the leftovers of others. But I had no skill.
When my husband was alive we lived comfortably. I had no need to go out and work or equip myself with a skill. Life was very difficult for me and my children and I wasn’t young anymore. I missed him every day with every beat of my heart. How could one’s condition change so drastically?
One day my brother told me that someone he knew is looking for a wife. He was a good person, good akhlaq and very pious. Perfect for me, but he wants me to be his second wife.
It’s the second time in my life that the word second wife was mentioned to me. But how different the circumstances.
He came to my brother’s house to see me. There was an immediate connection between us. I liked him and I liked everything about him. He told me that his first wife knows that he is intending to marry again but that she is obviously not supportive of the idea and that he doesn’t know what her reaction will be when he tells her that he had found someone. His answer he said, will be dependent on her acceptance of Polygamy.
I started praying Istikhara that night. I so desperately wanted it to work out. I remembered so many years ago when the life of another woman depended on my decision and what my decision was. I felt contrite, I felt that because I did not give another woman a chance, a space in my life, that Allah will punish me this time around.
I repented, not once in my life did I think my action worthy of repentance because I had done nothing wrong. I only protected what was mine. Now that I am on the receiving end, I realized how wrong I was in denying another woman this PRIVILEGE of a husband. I prayed that she will accept me.
He phoned me a few days later telling me that his wife is having a hard time accepting it but that she is willing to meet me.
I was nervous the day of the meeting. I prayed a lot the day before and asked Allah to help me. When I met her, she was a person, a woman like me. A woman who loves her husband and fears losing him.
She took my hand and with tears in her eyes said: “This is very hard for me, but I hope that we can be sisters” her words broke my heart.
All I needed in these dark days was a hand reaching out to me and embracing me, giving me hope and the will to carry on. His wife was to me, the woman that I could not be and I will be forever grateful for that. I thought that no one could love her husband the way I loved mine, but she taught me the true meaning of unconditional love.
You never know a person’s situation until you are in it. Judge by what is right according to Qu’ran and you will see how Allah subhanahu wa ta’ala will sent double fold of blessings your way.”
Imekuja Miguuni mwako Utaivaaa,Ama Utaiacha uchomwe na Miba????
Nimeivunja vuja hapo juu mkuu. Mtoa mada kachukulia wote huku wanaielewa hii lugha
Wanadhani wote tumesoma umu jamani ata kama wenginee tumeungaunga shule za st kayumbaNimeivunja vuja hapo juu mkuu. Mtoa mada kachukulia wote huku wanaielewa hii lugha
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ASANTE SANA MKUU HIZI STORI WAWE WANAANGALIA LUGHA MIMI SIKUELEWA ATANgoja niitafsiri na kuifupisha kwa lugha yetu tukufu kwa faida ya wengi.
Ni story ya mama mmoja.
Miaka kadhaa alikuwa kaolewa huyo mwanamke na waliishi maisha mazuri sana na mumewe wakiwa na watoto wa3, nyumba, duka na gari. Mumewe siku1 alikuja na kumwambia mkewe kuwa anampango wakuonheza mke wa pili. Mke alishtuka na kumwapia kuwa akimleta ataachana nae. Alimpenda sana mumewe na hakuwa tayari kushea na mwanamke mwingine. Pamoja na jitihada za mumewe kumweleza kuwa mwanamke anayetaka kumuoa ni single mother mwenye watoto wa4 ambae alitelekezwa na bwanaake na haijulikani alipo na anateseka sana, mke alikazia maamuzi yake kuwa katu katu hataki. Kama ana huruma sana, basi amsaidie pasipo kumuoa. Baadae mumewe alisitisha mpango wake na yakaishia hapo. Baadae yule mume alikuja kufa ghafla siku moja. Kila walichokuwa nacho kikasambaratika. Gari ikaishia, duka likafilisika na nyumba nayo ikatoweka. Umaskini ukamzidi, akaomba hifadhi kwa kakayake na akapokelewa ambapo aliishi kwa kusumangwa sana na wifi na kushindia makombo. Kakayake akamletea habari kuwa kuna mwanaume anahitaji mke wa pili na anampenda hivyo kama yupo tayari awaunganishe wakutane. Alikumbuka namna alivyopinga ukewenza alipokuwa na mumewe lakini safari hii alikuwa hana jinsi kwani alikuwa akiswali sana akimuomba Mungu ampe mume amsitiri. Hakuwa na ujuzi wowote hata wakufanya kazi hivyo alikuwa tayari pasipo hiyana. Kukutana na yule bwana, akaambiwa kuwa mke wa kwanza hajaafiki ila ataenda kumshawishi akubali kuongezewa mke mwenza. Yule mama alirudi nyumbani akisali sana na kumuomba Mungu yule mke wa kwanza akubali. Mkewakwanza alikubali ingawaje kwa shingo upande na walikutanishwa. Yule mke wa kwanza alimpa mkono huku akilia na kumwambia ingawaje ni vigumu sana ku share mume, nimekubali na kuridhia tuwe sister(wakewenza). Kisha aliolewa na kusitirika. Akakumbuka ni namna gani akikuwa na moyo mgumu kumruhusu mumewe kumsitiri yule mwanamke aliyekuwa na watoto wa4. Aliumia sana na kujifunza kitu maishani. Hujafa hujaumbika.
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