The Reason for the Difference

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By: Sincere Muslimah

Lots of times we come across incidents in our life that leave us too stunned to speak. These incidents get us thinking and are recalled many times later on in life. Well, something of the sort happened the other day.

I’ve always thought of boys as rowdy, stupid things who never listen to what you are telling them and are downright annoying. But what happened made me alter my view. I decided that boys always listen to what you tell them but act as if they didn’t hear a word.

It was a summers evening and I was talking to my parents about my day in school. My school hardly ever gives holidays to us with the excuse of being a ‘senior’ class, so I had to go to school all summer long in the sweltering heat (although more than half the teachers didn’t even come).

Anyway I was talking (more like complaining) to my parents when the Azan sounded. My dad got up and left for Maghrib. Once I start talking I don’t stop, so I continued talking to mum and got carried away so much that I didn’t notice the time.

My dad came back home from the Masjid and said salaam. After seeing that I was still sitting the way he had left me, he asked if I had read Maghrib.

That shut me up as I realized how much time had passed and I got up to go to my room. My little brother followed me and said in his most annoying tone, “Your Namaz isn’t going to get accepted.”

He is the second last in our family and is extremely childish because he remained the youngest for quite a while. He is really annoying and everyone ends up having arguments with him.

I thought he was in one of his annoying moods so I ignored him. Still, he repeated his statement. “Your Namaz isn’t going to get accepted.”

That made me angry. I have very little patience anyway. I stopped, turned around and replied, “Allah decides whether my Namaz gets accepted or not. Who are you to come in?”

Smugly, he said it again. “Your Namaz isn’t going to get accepted. Do you know why? Shall I tell you why?”

I started walking again, thinking how irritating he was.

“Because your scarf is thin. I can see your hair through it. That is why your Namaz isn’t going to get accepted.”

I stopped and turned around to stare at him, then remembered what I had come to my room for, and decided to do the staring later.

After Namaz, my chain of thoughts started. My little brother telling me that my scarf was thin! He was only seven years old. Where on earth did he learn that? Who told him?

First I thought he must have heard my mum telling me or my sister, but then I changed my mind. We learnt that before he was even born.

The only way he could have learnt that was if he was in my room playing a game (my brothers aren’t allowed in otherwise) when my mum came and asked me where her thick dupatta was; the one she was wearing was thin.

Now a 7-year-old playing a game does not usually divert his attention anywhere, and this? I was flabbergasted.

And then I realised why they say a child learns quickly. He only heard it once or twice and he understood and remembered it. It is so amazing, Subhanallah!!

And all of you have probably seen the difference yourself, between the mentality of a child who grows up in an Islamic home, and one who grows up in a just-Salaah-and-Fasting home. Haven’t you?