Posts Tagged Pain

“How you became a Father”

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23 December 2010

I read this article N I found it very umm interesting, so had to save it on our “space” to keep it safe as well for others to read N increase their knowledge as well as make this beautiful “relation” bit more special -this is not only for men to learn from it but for all women as well, because as far as I can tell many women  are not aware of what’s shared over here :-) It’s a unique gift no doubt but it’s given after an extra ordinary journey indeed, make sure not to miss a single moment of this time.

Enjoy! —>

“The womb of a woman who is not pregnant, has never been pregnant, is about the size of a lemon. The one who has been pregnant in the past, her womb is a bit bigger, but still, think of this, O People. This organ, it has never been duplicated by man with all of the scientific knowledge concerning it, knowledge that was given by Allaah Ta’Alaa, who Knows better what He has created and fashioned. During the course of a pregnancy, that lemon-sized organ grows large enough to hold one, two, or sometimes more babies weighing five or more pounds, plus the placenta, aka “afterbirth” and the fluid that the baby or babies float in, swallows, pees, and is somewhat cushioned by. It is the safe place that Allaah has let us all have, it is warm, and through it some faint light can be seen (!) and sounds heard. And then the child is born, having remained in that safe and secure place for as long as Allaah decrees, wa subhana Allaah wa bihamdihi.

A woman’s breasts grow also, to varying degrees. It is from Allaah’s Mercy and Knowledge and Ability that they produce milk, milk specific for that pregnancy, that child. A woman who gives birth prematurely, may Allaah protect us all, the makeup of the milk that can be expressed has the fats, carbohydrates, proteins, needed for that level of development. The milk of a more advanced pregnancy has the fats, proteins, and carbohydrates needed for that level of development. This is only from Allaah! So much is transmitted in mother’s milk that five sucklings by a baby before it is weaned is sufficient to make that baby one’s child, prohibiting marriage and permitting familiarity the same as if the child had come from the woman’s body.

During pregnancy, the mother feels the kicks, the punches, the stretches, the tumbles of her unborn child. Think of this, O men: your wife is never alone, her meals are altered as she wants more of some things and less of others, she considers everything that she eats and drinks in relation to how it will help or harm her little person, a person whose face she has never seen, whose voice she has never heard, whom she hopes will be a blessing for you both. She learns the person’s personality; this one will not let her eat meat without becoming nauseous, that one will not let her sleep uninterrupted as the soccer match starts just around bedtime, and every week, this little person is getting heavier, bigger, stronger, bidhnillaah, and while becoming more dear to you both, she also sees her body changing, and you changing as well as things progress. Are you more helpful, keeping in mind that this is “weakness bearing weakness”? Or do you expect everything to be kept as clean and fresh as it was before another human being began to take from her strength, her attentions?

And then she gives birth! Whether vaginally or by cesearean section, this involves much effort on her part. If she gives birth vaginally, she has severe muscle cramps, which is what contractions are, up to every three minutes, lasting for a minute each time. Have you ever had a muscle spasm? Imagine one coming that often! Just when she catches her breath, and is not thinking about the pains, when she is trying to remember Allaah, calling on her Lord with sincerity, just when that muscle spasm has died down, only a few minutes later it comes again. This can last FOR HOURS. The average woman having her first child is in labor for up to 24 hours. Could you stay awake that long, undergoing such always increasing pains? There are men who will not hold the hand of the women that they are married to at such times, who will not rub her aching back, speak soft words of comfort. They say that this is a woman’s job, not just the nurse, who is probably a woman, but the job of Woman. While this is true, is it not the job of Man to comfort and to protect, to show that love and mercy are not suspended while she comes so close to death? Make no mistake. Women do die in childbirth. It is not a thing from the past. It is only Allaah who brings the women through this time, and some He takes as martyrs.

Do you remember the first time that you held your child in your arms? While you thought of how small, how precious– and you were right — that little person changed your wife’s body and mind forever. Not to be overly graphic, but have you remembered or even thought about how much effort it would take for muscles that cannot be exercised to push out five or more pounds of human being? Think about defecating something the size of a grapefruit, which is the approximate size of a full term newborn’s head. When you stop wincing, then remember that arms and legs came also, with varying degrees of rapidity and ease, with someone’s hands guiding, touching a very very sensitive area. Women sometimes tear in that area and other places as the head comes out, sometimes, the midwife or obstetrican has to make a cut so that there is sufficient room for the head to emerge without damaging other areas.


