Must Read: The Silent Lover - Season 1 - Episode 73

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Must Read: The Silent Lover - Season 1 - Episode 73

“Ladies and gentlemen, according to Miss.

Sania’s philosophy, Allah, our GOD, wants us to cover our hair and bodies while offering prayers because He’s ‘suspicious’ about us and is not sure of Himself.”

A chuckle of amusement came from the public.
“My dear sister,” Hijaab addressed Sania. ”Allah wants woman to wear Hijaab while she prays simply because Allah likes to see her in her best and complete form when she comes in front of Him in prayers, as she is incomplete without her Hijaab.”

As she remarked, the chorus of applause was louder than before.

Sania was completely silent now. Perhaps, she had nothing to offer this time, nothing to talk, nothing to exchange and nothing to argue.

“But Miss. Hijaab you must realize that wearing Hijaab is not so easy for many.”

A girl in her mid twenties took part in the discussion from the audience. Although, she was wearing a scarf but she also wore a short sleeved fitting shirt at the same time, which left her wrists and arm bare.

“I mean, it depends upon your atmosphere too. If your sisters, your mother and the women around you are not observing Hijaab, it would be tough for you.” The girl sounded gruff and defensive.

“I definitely agree.” Hijaab told her. “But I’d also like to point out that one must adopt ‘Hijaab’ by her heart naturally. It’s important to note that many of us girls adopt so-called ‘scarf’ just in fashion, which has nothing do with the principles of Islam. For example…” She left her sentence unfinished and then asked a question from the same girl.

“What do you feel when you wear scarf?”
“I…I just don’t feel anything.”

As she heard the girl’s answer, Hijaab turned to face the rest of the audience again. “Did you see? Some people blindly follow others without even knowing the logic of what they do. You must all understand that simply wearing scarf is not Hijaab. If you just cover your head, it doesn’t make you a ‘Veiled girl’.” As Hijaab spoke, her beautiful and effective voice gripped everyone’s heart there.

“And yes,” Hijaab nodded. “If you don’t have a particular atmosphere around you, it would be tough for you to wear Hijaab. Yes, difficult but not impossible. However, those who trust Allah and believe in themselves can make such things easy in a short time.

It actually depends upon woman’s own courage and bravery, that how much potential she has to change herself in a positive way and how much power she has to adopt herself in good, constructive way.” She kept her response short and to the point, inviting no further discussion of the subject.

“Miss. Hijaab, you said Hijaab is even for speech, I mean the way we talk. Would you mind explaining that?” This time, it was a teenage girl from the audience who asked the question.

“Yes, why not?” Hijaab answered very pleasantly. “Let’s open our Holy Quran and see what is written in there:

“Be not soft in speech, lest he in whose heart is a disease (of hypocrisy or evil desire for adultery) should be moved with desire, but speak in a honourable manner.” (Surah Ahzaab: verse 32)
All the people were silent by now. Many of them had read their holy Quran many times, but no one had ever tried to understand the meaning really.

“You also said that Hijaab is a Shield?”
A middle age woman from the guests wanted to confirm.

“Does it mean those who don’t wear it are insecure?”

“It is indeed a shield.” Hijaab nodded her head in a sure way. “The Prophet said:

“Allah, Most High, is bashful and shielder.
He loves shyness, shielding and covering.”
“I just have to ask one more thing.” Sania gave her a challenging smile.

“Sure, why not.”
“Why do Muslim women have to cover their heads?” Sania objected breathlessly.

“The answer to the question is very simple.

Muslim women observe Hijaab and cover their head and body because Allah has told them to do so.”

“Okay, I know that has been revealed in Quran and all that.” Sania tried her last effort to make a reason for her opinion. “But could you tell me any single ‘practical’ advantage such women get by covering their heads?”

Hijaab stared at her for a moment, as if trying to understand her question. She then said in a deep, thoughtful voice. “A Muslim woman who covers her head is making a statement about her identity. Anyone who sees her will know that she is a Muslim and has a good moral character. Many Muslim women who cover are filled with dignity and self esteem; they are pleased to be identified as a Muslim woman. As a chaste, modest, pure woman, she does not want her sexuality to enter into interactions with men in the smallest degree.”

“But I firmly believe that long as you’re covered, I think that’s okay.” Sania argued more. “I mean ‘covering’ should be important.”

