So there are nice people and there are some really dirtily mean people in the world. Sometimes, chances are you could meet both the categories in the same day.
So I was just being my usually nice self, InshaAllah. This girl had some guests over at the khabgah from back home coming for ziyarat and she'd invited them three girls to the hawza's guest house which is right opposite our khabgah. This girl "didn't know how to make biryani" and needed help. Since, i'm good with cooking, I briefed her on the process. She asked me if I could help her with it. I said I had to go out somewhere that day and would help her when I returned, if she still needed any. She's not my friend or anything. Just someone I know at the khabgah. So I come back from wherever I went, (remember it's 1000 degrees hot outside) and this girl is dressed ready to go somewhere urgently. She says one of her friends is there in the guesthouse making biryani already and that I should go there to look at it. I do so and to quite an extent save the biryani. Then her guests arrive and the rice is left to cook and is on the stove and her friend disappears. I'm not good with rice. I do what I can and apparently the rice is "overcooked." Then one of the guests comes into the kitchen and is like 'OOOHH what have u done!' Completely embarrases me. The other girl who had disappeared makes a comeback. This guest girl now takes things in her own hands to save the biryani. She puts her head down, looks at the biryani and shakes her head dejectedly and points out a couple of times how I shouldn't have done this, this, and this. These other two girls kinda turn on me and when the guest girl goes on about how "we don't know how to make biryani" these girls go like 'Ohh but we weren't even here, we didn't do it!' throwing the blame at moi. And I was like...how cheap can people get. I was sick of every person present there. Especially the guest girl who was apparently a hawza student here. I left, as quickly as I could, because she represented everything that I hated in a person.
Let me tell you all one thing. Being a talabeh (a seminarian) demands ceratin Akhlaq. It's not a choice. It's a duty. Sadly very few tullab can pride themselves of having that akhlaq.
If you're a big fat arrogant person proud of the fact that your father, uncle, and grandfather are roohani, you're not worthy of being a talabeh.
If you've entered the hawza just because it was your parents desire to see you screaming and shouting while reciting a majlis on a mimbar, you're not worthy of being a talabeh.
If you've entered the hawza with a mind stuffed with yucky cultural, traditional crap that rules you and every aspect of your religion, you're not worthy of being a talabeh.
If you have a brain full of tiring Shi'a rhetoric just because you were born in a shia family and did not see the world outside your lil shi'a bubble, and you look at people of every other school of thought as low lives, you are not worthy of being a talabeh.
And finally, but not the last, if you are so full of yourself, and if your heart is so locked up in darkness that you don't even believe that real light exists. And if you are so satisfied with the present spiritual state of yours that you don't even believe there's a way of living besides that...then you're not even worthy of being a human.
The Prophet Muhammad (S) never embarassed anybody. Even when someone brought him a fruit that was sour, he didn't express the effect of it's sourness while eating it.
So I was just being my usually nice self, InshaAllah. This girl had some guests over at the khabgah from back home coming for ziyarat and she'd invited them three girls to the hawza's guest house which is right opposite our khabgah. This girl "didn't know how to make biryani" and needed help. Since, i'm good with cooking, I briefed her on the process. She asked me if I could help her with it. I said I had to go out somewhere that day and would help her when I returned, if she still needed any. She's not my friend or anything. Just someone I know at the khabgah. So I come back from wherever I went, (remember it's 1000 degrees hot outside) and this girl is dressed ready to go somewhere urgently. She says one of her friends is there in the guesthouse making biryani already and that I should go there to look at it. I do so and to quite an extent save the biryani. Then her guests arrive and the rice is left to cook and is on the stove and her friend disappears. I'm not good with rice. I do what I can and apparently the rice is "overcooked." Then one of the guests comes into the kitchen and is like 'OOOHH what have u done!' Completely embarrases me. The other girl who had disappeared makes a comeback. This guest girl now takes things in her own hands to save the biryani. She puts her head down, looks at the biryani and shakes her head dejectedly and points out a couple of times how I shouldn't have done this, this, and this. These other two girls kinda turn on me and when the guest girl goes on about how "we don't know how to make biryani" these girls go like 'Ohh but we weren't even here, we didn't do it!' throwing the blame at moi. And I was like...how cheap can people get. I was sick of every person present there. Especially the guest girl who was apparently a hawza student here. I left, as quickly as I could, because she represented everything that I hated in a person.
Let me tell you all one thing. Being a talabeh (a seminarian) demands ceratin Akhlaq. It's not a choice. It's a duty. Sadly very few tullab can pride themselves of having that akhlaq.
If you're a big fat arrogant person proud of the fact that your father, uncle, and grandfather are roohani, you're not worthy of being a talabeh.
If you've entered the hawza just because it was your parents desire to see you screaming and shouting while reciting a majlis on a mimbar, you're not worthy of being a talabeh.
If you've entered the hawza with a mind stuffed with yucky cultural, traditional crap that rules you and every aspect of your religion, you're not worthy of being a talabeh.
If you have a brain full of tiring Shi'a rhetoric just because you were born in a shia family and did not see the world outside your lil shi'a bubble, and you look at people of every other school of thought as low lives, you are not worthy of being a talabeh.
And finally, but not the last, if you are so full of yourself, and if your heart is so locked up in darkness that you don't even believe that real light exists. And if you are so satisfied with the present spiritual state of yours that you don't even believe there's a way of living besides that...then you're not even worthy of being a human.
The Prophet Muhammad (S) never embarassed anybody. Even when someone brought him a fruit that was sour, he didn't express the effect of it's sourness while eating it.
I know people do such things and don't even realize how they hurt someone. I remember when I first converted to Islam, showing up at a masjid for some event where we were supposed to bring food. First of all, no one greeted me or talked to me. I didn't know how to cook any ethnic dishes which is all they wanted, so I had bought some dates to break fast with to share. Well, apparently the dates were old or something. I just saw some ladies turning their noses up at them and complaining about someone who brought old dates. I felt terrible because I had no idea and it was the best I could do.
ReplyDeleteNicely written! :)
ReplyDeleteThat's so unjust. It sounds much worse than what I experienced today. I don't know till when some people want to live with themselves like this, thinking they've got it all together. At some point they need to realize hurting somebody's heart is a sin that God's not going to forgive for them unless they've asked forgiveness from that very person whose heart they've broken.
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