Ummah “A touching story”


My name is Ummah. This is my story. I am an orphan who grew up in poverty. I am eight years old. Yesterday, I looked around me and saw people celebrating and I was uninvited. I got looked down every time I walked through the streets. I always felt this emptiness in my heart. I knew I was missing something. I wished someone would care for me. I have no mother or father. I wished for that very one glance a mother would give to her child full of love and mercy. I wished that I had a father who would ask me what I really wanted and would give it to me just to see me smile. I wish for a brother who would always be around to protect. I wish for a sister who would hold my hand and walk with me to school.

Today when I smiled, I was hushed away by the people. I felt as if no one liked to see me happy, that I was not important. Was my happiness not important to others? Why? Because I am an orphan. I started wearing hijab when I was six years old.

One day I was very hungry. I had no food and a man with a beard came to me. He gave me some money so that I could buy some bread. I wondered his generosity and saw him in an amazement. After giving me some money, he looked at the sky and said “Alhamdulillah.” With that money, I went to go buy some food for myself. The bakery in my town was next to a masjid. The store keeper closed the store until he prayed the Dhuhr Salah. I waited outside the masjid in order to buy the food. It was the day of Jummah and the Imam’s khutbah was heard till the outside. I listened and it was about Hijab. It was so powerful that I cried so much and decided I would wear one.

I took the money and bought a small piece of bread. I spent the rest of the money on buying myself a nice hijab. This was the day, I learned how to say “Alhamdulillah”.

I wiped my tears away from my eyes thinking of how lovely it would be to have a home. A few seconds later I looked up at the sky and saw the rain pouring down as if the sky cried with me. My heart felt at peace. I felt joy and recited the only verse I knew that the Imam repeated three times at the Masjid,

فَإِنَّ مَعَ الْعُسْرِ يُسْرًا

“For indeed, with hardship [will be] ease.” (Qur’an 94:5)

I now looked again at the sky and saw a beautiful rainbow appearing which made me full of joy. I said, “Alhamdulillah” again and walked towards my orphanage. On my way, a few boys came near me and started to make fun of my Hijab. I didn’t know what to do and suddenly I heard a voice. A very tall boy came with his cricket bat and as soon as those five boys saw him, they ran away which made me laugh. When they left, I realized my foot my bleeding since I stepped on the rocks when those boys were bothering me. To my astonishment, the tall boy called me with a word I have never heard from anyone. He called me “sister.” I was shocked and looked in all directions if he was addressing his sister. I told him I did not have any brothers, I am an orphan. He looked at me with an angry face saying, “You are my sister in Islam. I am here to protect you and no one can harm you while I am here. Let me go call my sister and take care of you.”

He ran and came back with a beautiful girl. She said her name is “Khalida.” Then she held my hand in hers and invited me inside her home. Her mother rushed and cleaned my wound. She put a bandage on me and looked at me with eyes of love and mercy. Then his father came as well and asked me if I needed anything. I didn’t know what to say. I just started crying and could not believe everything I was seeing. In one moment, I found a brother, a sister, a mother and a father like people who started to care for me because I am a Muslim girl.

I felt very happy and thanked Allah Al Mighty Lord. This family adopted me and never made me feel lonely. They taught me how to read Qur’an (The Holy Qur’an) and my sister also decided to wear Hijab with me. I always thanked Allah for everything. Although I wished someone would care for me. I always felt Allah’s mercy around me. I knew that Allah The All-Knowing knew every pain I felt and helped me through it. A few months later, I fell very ill and returned to my Lord.

Ummah was cared by the righteous Muslim family for only a few months. She was their guest who they loved so much. Ummah was an orphan. Orphans have been mentioned in the Qur’an by Allah Subhana Wa Ta’ala. The people who were around Ummah looked down upon her as if she was not valuable however she was valuable in front of Allah Subhana Wa Ta’ala. The rainbow appeared in the sky the second she recited the only verse she knew. She was then blessed with a beautiful family.

Allah Subhana Wa Ta’ala says in the Qur’an:

“Nay, nay! but ye honor not the orphans!” (89:17)

“It is not righteousness that ye turn your faces Towards east or West; but it is righteousness- to believe in God and the Last Day, and the Angels, and the Book, and the Messengers; to spend of your substance, out of love for Him, for your kin, for orphans, for the needy, for the wayfarer, for those who ask, and for the ransom of slaves; to be steadfast in prayer, and practice regular charity; to fulfill the contracts which ye have made; and to be firm and patient, in pain (or suffering) and adversity, and throughout all periods of panic. Such are the people of truth, the God-fearing.” (2:177)

Abu Hurayra (Radi Allahu Anhu) reported that the Messenger of Allah, may Allah bless him and grant him peace, said, “The best house among the Muslims is the house in which orphans are well treated. The worst house among the Muslims is the house in which orphans are ill treated. I and the guardian of the orphan will be in the Garden like that,” indicating his two fingers. (Al Adab al Mufrad Al Bukhari)

Story submitted by Ishrat Ali