Few daughters in the arms of mercy

 Few daughters in the arms of mercy

Writer Altaf Jameel Nadvi 

Translated By Khadim Mohammad Altaf 

 During my childhood days, my grandmother used to tell us the story that when my grandmother was a child, she used to sit on the deep temple of the well and recite the songs of the fairies.  They were beautiful, their voice was amazing, they had masks on their faces, we could only hear them, but not see them because they were fairies.

 But today the truth is that I also saw these great daughters who were sitting far from home among unknown people with the hope that we have to receive the grace of the teachings of the Prophet (peace be upon him) and face all the difficulties and problems of this journey.  I am talking about these dear sisters who are the pride of their brother and the hope of heaven for their father.  I asked for the time and got information about the time. Well, I am very grateful to this sister of mine that she is my sister-in-law and always remembers me in good deeds and encourages me to do good deeds.

 Their command is always the last syllable for me. They are such that it seems to be a part of some big machinery where the weak ones like me who call themselves scholars get tired.  Let me mention his services separately. I came to him and after a few words he suddenly said, "Let's talk today."

 I was able to because I often stay away from such gatherings, but when I obeyed the order, when I saw those daughters in front of me, wrapped in sheets of shame and modesty, they lowered their eyes in such a way that I spontaneously remembered my grandmother's stories.  What did I talk about in front of them? I just added a few scattered words and told them. Now these daughters showed their writings. The truth is that seeing these titles, my heart wanted to ask them for these pieces of paper for the hereafter.  But I could not say that, daughters, you are showing me these writings, I like their titles so much that what can I say that in this era of darkness, our daughters still talk about shame and modesty, that is the perfection.  Parents are also to be commended whose daughters are engaged in the struggle to receive the teachings of the Lord and the Messenger of Allah, may God bless him and grant him peace, and whose guardians encourage them as well as take care of their needs.  Take care of the rest of the needs, they are admirable, Lord, may this chaman be eternal.  But this thought was like a shadow over me

By God, there are still a few people left in the world who sacrifice their happiness to please the Lord, such as these few daughters whose happiness is hidden in Islam and who are anxious to find it.

 Daughters are the mercy of the Lord no matter what they are, they are the hope of their father, they do not say their sorrows, they are very patient and grateful, they hide the sorrows of life with great beauty and thus they keep the happiness of their father forever.  If they are scattered, they remain scattered. They are like a very delicate butterfly. Never give tears to these daughters.

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