how become Musa

Honey Bin TariqLife is a tapestry woven with trials and triumphs, but for me, it has been a profound masterclass in patience and surrender to the Divine Will. My journey is defined by the blessing of five daughters, the heartbreaking loss of two, and a miracle that finally graced our home after twenty-two long years.The Prayer for a DaughterMy journey as a father began with a prayer that many in my society found unconventional. After marriage, I pleaded, “O Allah, grant me a daughter as my firstborn.” I have always believed that daughters are the Rehmat (mercy) of Allah, mirroring the profound love our Prophet Muhammad (PBUH) had for his own daughters. Allah answered my call; Zainab was born, followed by Aisha—who, sadly, returned to her Creator shortly after.After a long interval, Iman was born, reviving our lives like fresh rain on parched earth. I was content and deeply grateful. To me, the gender of a child never dictated my happiness; my only concern was the upbringing and character of the souls Allah entrusted to me.The Weight of Social StigmaEight years after Iman, a second Aisha was born, bringing a renewed sense of youth to my life. Then came Warda (whom we affectionately named Poli). We awaited her arrival with bated breath, counting every single day. However, she was born stillborn. We endured that mountain of grief in silence, burying her in the quiet solitude of the early morning.While my heart was heavy with loss, the world made it heavier with cruelty. People mocked us under the guise of sympathy. My wife began to sink into a sense of inferiority, burdened by the societal pressure of not having a son. But I remained steadfast, knowing this was Allah’s divine distribution. We are but temporary travelers in this world; why should gender define our worth?“Before the birth of each of my children, I offered only one prayer: ‘O Allah, whether You grant me a son or a daughter, it is Your blessing and I am content with it. Just grant me a child without any defect; let them not be disabled or handicapped.’I never went for an ultrasound. His will is millions of times better than my own desire. And every single time, He showed His special mercy, blessed me with healthy children, and granted normal deliveries.”The Miracle of MusaThe final chapters of our journey were marked by my wife’s deteriorating health. During the births of the younger Aisha, Warda, and finally Musa, she was critically ill. Standing in the hospital, my heart sinking with every passing moment, I wept and begged for her life. In that moment of absolute desperation, a prayer escaped my soul: “O Allah, grant her a son this time. If it is another daughter, she will break under the weight of people’s taunts.”Allah performed a miracle. After twenty-two years of marriage and a proud legacy of daughters, Musa entered our lives. He was more than just a son; he was the Divine answer to a father’s tears and a mother’s silent suffering.ReflectionsMusa’s arrival is a testament to the truth that when you find contentment in Allah’s decree, He eventually rewards your steadfastness in ways beyond imagination. He silenced the mockers and healed our deepest wounds. Today, as I look at my children, I see the perfect balance of Allah’s mercy and the beautiful continuity of my family’s legacy.I am facing the same traditional narrow-mindedness. When I didn’t have a son, I was taunted with remarks like, ‘You don’t have a son, may God grant you one.’The truth is, I never asked anyone to pray specifically for a son, nor did I ever crave one. I never even made it a specific plea in my own prayers because I am content with whatever Allah decrees.Now that I have been blessed with a son, the same jealousy persists. People are saying, ‘Finally, after five daughters, the effort has paid off.’These people are intellectually blind. They lack the wisdom to understand that five daughters were not born out of a ‘desire’ for a son; they were born because it was the Will of God. But how can those who lack consciousness and depth ever understand this reality?”