The Broken woman.......

The Broken Woman Fawziyyah al-Khulaywî

Lying in a recovery room in a hospital in Riyadh is a woman paralyzed from the neck down. When asked what happened, she replies: “My husband came to me accompanied by a woman and announced to me that she was his wife.”

“I could not bear it. I ran to the window and hurled myself three stories to the ground.”

Those moments when a husband declares that he has married another woman, they are the most difficult moments in the first wife’s life. It is a pain that cannot be described.

It is a searing flame that does not subside.

It is a sense of loss, of sinking into an abyss, the depths of which rival the years they had spent together sharing the bitter and the sweet.

For the wife whose husband is, in the whole world, her pillar of strength and only refuge –

He is her kindred heart, her gentle guardian,

The one with whom she shares her joy, her grief,

Who consoles her in her weariness,

Whom she tends to in his distress,

Whom she rushes to when problems get to much for her to bear

And when things get out of hand

She feels joy in embracing his children

And bears the long hours waiting for him.

She prepares food for him with her hands

,And would sacrifice for him her most precious possessions

Because he is her intimate friend in her lonliness,

Her companion in a strange world.

We cannot measure in time the lives they share together –

for it is not in days, nor in weeks, nor in months.

Rather, in moments, in breaths.

When a woman gets married, she weaves for herself a special world

Whose morning is her children, her husband, and her home

And whose evening is light and hope.

Her joy is the sight of smiling faces;

Her felicity is peace in her home.

Her sky is not the sky we know

Nor her Earth the one we tread.

It is an inner garden, a timeless joy.

When her husband turns away from her by marrying again, the lofty cloud of dignity that had always sailed high in her sky dissipates and she is left with two choices:

To ask for her freedom and insist upon it,

Or rip her own dignity to shreds, gather up the pieces, and tread hard upon her injuries.

It is the breaking of a woman.S

he only breaks because of the disregard for the womanhood within her.

Therefore, do not be surprised by the stories you hear – or think that they are made up – for they are the stories of women struck by the arrows of misfortune and cut by the blade of separation.

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There was more, but I've cut it there.....you can google it and find it for yourself. This hits a nerve with me....but I wanted to say....that above all things...it should be Allah first and foremost.....