“I don’t get you.” Hijaab shook her head. “Would you mind explaining that?”
“I believe that as long as you’re covering your body and not showing your skin, you’re in Hijaab.” Sania made one last effort to draw the crowd’s attention toward her. “Just keep your heart clean.

The ‘Hijaab’ should be in people’s heart, not necessarily on their bodies. If your intention is good then it doesn’t matter you observe Hijaab or not.”

“No comments.”
“Miss. Hijaab doesn’t have any answer now!” She smiled sarcastically.

“It often shows an excellent command of language to say nothing.” Hijaab said quietly.

“Accept it.” Sania gave her a challenging look. “You don’t know what to say now.”

Hijaab sighed aloud and then said,
“As for your covering, thin transparent sheets can also cover body. Oil and paint can also cover your body completely. But would it conceal the shape of your body too?”
Sania avoided her gaze, trying to focus her attention on something else but she failed to do so.

“In another famous book of Muslims, Sahih Muslim, the Prophet Muhammad stated that: in later generations of his nation, there would be women who would be dressed and covered but Unclad and on top of their heads (what looks like) camel humps. Curse them for they are truly cursed.”

The audience was silent now. While many of them were feeling ashamed of themselves, a few of them were proud too.

“Well, if you don’t mind, may I take some audience opinion now?” Hijaab turned to face the anchorperson.

“About what?” She was shocked.

Just what the hell does this dangerous girl want now? She thought in frustration.

“While doing an unofficial survey, I came across with certain interesting facts.” Hijaab looked at her hopefully. “I want to show those facts to you.”

“Like what?” She asked in disbelief.

“It’s been observed that husbands of those women who wear Hijaab are most satisfied with their wives and relatively have a less rate of affairs with other women.”

“Well… I don’t mind, if they…” Anchorperson couldn’t say more as Hijaab thanked her with a nod of her head.

“Wait, let me show you.” Hijaab said and then she disengaged her mic from its holder.

Taking the wireless mic in her right hand, she rose from her chair and proceeded toward the crowd.

“May I speak to any husband sitting here whose wife observes Hijaab, please?” She asked, throwing her glance here and there in search of any person who could answer her.

After few seconds, a man in his late thirties raised his hand.

“Very well,” She replied, and very confidently, she took few short steps toward him.

“What is your name, sir?” She asked, bringing the mic near his mouth.

“I’m Javed, Muhammad Javed.” He answered, standing up.

“So Mr. Javed, first of all, congratulations to you that your wife wears Hijaab. You should be proud for having such a good wife.”
“Well, thank you.” He smiled gently.

“How do you feel about that, I mean as a husband?” Hijaab asked, staring at his face.

Mouth agape, everyone stared at them with curiosity. Hijaab had taken the show completely into her control. It felt like it had become a ‘one-woman’ show where she was the anchorperson, she was the audience and she was the guest as well.

“Actually you know what, it gives me a feeling of satisfaction that dirty eyes are unable to identify my wife, to recognize her, to judge her.” Javed said in an excited tone.

“But it’s not just that.” He continued. “Trust me… it feels so exciting and interesting. When my wife who’s fully covered in front of everyone else, reveals her hair and body in front of me, only me. It gives me a unique feeling, a feeling of satisfaction, possessiveness. That yes, she’s just mine, she is so attractive but her attraction is just for me. Every time I see her, I see her in a new light. It’s so sweetly seductive, even s£nsu@l but in a holy way. She never loses her charms and attraction for me. She is always like a new bride for me. Being totally satisfied with her, I never felt any need to take interest in any other woman.”

“Thank you very much for your kind opinion Mr. Javed.” Hijaab thanked him and walked back to the stage to sit on her chair.

“Know what?” Sania said angrily, feeling like a loser. “I’m sure you will not be able to change the world. Majority of the women will never follow you. You’ve lost.”
“Follow me?” Hijaab laughed playfully.

“Who do you think I’m?” Hijaab questioned loudly, her tone emotional. “When people don’t follow God, don’t follow Prophet, how are they supposed to follow an ordinary, common woman like me?” She asked, laughing softly now.

Feeling defeated, Sania sagged against her chair.

“Thank you for giving me a chance to express myself.” Hijaab said to the anchorperson, standing up to leave the stage.

“That was a big favour for me, believe me.”