Sweet Wife

The mobile has been ringing for a long time; my sweet wife is calling! I am deliberately not answering it. She keeps calling, so I picked up; otherwise, she would worry.

Me: Assalamu Alaikum 

Wife: Wa-Alaikumus Salam, where are you? Come home! Everyone is waiting to have dinner, so they are waiting for you. 

Me: Oh, do one thing, eat with everyone and bring my food to our bedroom. I am a bit stuck with work; I'll be a little late. 

Wife: Okay, come quickly! (She hung up)

 

My wife's name is Humaira. Just as sweet as she looks, her words are equally sweet, which is why I call her "Sweet Wife." 

Now, let me tell you about myself! My name is Sajib, and I work in a private company. It's only been seven days since we got married. Now I am sitting on a bench by the roadside. You might be wondering why I am here, leaving my new wife behind? I usually return home before Maghrib prayers, but today I am intentionally delaying! The reason is embarrassing, but I'll tell you. I've always wanted to be fed by my wife! I've told Humaira many times, but my wife is too shy to feed me! Today, I plan to make all arrangements for it. Actually, everyone in our house eats together, which is why my sweet wife called me to come. Eating together deepens family bonds, but over time we are changing and slowly drifting away from family. 

Anyway, I should go home now; I have waited long enough. I got up from the bench and first went to a pharmacy to bandage my right hand. Initially, the boy at the pharmacy didn't want to bandage it properly, but I got it done by paying him 100 takas! When I knocked on the door at home, it opened immediately.

 

Me: Was my sweet wife standing at the door? 

Humaira: Maybe!!! Go freshen up; I'll get the food ready. 

Me: No need, I won't eat! 

Humaira: Why? 

Me: Why do you think? Can't you see my hand is bandaged? 

(Humaira almost ran and held my hand, asking, "What happened?") 

Me: Nothing much, just a small cut! 

Humaira: How did it happen? How deep is it? 

Me: Don't ask so many questions; I don't like it. 

(Saying this, I went to freshen up and then went to bed.) 

Humaira: What happened? Why did you lie down? Won't you eat? 

Me: How will I eat!! I can't even lift my hand. 

Humaira: Then how did you take off your clothes?? 

Me: I took them off with one hand. 

Humaira: Okay, I will feed you. 

Me: What did you say, you will feed me, won't you be shy!!

Hearing my words, Humaira stood with her head down in embarrassment. 

Me: Will you stand like this all night? I am very hungry!!

Humaira brought rice and fed me. Well, today's drama was useful then. 

Me: Have you eaten? 

Humaira: You eat, I will eat later! 

Me: Why later? Eat now.

Humaira is feeding me and eating herself. This is the love between husband and wife, where there is no obscenity. Eating from my wife's hand gives a heavenly feeling. 

After finishing our meal, I sat on the bed. Humaira brought a glass of water and said, 'Here, take the water and have the medicine.' 

Me: What medicine? 

Humaira: For your hand, of course! 

Me: Didn't the doctor give any medicine? 

Humaira: Your hand is cut, the doctor didn't give you any medicine? 

Me: How would I know why the doctor didn't give any medicine? 

Humaira: Didn't you mention the medicine? 

Me: I did! 

Humaira: What did the doctor say? 

Me: The doctor said no medicine is needed, it will be fine if I eat from my wife's hand! 

Humaira: You're joking with me! 

(Saying this, she started to remove the bandage on my hand, and seeing that there was nothing, she started hitting me with a pillow and then hid her face in my chest and began to cry.)

Humaira: You know, seeing your hand hurt made me feel so bad. 

Me: Sorry! 

Humaira: Never joke like this with me again. 

Me: Okay, I won't. But I also wanted to eat from my sweet wife's hand.

I wiped Humaira's tears and kissed both her cheeks. 

Me: Why are my sweet wife's cheeks salty today? 

(Humaira smiled sweetly and said, because I am not sweet, then hugged me tightly.)

After some time, it started raining. I love getting wet in the rain, but when I was a child, my mom and dad never let me because I would always catch a fever. Even so, I would sneak out and get wet. Getting wet in the rain with my own wife is a different kind of fun, and I can’t miss this opportunity.

Me: Sweetheart, listen, it’s raining outside. Let’s both get wet in the rain today. 

Humaira: No! You go alone, hmph. 

Me: Why, sweetheart, what happened? 

Humaira: You hurt me a lot today. 

Me: I said sorry, didn’t I? Please, please, please, let’s go. 

Humaira: Absolutely not.

Saying this, she went to the balcony. Can you imagine how angry she was? I went near the balcony and started singing loudly so Humaira could hear:

"On this cloudy day, my heart doesn't want to stay alone in the house, 

When will I come close, when will I get your invitation?"

(I saw Humaira laughing at my song! So, I picked her up and ran towards the roof.) 

Humaira: Hey, what are you doing? Where are you taking me?! 

Me: I’m going to throw you outside.

As soon as the raindrops hit my body, I felt a chill. After a while, it started feeling really good, especially with my new wife, as you can imagine . 

Humaira stood with her arms spread, facing the sky, while I held her waist from behind. It was an indescribable feeling. If I were a poet, I would have surely written some romantic poetry. Resting my face on Humaira’s shoulder, I said: 

Me: Seeing my sweet wife getting wet in the rain makes me want to be naughty. 

