A little boy visits a flower garden. He walks around awe, admiring the bursts of colour in a variety of shapes and intoxicating fragrances.
‘I need to have them all!’ Adam declares, but since he has only a few coins, he settles on lovely white lily.
He leaves the garden with his prize and a dance to his steps. At home, he sits gazing fondly at his purchase enveloped in beautiful gift wrap for a couple of hours.
‘I really ought to get some sleep,’ he thinks and carefully places the lone lily in an old blue jar before he retires to bed. It had been a long day.
He awakens to a lovely morning and smiles when he remembers his purchase of yesterday. With a bounce to his step, Adam goes to check on his beautiful flower.
It is still as delightful to his eyes as it was yesterday – but a little less so. He is still excited about his new possession and decides to take his friend to the flower garden too.
Now, Zack has even fewer coins but is equally enthralled by the blossoms of beauty so he also makes a purchase of a single white rose wrapped in paper and leaves the shop.
When the duo part ways, Zack takes his purchase home. He stares lovingly at it in a vase but deciding it looks alone, he unwraps it then plants it in his little flower patch beneath the kitchen window.
The next morning, he awakens to a lovely morning and smiles when he remembers his purchase of the day before. With a bounce to his step, Zack goes to check on his beautiful flower.
It is still as delightful to his eyes as it was yesterday, even a little more so. It seems happier and appears to stand out from the rest in the bright morning sunshine.
‘Well, it should stand out from the rest,’ he chuckled to himself. ‘It is my only rose!’
He carefully waters it and weeds his flower patch. He spends some time there and prays right next to his little flower patch.
Time goes by, Adam drops by. He finds Zack in his little garden, pruning the rose which had become a lovely little bush with a couple of blossoms.
‘I need to visit the flower garden again,’ he says. ‘My lily is no more. It is quite annoying, really! I kept her in a lovely blue jar, wrapped in her wonderful paper. I placed her by the window for everyone to admire when they came by but she drooped more and more until her petals fell off.
‘Say, where did you come upon the money to afford this little rose bush?’ he asks.
‘Oh, I didn’t get any money,’ Zack says. ‘It’s that same old rose that we bought together.’
It often amazes me how men see a beautiful lady they wish to marry for her wonderful qualities then pluck her out of the wonderful environment that makes her so unique. All the attributes that appealed to them suddenly become repulsive and they seem intent on squashing every single life out of her until her bright spark is replaced by a dull gleam.
I simply wonder why they do not simply go by her parents’ house everyday to see her instead. It would have been cheaper, right? Instead, they hurriedly marry her, intent on possession then leave her to wilt.
I never will understand it.
Then, when they have daughters, they do not take kindly to someone treating their daughters like they treat their wives.
Abu Hurairah narrated that The Messenger of Allah said:
“The most complete of the believers in faith, is the one with the best character among them. And the best of you are those who are best to your women.” – Jami’at Tirmidhi Book 7, Hadith 1162
If you truly want to know who a man is, watch how he treats his wife both in public and at home.
May Allah grant us wonderful spouses who would encourage us to become better people; and if they do not, may we be strong enough to motivate ourselves and them too.