“What can I do for you today Maggie?” The young nurse asked after introducing herself and checking the filled-in medical chart.
“Oh I’m just here for a routine checkup with Dr. Miller” Maggie replied.
“Very well then! Let’s get started” The nurse nodded.
“Thank you, Miss, ummm… I’m sorry I didn’t get your name,” Maggie said.
“It’s Hannah” The nurse smiled.
There was something about this nurse that was very intriguing. They started talking, went out for coffee and a couple of weeks later became totally inseparable. Hannah poured out her heart about her loneliness, her failed marriage and the ache of being barren, while Maggie confided in her about the addiction and how hard it was to be a single mother. Like two faces of the same coin, they somehow completed each other. Hannah was Maggie’s soul mate. She took care of Maggie and doted on her son; she was practically his second mom. She taught Maggie the values and morals no one cared to teach her and encouraged her to instill them in her child. The three of them shared an indescribable bond until the day Hannah got married….
“I don’t know how to explain it, she just changed! She became distant and paranoid.” Maggie gazed outside my office window. “It’s like she’s there but she’s not really there! Why does this always happen with everyone I love? My mom died, my husband left, my son’s aloof and my best friend changed! Every time I get attached to someone or something, I lose it! Why can’t we have just one relationship that’s comfortable and happy? Why do we always have to get hurt? Why does Allah let us find love and care after so long and then take them away and watch us suffer?” Maggie covered her face and wept on my desk for what seemed like eternity. She was ashamed of how she was questioning Allah’s will with so much bitterness, but honestly, I was relieved she did. It was time to address her doubts before they start eating her up alive.
“How’s your son doing at school?” I asked, changing the subject, completely prepared for Maggie to lift her head up and give me a confused, frustrated, ‘you’re-the-worst-therapist-ever’ look.
“His PATs are coming up and he thinks this is the perfect time to bond with his Play Station!” Maggie scoffed while wiping her tears.
“So what did you do?” I asked.
“I took it away of course! And I told him he’s not allowed to play games online or chat for hours with his friends till summer time. He can say I’m strict and mean till he’s blue in the face! It wouldn’t change a thing! I’m doing it for his own good!”
“But why can’t he have both; fun and success? Why must you be so harsh on him?” I asked.
“I’m not being harsh! Discipline is the essence of love, Lilly! If my dad had disciplined me instead of letting me do what I want maybe I wouldn’t have had the time or the chance to take drugs! It’s so easy to slip! And now that I’m sober, I’m going to protect my son, because I love him, more than words can ever say!”
“You’re not gaining anything, you just want him to succeed for him. Even if right now, he can’t understand why you’re pushing so hard, one day he will, and he’ll thank you for it!” I said with an unexplainable grin.
“See? Exactly!” Maggie raised her hands. “At least someone gets it!”
“To Him belongs the greatest example, but that’s what Allah does, too! He takes away the metaphorical Play Station so we can focus on our ultimate goal! The people we love, they sometimes change, because Allah knows the real joy is in loving Him more! The friends we depend on, they eventually leave, because Allah wants us to ask Him and depend on Him alone. This life is not real Maggie; it’s only a means to a beautiful destination! Allah takes things away to redirect us to the path leading to Paradise. Yes it hurts, and we might whine about it till we’re blue in the face, but without suffering we will never learn from our mistakes! Allah does not gain anything either way! He does it for our own good because He loves us more than words can say….”
Maggie smiled sadly and said, “Your words touch my heart. But I’m afraid when I go back to my life, my mind will take control again. If everything that gives us pleasure is taken away, how can we find joy in this life? Are Muslims not allowed to be happy?”
“A lot of people ask this very same question!” I confessed. “I think we need to define what happiness is first before we start looking for it. Take Ramadan for instance, many people wonder why it is associated with peace and gladness when it’s all about self-restraint! Prophet Muhammad said:
Allah says, ‘There are two (occasions) of joy for the observer of fast. He feels joy when he breaks the fast and he is happy when he meets Allah.’ [Muslim]”
“It’s confusing when you look at it from the outside. Of course, we’re super excited to eat and drink after waiting for hours on pins and needles for Maghreb prayer! But it’s only for a couple of seconds before we slip into a food coma! So where is the joy Allah is talking about?” I asked.
Maggie shrugged then held her breath for the answer.
“Unlike praying and giving charity, fasting is the only act that can never involve showing off (riya’). It’s purely and sincerely for the sake of Allah alone, which is what we were created to do! So when you finally break your fast, you’re overwhelmed with the joy of finally fulfilling your real purpose in this world, purely for Allah and no one else. With that first sip of water, we get an unparalleled feeling of gratitude and appreciation for His blessings! We’re in sync with our ‘fitrah’, our true nature, and that’s why we feel alive.”
“Perhaps Allah is redefining the meaning of real happiness and joy for us because let’s face it, we got it all wrong! The people you see dancing and smoking up at parties, who center their lives around being ‘hip’ and ‘fun’, are actually very sad deep inside. No matter what they do, they always feel lost and ‘dead’ inside. Trust me, I’m a therapist, and if these walls could talk, they’d tell you the same thing! Happiness is elusive; everyone is chasing it but no one is able to pin it down. Muslims, on the other hand, hold the secret to everlasting joy, in both this life and the Hereafter.”
“We get a crash course every Ramadan on how to be genuinely happy. We’re able to master our own minds instead of being slaves to our desires. Ramadan helps us set our priorities straight because even the simplest craving can become an addiction. When your eyes are glued to the TV then you hear the call for prayer, you’ll get up! You’ll remember how you give up basic needs in Ramadan and put Allah first, and it will strengthen your willpower. When you see the drugs or hear of the rave parties or any other ‘allegedly’ fun things in life, you’ll remember the day you were parched from thirst yet wouldn’t touch that bottle of water because you’re fasting.”
“Do you know what real happiness is? Look up any self-help book or motivational speeches by top entrepreneurs and inspirational speakers; they all agree that happiness is in achievements, and real joy is in helping others be happy! Because the ‘purpose of life is a life with purpose’, and that is the essence of the fourth pillar of Islam.”
“Ramadan unites us, Maggie. We gather for ‘iftar’ and walk together to the mosque and sit side by side to recite the Qur’an. This is the month when we are reminded we’re not alone, the month of smiles and charity and kindness. Muslims all around the world see themselves as brothers and sisters, even if they’re far away from their families. They find happiness in helping each other. This is the love for the sake of Allah … the most joyous, most precious love of all… and trust me, once you find it, it will never be taken away…”
“I feel so peaceful and content…” Maggie smiled.
Two minutes later, her phone was vibrating non-stop and she politely asked me if she could take the call.
“My dad won’t stop calling. It must be urgent!” She panicked.
“Dad is everything okay?” I heard Maggie ask. She then stood up, and screamed “WHAT!”
She was snow-white pale when she dropped her cell phone to the ground and froze in place….
You see, it always comes as a shock even when you’ve been expecting it…
You never know when your life will completely change to a point when you hardly recognize yourself. It could happen in a heartbeat…
And for Maggie, this was it…
To be continued…
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