Wicked women for wicked men? A broken relationship, and a social tragedy
This question is not just about a home, a man, or a woman, but a question linked to the conscience of the entire society, what are the reasons that sacrifice a legitimate relationship to forbidden emotions, what are the shortcomings that make a sacred bond like marriage merely a paper agreement, and what are the negligences that bring a person to the point where they start justifying their actions themselves, is every woman who has a relationship with someone else after marriage really helpless? Is every man who endures, weak? Or is the real problem somewhere else, in upbringing, in intention, in hiding the truth, and in prioritizing desires over religion and morality?
The Holy Quran states a clear principle: *Al-khabithatu lil-khabitheen wal-khabithoona lil-khabithat wat-tayyibatu lit-tayyibeen wat-tayyiboona lit-tayyibat*
But does this principle mean that every impure act must be met with an impure person? Or does it sometimes happen that pure people are put in impure situations to be tested so that the difference between right and wrong becomes clear? This is the background in which this story is born.
*Now, keep the eyes of your heart and both insight and vision present, my dear*
It was the first night of the wedding, a night that is usually considered the beginning of happiness, hopes, and new dreams, but for this person, that night came down not as happiness but as a question whose answer he had to search for years, the woman who became the bride said in clear words, without any hesitation or feeling of regret, that she should not be touched, because her heart belongs to someone else, this marriage has taken place against her will and she will never be able to accept this relationship from the heart, there were tears in her eyes, but those tears were not of regret but of a decision whose burden she did not want to bear herself.
The person was stunned, neither anger overcame him nor did any harsh words come out of his mouth, rather the silence that sometimes makes more noise than a scream, enveloped his being. When the mind could not reach any conclusion, he performed ablution, prayed, and placed this question before Allah, what kind of test is this in which neither the fault is clear nor the path is easy.
He was most afraid not of that woman but of the society that first puts the man in the dock in every matter, of the family where honor depends on a few things, and of the accusations that put a stamp on the whole life without investigation. He was a person belonging to the middle class who had spent his savings on the wedding, now if this relationship broke down, the blame would come on his character, no one would mention the sacrifice.
For a moment, the thought also came to his mind that he had the right to force her because of being in marriage according to Sharia, but his heart and conscience did not allow it, because he was a man but not an oppressor, in the morning that woman quietly went to her parents' house, there was no contact for three days, then her mother called and he brought her back without any complaint, perhaps hoping that time would fix everything.
But time deepened the wounds instead of healing them, at night that woman would talk on the phone on the roof or outside the house, her smiles were for someone else and the husband's existence remained merely a formal responsibility, that person stopped asking questions because he knew that the answers to some questions break a person from the inside, only one thing was asked, whether she wanted a divorce, the answer was clear, no.
Five months passed in the same condition, until one night reality itself came and knocked on the door, a friend informed him that his wife was sitting in a hotel with a strange man, at first he did not believe it, but when the house was found empty, there was no choice but to believe the truth, when he went there and saw the scene, he broke down, but he did not make a noise or create a spectacle, he just said, let's go home, this was the moment where his patience ran out, a slap landed, but at the same moment the conscience also shook him, the woman remained silent, tears flowed, but the truth did not come to the tongue, he once again hid everything to save honor, from friends and from society, but after a few days when that woman was seen again with the same man on the pretext of going to her mother's house, that person realized that now silence is not patience but self-deception.
*What is the real truth?*
Why did such a situation arise? Because the truth was not spoken on time,
Why did all this happen? Because before the marriage, the heart was attached somewhere else but there was no courage to refuse,
Why did a man break down? Because he did not choose the path of sin in response to sin, and where does the principle of the Quran stand? There, where intention and action make a person wicked or pure, not just circumstances.
This writing is not to target any woman nor is it a justification for any violence, but it is a reminder of the fact that forbidden love never gives peace to anyone, and disrespect for legitimate relationships ultimately leads to destruction, the principle of the Quran is unwavering in its place, but the wisdom of Allah is also that sometimes pure people are tested through impure relationships so that the difference between truth, patience and character becomes clear, this story is a testimony to that difference.
*✍️Mutallem ul Jamia Al-Ashrafia✍️*