THE QUEEN'S LOVE: A MOTHER'S LESSONS IN FAITH
FAITH AND DEVOTION
One of the most beautiful aspects of my parents' marriage was the deep love and respect they shared for each other. My mother would often sit us down and tell us the stories of their love, how it grew from the seeds of trust and blossomed into a garden of unwavering devotion. She spoke of my father with such reverence, describing him as the man who not only captured her heart but held her soul with kindness and compassion.
Her eyes would light up as she recounted their journey together, always with a smile and a deep sense of gratitude to Allah for blessing her with a husband like him. "Your father," she would say, "is not just my partner in this life, but in the hereafter too, insha'Allah. He is the king of my heart, and through him, I learned the true meaning of love." My mother's love for my father was grounded in their shared faith in Allah, and it was this faith that made their bond unbreakable.
It wasn't just the words she used to describe their love that stayed with me; it was the actions behind them. My mother would often wake us up in the stillness of the night, calling us softly for tahajjud (night prayer). She taught us that the best way to strengthen our relationship with Allah was through prayer, and that this connection would guide us through every challenge in life. "Never leave Allah's side," she would remind us. "Because He never leaves yours."
As we gathered around her, sleepy but eager to listen, she would give us gentle advice. She spoke about being kind, patient, and humble, and she would often use her love for my father as an example. "Be good, my children," she would say, "for goodness comes from the heart that remembers Allah." She reminded us that just as her marriage thrived through patience, understanding, and love, so too would our lives if we stayed close to Allah.
Her nightly words of wisdom were more than just lessons—they were acts of love. She wanted us to live righteous lives, to walk the path of faith that she and my father had walked together. She would say, "Your father and I have built this home with the guidance of Allah. You must do the same with your future." Her voice was always calm, but the message carried weight, grounding us in our faith and in the love that surrounded our family.
As my mother spoke, she often reminded us that the love between her and my father wasn't just romantic; it was a love built on their shared devotion to Allah. She would say, "In every smile, in every tear, your father and I found solace in our prayers. We put our trust in Allah, and He never failed us." It was this kind of love that my mother wanted us to understand—not the fleeting, worldly love, but the love that strengthens through faith, patience, and prayer.
Even now, I can hear her voice echo in my heart: "Be strong, be faithful, and always turn to Allah. And when you find someone to share your life with, remember that true love is built on trust, faith, and the remembrance of Allah."
Through her stories and advice, my mother taught us the value of a life centered around faith, love, and goodness. She and my father were not just a couple—they were two hearts united in worship, a king and a queen who built their love on the foundation of deen. And as we carry on their legacy, we will always remember the lessons she taught us in those quiet nights, when her words were filled with the love.
Dear Umma we miss you, we miss you so much. We cry, cry cry over and over again we miss you Umma.
My Siblings called your name every night "Where is Umma", "Umma" "Umma" All I do is to hold them tight and pray for them.
