Tuesday, June 5, 2012

The Story About Suzi


Asalamu Alaykom,
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There's a story I heard last night that I want to tell you.

I have four sisters-in-law.  The poorest one had the nicest yellow cloth bag.  How could that be?  I looked at its fabric.  There was something so elegantly beautiful in its tiny print.  I wondered wher it was from so I asked and got the answer.

"Min Suzi." 

From Suzi. Who was Suzi?

"Suzi min Jaban."

Suzi from Japan?  Was that the name of the wife of their cousin the rug seller?

No.  Suzi used to be in Egypt but she left. 

Like a true yarn which unravels a ball, the story began...

Suzi came to Egypt for the first time as a tourist.  She wanted to see the sites and as she went around she got to know her tour leader.  They would speak a little in Arabic, a little in Japanese and quite often in English.  It was fun.  It was endearing.  Before she left, she decided to come back and marry him.  It was like a dream! 

The tour leader was used to falling in love.  He had fallen in love once before but the cold, calculating Egyptian woman had found a better offer and left him.  It's difficult to break-up but even more so in Egypt where serious relationships are expected to end in marriage.  His didn't, so when he met Suzi he was more than ready for a girl who wanted to follow him instead of lead him by the nose.

Suzi returned to Egypt with a Japanese wedding dress.  The small girl was dwarfed by her big skirt.  She wanted to be married with all the trappings. My sister-in-law became the one to help get Suzi ready at the salon.  From that important day the two became fast friends.  The rooftop party was fun for everyone and their married life together began.

Though the Japanese are used to close living quarters, Suzi had to put up with a room in a house.  I don't mean an apartment in a family house like us.  I mean, within an apartment, they had one bedroom to call their own; the rest was shared space with her husband's brother's family.  Can you imagine two children under two?  She put up with it!  She agreed.

The new groom had to know that not many Egyptian women would agree to such an arrangement.  He could have thanked God to get such a beautiful bride who appreciated him for himself and not for his money.  Suzi only wanted love.

From being around all the Muslims, she came to Islam.  She just wanted to fit in with the people.  She wanted to find what she was looking for.  She accepted easily.  There was no need to fight against something which could bond her better to those she loved.

She became pregnant with their first child.  This is what every Egyptian man wants.  He wants children.  When she was three months pregnant, she lost the baby.  Maybe Suzi was a little underweight.  Who knows?  Allahu alim.  The sadness of the loss hurt her and she couldn't find the quiet in her noisy home to fully come to peace with the miscarriage.  She wasn't able to be the same fun girl she used to be.

Could they go to Japan?

No.

Her mother-in-law put her foot down.  She did not want her son going overseas.  She did not want to lose him.  Her oldest was already working away from home.  Maybe if he was in town...but since he wasn't, she demanded that this other son stay. 

They stayed.

At the same time, the tour leader's former love came back into the picture.  This Egyptian lady had been married but no longer was.  She was ready to find her former flame.  The connection was so intense between the two.  They spoke the same language and they had the same cultural upbringing.  They could understand each other in ways that Suzi never could. 

The plot twisted away from a fairy tale into tragedy.  The man could divorce Suzi, since they really weren't made for each other.  All the family members cautioned him against divorce.  Suzi was nice.  She was beautiful.  She had come to Islam!  Why not stay with her?

They divorced.  He divorced his Japanese wife so he could marry his Egyptian lady love.

It didn't matter what was actually right or wrong, astragferallah.  It didn't feel good any more to be married.  It didn't matter the commitment Suzi had made to him, to his country and to his religion.  She was soon gone.

Before she left, she gave a few of her things to my sister-in-law, whose help and friendship she had relied upon.  The yellow cloth bag was one of those things. 

This could be a sad story, yet I won't let it be.  Sad stories make us cry when we feel someone else's pain.  Surely, there was incredible hurt at her husband's betrayal.  Yet, I see the beautiful opportunity Suzi was given to come to Islam.

Suzi had thought of Egypt as The Land of the Pharoahs with very little interest in Islam or Muslims.  In the end, she herself was a covered Muslim lady speaking Arabic in her prayers.  Alhumdulillah.  She began her journey to Islam in this country of many non-observant Muslims only to leave a faithful servant of Allah.  Allah saved her from unhappiness and haram.  Alhumdulillah.

Do you know the best part?  Years later, Suzi came back to visit everyone.  She was still in hijab though her home country has so few Japanese Muslimahs.  She was still thankful for her time together with kind people.  She still was Suzi.

She is a real person.  This is a real story. 

May Allah bless Suzi. 

4 comments:

Umm Imaan said...

Assalaamu alaikum :)

Was reading your story while eating a bowl of soup and I got to the end where Suzi came back and was still Muslim (subhanAllah!) and tears just sprouted and my throat closed up! I almost choked (lol!)

May Allah bless Suzi!

Jazzakillahu khair for sharing:)

Umm Imaan

Yosra said...

Wa Alaykom Asalam Umm Imaan,

Alhumdulillah. I'm really glad you were the first comment. This story really touched me too and I wanted to do it justice. From the way you're describing it, I know you totally felt it.

Do I need a "DON'T BE EATING SOUP WHILE YOU READ THIS" warning on this post?

Don't go suing me!

Alhumdulillah your tears were happy ones and the ending really is good.

Ameen to your du'a.

I might never meet her in Egypt---though I hope I do. Inshahallah, we can meet in Jennah when the countries borders, predjuidices and haram all dissapear and we reunite with believers in peace.

Until that time, I will keep her in my prayers. She deserves all the best.

So do you!

Light and Love to YOU!

MarieHarmony said...

This is a beautiful story Yosra that shows that there is always blessings in life, even through hardhips.
Thank you. And may God be always in Suzy's heart.

Yosra said...

Asalamu Alaykom Marie,

Alhumdulillah for the good in every life :)

Ameen to your du'a.