“That girl is so audhu billah!” Fatima said, shaking her head.
“Why? What happened?” Asma queries.
“She just gets under my skin in such a terrible way,” Fatima complained. “Uurrgh!”
“Or so I see,” Asma notes, looking back at Aisha who was disappearing at the end of the long corridor, her Abaya following modestly and obediently behind.
“Why can’t she just mind her own business, subhanAllah!” Fatima continues her lamentations.
Asma remained quiet knowing all too well that her friend would tell her everything that had transpired between her and Aisha with no coercion.
“Apparently,” hands on her hips, “She thinks that my sense of hijab is missing and that I snuggle with boys too much and that my Abaya is too revealing!”
“Which is all true by the way,” Juweiriyah pointed out.
“Whose side are you on?”
“The truth,” she said. “I am on the side of Haqq,”
“Which means you are on her side!”
“There are no sides her sweety,” Juweiriyah, “only bateel and haqq,”
Fatima sighed, shook her head and raised her palm ready to walk away from her best friend.
“If you guys expect me to be all covered up like her then you will wait a looooong time!”
“Hold on a second Fatima,” she held her hand, pulling her back. “Hate Aisha as much as you want but the truth remains to be the truth no matter how weak it seems, and falsehood will always be that no matter how seemingly strong it is.”
Fatima rolled her eyes.
“Girl, you are a Muslim and that is the best gift you will ever have in this world. Your modesty is everything. You walking around without hijab so the boys can marvel at your hair will not earn you any respect. And hijab goes beyond just dressing, Fatima. It starts with your heart and doing what pleases Allah.”
“But I know myself. Just because I have a particular sense of freedom doesn’t mean that I don’t know what I am doing,”
“And what is it that you are doing?”
“Living, sweety, living!”
“What kind of living will it be if you are not living according to how Allah wants you to?”
“Oh, come on now,” she said. “I am still young. I think I have enough time for repenting,”
“SubhanAllah!” Asma shook her head. “May Allah guide us all my sister. Don’t you remember just last week was Ali’s burial, and he was younger than us, may Allah have mercy on his soul. Kullu nafsin dhaiqatul maut. Death never chooses you for your age or skin color or wealth. When your sustenance comes to an end in this world, that’s it!”
“And remember,” hugging Fatima. “Everything precious is always hidden- diamonds, gold, pearls; and the most valuable gem in the whole world is a Muslimah who is appropriately covered up!”
Every soul will taste death. And We test you with evil and with good as trial; and to Us you will be returned. Qur’an 21:35
On the authority of Abi Ruqayyah Tamim ibn Aws ad-Dariyy (ra) that verily the Prophet (peace be upon him) said: “The religion is naseeha (good advice)”. The people said: “To whom?” The Prophet (peace be upon him) replied: “To Allah and to His book and to His Messenger and to the leaders of the Muslims and to the common folk of Muslims.[Reported by Muslim] Source