The Raging Wildfire

THE PAIN

         Dedicated to musketeer_adah

The dark clouds in the sky indicated that heavy rains were due. The brightly illuminated sun of a while ago was seen nowhere. Instead the cloudiness had spread a blanket of gloom over the people. The rainy season in which the people anticipated for the sunny moments, was giving them very limited daylight. The downpour usually continued for 10-12 hours in a stretch leaving the land very rarely or never dry. Though the land quenched its thirst letting the trees embrace the monsoon, softening itself in the blessings sent by the Almighty, the people of the Zaamin village hardly appreciated the showers except for a few.

"Ughh why does it have to rain all day long?"

"All our clothes are wet once again because of this rain!"

"Such a trouble maker this rain is!"

"Huhh... This rain is such a menace disrupting all our plans for the day!"

Such and more were the words uttered which caused them to dive deeper into ignorance as a wrath from their lord.

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Impermissibility of cursing the rain

It is impermissible to curse rain and the slave who does this is actually cursing the Creator whom sent it down and doubting His wisdom. The prohibition for cursing time and wind are authentic and rain comes under the same ruling.

Abu Huraira narrated that Allah’s Messenger (sallallahu alayhi wa sallam) said, “None of you should say: ‘Woe be upon the Time’. For verily, Allah is the one who controls Time.”
[Saheeh Muslim] 

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Among the few who appreciated it let themselves wet in the mercy of their lord, alleviating the burdens of their heart & thanking Him, was Sabira. Though heartbroken at the misunderstanding, grieved at being falsely blamed and disgraced, She watched the rain splashing on the streets with a smile, trying to hold the raindrops in her cupped hands.

The raindrops had almost filled her cupped hands when unaware her palms loosened and the water began to seep through it leaving her almost empty handed. Wiping her face with the wet hands her face had a meaningful smile as she turned around which did not go unnoticed by her sister.

Sensing her questioning looks Sabira held her sister by her arm and dragged her towards the window. Repeating her earlier activity she began slowly with a smile that never left her lips till she completed.

"These raindrops are the blessings from the Almighty, some of which are acknowledged by us and many are not, as you can see the drops that fall out of my cupped hands are too many to count. That's what our Rabb says, "And if you would count the graces of Allah, never could you be able to count them. Truly! Allah is Oft-Forgiving, Most Merciful.(16:18)" But then when a small movement disturbs us we let loose our palms causing all the water to seep out..exactly same is the condition of us humans. Inspite of all the blessings when we are tested with any calamity big or small, we forget all the blessings. If there is anything that matters us then it is just the problem. How vain of us!!

"Alhamdulillah!" muttered Khaashiya with a nod.

"Alhamdulillah lillaahi Rabbil Aalameen!"

Khaashiya embraced her sister with tears in her eyes. She knew that her sister was strong but her heart ached for her sister, her sister who had to face the false accusations and the heartbreak of rejection.

Yes, the proposal once accepted was now rejected.

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"Assalamu alaikum. Is it brother Ibrahim?"