So. After all of this, you are, by the mercy of Allah, a father. Your wife and your child. Your family grows. Your trust from Allah has increased. Allah bless all of you. :-)

Forgiveness

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28 September 2010

No, I did not say it is easy to forgive when someone do something bad to you, cheat or betray you, harm or hurt you, lie to you or manipulate you, it’s “because” it’s very difficult to forgive that the reward is unlimited from Allah Almighty :-)

The pain someone cause us is sometimes not bearable, N no matter how much we try we just can’t let the pain go, N because we can’t let the pain go it get even more tough to forgive the one who cause this hurt. Sometimes it’s not our “Zaat” that they hurt, it’s about the pain the suffer they made our beloved go though that makes the forgiveness part even worse N harder, maybe we would have forgive N forget if it was all about us, but we just can’t deal with the fact that our dear ones our nearest also had to go through the pain N that they also shed tears for our sake because of that someone who didn’t thought the slightest before doing something so harmful N broke the pure heart.

Now, when that is said; What I think of is, we Muslims believe that everything that happened happens for a reason N for  the better, Allah the merciful knows all the secrets behind everything, we humans can not now why what happened, until later in life. So, keeping the grudge N not letting go of the pain would maybe be like not trusting Allah completely? or what? . . am not sure!  Basically by forgiving who do we set free? none other than ourselves. (I wish we can get the ability to see the benefits of  forgiving in a time when we really need it) The thing is the one who have done something wrong N bad to us, will not get peace until the day of judgment, no matter how hard they try to “act” happy happy – lucky – blessed, the truth is that they will be reminded all the time for the something  they have done to anyone, for the pain they’ve cause – this is just the start of the punishment I guess – N beside we shall keep in mind  that day of justice the day of judgment  is gonna be very tough on everyone.

We can’t expect Allah’s forgiveness, unless we also forgive those who do wrong to us.  I fully understand N totally agree that it’s not easy, but then again what is easy in life? This life is through out at test an exam from Allah, N no exam is ever easy, it’s not suppose to be so. This reward of pain is for those who obey Allah N are on the right path, but still get hurt, for them indeed Allah have the reward. But, for those who get hurt while doing something they were not supposed to do, N that act itself  is wrong Islamically, prohibited from Allah Almighty, well for them; ALLAH knows best. One thing is for sure; Doing something that is prohibited by Allah N expecting good result, is like fooling yourself. N wise people don’t fool themselves, life is tooo short for that :-)


In the Qur’an Allah has described the Believers as “those who avoid major sins and acts of indecencies and when they are angry they forgive.” (ash-Shura 42: 37) Later in the same Surah Allah says, “The reward of the evil is the evil thereof, but whosoever forgives and makes amends, his reward is upon Allah.” (al-Shura 42: 40) In another place the Qur’an says, “If you punish, then punish with the like of that wherewith you were afflicted. But if you endure patiently, indeed it is better for the patient. Endure you patiently. Your patience is not except through the help of Allah.” (an-Nahl:126-127)


I  read something on a blog of a very very dear blogger fellow, N just had to pen down my thoughts on it hmmm. I believe all pains are different N so therefore their time of healing are as different, I pray to Allah the merciful that he give peace to every heart N give them the strength to forgive so that they shall move on with life, leaving the all pain behind, what they take with them is only the lesson learned. Insha-Allah. :-)

Some rare Raindrops

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19 June 2010
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As I was laying down the other day

I sensed something falling apart inside

Maybe it was my heart?

Maybe was it my one dream?

Or possibly my trust that shattered?

Not being able to figure it out,

Laying there without any move

I just stared at the roof

In a quite dark room

The Darkness made my eyes blind

I tried a bit harder to look for something

Something that could tell

The reason behind this feeling

Feeling of  lost words

Feeling of drifting thoughts

Feeling of empty space deep inside,

The reason for these Rare raindrops

Those that was falling one after one

Not from the sky

Not outside the window

But right here,

very close to me,  sharing my pain

Born in my eyes N dying on my cheeks.

Some very rare Raindrops of emotions!

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