Humaira: Really, you naughty one, always teasing. Do you know that prayers are accepted during the rain? 

Me: I heard that once. So, what did you pray for? 

Humaira: I prayed that both of us can be together in Jannah. What did you pray for? 

Me: I prayed that we get a cute baby very soon. 

Humaira: You always say such things, you’re so naughty (blushing).

Humaira buried her face in my chest out of embarrassment. Occasionally, thunder roared in the clouds, and my beloved trembled with fear. After getting wet for a while, and realizing that no one was paying attention, we both came home, took a shower, and went to bed. While lying down, I asked Humaira, "Hey, sweetheart, you're quite knowledgeable about Islam! As a Muslim, what should one do during rainfall?" Humaira, still lying on my chest, replied.

Humaira: As a Muslim, there are many things one should do during rainfall. However, many of us are negligent. Let me tell you some of the actions:

1. Saying "Allahumma syyiban nafi'ah" (O Allah, make it beneficial rain) (Sunan an-Nasa'i, Hadith No. 1523). 

2. When heavy rain falls, saying "Allahumma hawwalayna wa la 'alayna" (O Allah, let it fall around us and not upon us) (Sunan an-Nasa'i, Hadith No. 1527). 

3. Feeling fear of Allah when there's a stormy wind (Muslim, Hadith No. 1969). 

4. After the rain stops, reciting the supplication "Mutirna bi fadlillahi wa rahmatih" (We have been given rain by the grace and mercy of Allah) (Sahih Bukhari, Hadith No. 1038). 

5. Touching the water of the rain (Muslim, Hadith No. 1968). 

6. Making supplications during rainfall (Abu Dawood, Hadith No. 2540). 

7. Refraining from cursing during rainfall.

Rain is a constant sign of Allah's infinite mercy. The Holy Quran mentions the benefits of rainfall in many verses.

 

Next day

Getting ready to go to the office, I called Humaira. 

Me: What happened??? 

(I handed Humaira my shirt with a button torn off.) 

Me: The button of my shirt got torn off, please fix it for me. 

Humaira angrily looked away and said, "Why do you always have to be so naughty?" 

Me: Whenever I see my sweet wife,

 I automatically become mischievous.  

Saying this, I kissed Humaira on the forehead and left for the office. Upon arriving, I messaged her to let her know, "I've reached." Following her strict instructions, I will have to inform her once I reach the office.

 

Today, while returning home from the office, I brought fish. Now Humaira is cutting the fish, and I am sitting beside watching.

Humaira: Okay, Baba, when you bring fish, you always bring it already cut from the market, and why do you bring the whole fish?

Me: Should I tell the truth or lie?

Humaira: Tell the truth. Why lie? And if I hear a lie, I get very angry.

Me: Okay, fine, I'm telling the truth.

When you sit to cut the fish, your two hands are busy cutting fish. Then some hair comes on your face, and I really like those hairs behind. And when you cut the fish, you look very cute.

Humaira blushes upon hearing me, and when she feels embarrassed, her cheeks turn as red as apples. It looks so cute, I feel like eating her up.

The next morning, Humaira and I went to their house. Humaira's eldest sister has three more sisters, all of whom got married long ago, and they also came to visit. There's nothing new to say about in-laws visiting the in-laws' house. No one keeps any grudges. After dinner, the four sisters went somewhere to chat, who knows where. So, the four of us were having fun. Since I'm the youngest and newest son-in-law, I'm trying not to say much. But they don't hold back.

Shahiful (eldest sister's husband): Well, we're all having a good time, and if we want, we can share that moment. Everyone agreed.

First, Shahiful started.

 

Shahiful: My favorite moment is when I meet my childhood friends; I feel very good then. You can say that's my favorite moment.

Rafiqul: My favorite moment is when I talk to new girls. But you won't tell anyone that.

(Everyone burst into laughter after hearing this.)

Imran: When I do someone a favor, the smile I see on their face at that moment is priceless. There's no better moment than that.

Without saying anything, seeing the expression on my face, Shahiful, the eldest sister's husband, said, "What happened, Sajid, tell us!"

Me: Actually, when I say a favorite moment of mine, it's when at night, while sleeping, Humaira holds my hand tightly. Then, I feel so much hope and trust in this hand. That moment is a very cherished one. I wish Humaira holds my hand like this throughout our lives.

Everyone burst into laughter after hearing me.

Shahiful: Sajid, you've become so crazy about your wife in just a few days!

Me: What's going on? Tell me, what's happening?

Humaira: Why do you love me so much? People laugh at you because of me.

Me: Who said that? Stop crying and tell me first.

Humaira: When you were telling your story, I was in the next room. Dulabhai teased you and said you've gone crazy for your wife. (Laughs while crying)

Me: Does anyone cry over such words? I was scared. Stop crying and listen, if someone goes crazy for their wife because they help her with her work and fulfill her rights, then if someone calls me crazy for my wife, then I am definitely crazy. Let me tell you a Hadith:

Narrated Abu Huraira: The Prophet Muhammad (peace be upon him) said, "The most perfect believer in faith is the one whose character is finest and who is kindest to his wife." (Sahih Bukhari, Hadith No. 40)

So, how can one become dear to Allah if they cannot be good to their wife? Humaira listened to me and held my hands tightly, saying, "You know, You are the best husband in the world." I also kissed Humaira's forehead and held her tightly.