Must Read: The Silent Lover - Season 1 - Episode 74

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Must Read: The Silent Lover - Season 1 - Episode 74

“Our today’s class is about the secrets of a successful marriage.” She told them as they all stood at their places to greet her with respect.

“Please, be seated dear students.” She told them in a pleasant voice. As usual, she was gracefully covered from head to toe, wearing a royal blue Abaaya and light blue scarf with only her big, black eyes visible, shadowed by long, curved lashes.

“But, first of all,” She began in her typical feminine voice. “I want all of you to note our school’s official website’s address.”
“Yes, please?” A front row student asked curiously.

“It’s http://www.ahischool.org.“ She told them and then for their convenience, she wrote it on the Classroom’s board as well. “Although our web is still under construction but hopefully with the help of Allah, we’ll be able to launch it soon.”
“Alright, now back to our present topic.” She turned back to face her students once again as they finished writing the web address into her notebooks.

“Madam, if I’m not forgetting you have selected the same topic for your research too, right?” This time it was Deeba who asked the question.

“You mean marriage?” Hijaab asked and on Deeba’s affirmative nod, she said, “Well, a kind of, you can say. But I’m actually doing research on Islamic philosophy of love. Both topics are co-related, though.”

“So,” She began her lecture in her pleasantly calm voice. “Here’re some simple rules to follow.”
“Be your spouse’s friend.” As she spoke, Deeba noticed her big dark eyes growing even bigger above that blue scarf that covered her face. “Show interest in your mate’s life.

Never be emotionally, mentally, or physically abusive to your spouse. Show affection for your mate. Be kind, gentle, and loving.”

“But Madam, don’t we all make mistakes?” This time it was a teenage girl’s voice from the middle rows.

“Yes, we all do,” Hijaab nodded and went on. “But, when you make a mistake, admit it.

When your mate makes a mistake, excuse him easily. If possible, never go to sleep angry at each other. Many of us treat our spouses in ways that we would never treat others.
With others, we try to be polite, kind, and patient. With our spouses, we often do not show these courtesies.”

“What are the requirements of an essentially good marriage, Madam?” A girl in her early twenties, wearing a big black veil around her hair and body, asked in a low voice.

“Well, Zainab.” She sighed and then continued her lecture. “Good marriages require patience, kindness, humility, sacrifice, empathy, love, understanding, forgiveness, and hard work. Following these principles should help any marriage to improve.”
“But these are so many things?” Another girl exclaimed, confused.

“No, that’s simple.” Hijaab turned to look at her and disagreed sweetly. “The essence of them all can be summed up in one sentence:

Always treat your spouse the way you would like to be treated. If you follow this rule, your marriage will have a much greater chance for success. If you discard this rule, failure is just around the corner.”
As she addressed them s£nsat!onally, Deeba sat there silently, totally mesmerized by the beauty of her teacher’s speech, the wonderful choice of her words and her way to express herself so effectively.

“My dear girls, the beauty of life does not depend on how happy you are, but on how happy others can be, because of you.” She was telling them in her soft, gentle voice.

“Madam, what’s the importance of trust in married life?”
“Sakina, that’s the most important question.” She turned her face toward the girl who asked the question. “Trust is the basis and foundation of respect which ultimately forms the love. But trust is like virginity. You lose it once and that’s it.”
“Remember the five simple rules to be happy:

Free your hearts from hatred, free your mind from worries, live simply give more, expect less.”
“Madam, what is infatuation?” Deeba asked suddenly, biting her lips in frustration.

On her sudden question, there was some laughter and giggling sounds here and there in the class.

“No, no.” Hijaab shook her head. “Don’t laugh. Everyone’s free to ask whatever she wants. That’s what Islam teaches us.”
She then smiled and answered Deeba’s question. “If you ‘love’ someone because you think that he or she is really gorgeous, then it’s not love, it’s Infatuation. Or to be more simple, infatuation is based upon the ‘looks’ and comes just because of physical attraction.”

“And what’s the difference between compromise and love, Madam?” Seeing her patient response, another young girl gained courage. “I mean, people say most arranged marriages continue not because of the mutual love but because of ‘compromise’.”

“Well, Bina,” Hijaab said. “If you love someone because you think that you shouldn’t leave him because others think that you shouldn’t … then it’s not love, its compromise.”
“Wow, so true,” Deeba murmured breathlessly, she was completely lost in the beauty of Hijaab’s voice and words.

“Also.” Hijaab was not finished yet. “If you love someone because you cannot leave him thinking that it would hurt his feelings, then it’s not love. It’s charity.” She added in the same effective voice and pleasant tone.

“Oh, I really must be going now.” She exclaimed as she glanced at her wristwatch. “Lecture time is already over.”
“Thank you so much, Madam.” The girls thanked her simultaneously, their eyes glistening with respect and love for their favourite teacher.

“But, before I leave, here’s a simple, short but nice poem for all of you.” Hijaab said sweetly as she brought out a piece of paper from her Abaaya’s pocket and then began to read it in her typical, slow, soft and soothing voice, warming their hearts.

Don’t say you’re not important,
It simply isn’t true.

The fact that you were born,
Is proof, God has a plan for you.

The path may seem unclear right now,
But one day you will see
That all that came before,
Was truly meant to be.

God wrote the book that is your life,
That’s all you need to know.

Each day that you are living,
Was written long ago.

God only writes best sellers,
So be proud of who you are,
Your character is important,
In this book you are the “Star”.

Enjoy the novel as it reads,
It will stand throughout the ages,
Savour each chapter as you go,
Taking time to turn the pages.