She carefully applies her Chanel liquid foundation with her soft and fluffy make up brush. The light in the room has to be bright to ensure perfect application of her Clinique powder and MAC Russian red lipstick.The jet black eyeliner is winged and her Kylie lipgloss is glazed on her duck pout. Picture perfect. The selfie is her fardh and uploading the best one on social media is her utmost priority.
Her hair was done earlier in the day at a leading salon at the mall. She had her hair cut in short layers and coloured dark brown with blonde highlights to match her nude coloured dress. Her eyebrows neatly plucked and shaped in a trendy new tick form.
The dress was designed by her favourite Ralph Lauren, it was just the way she wanted it, perfectly tight showing off her figure and exposing her fit body. She looked at herself in the full length mirror, a smile forming on her doll like face, she was so pleased with herself. Her reflection gave her validation and a sense of accomplishment. She slipped into her pink Jimmy choo heals, grabbed her Versace handbag before leaving the house.
After an eventful night of partying and intermingling with friends and acquaintances, after getting pecked on the cheek and hugged by males she did not even know, after getting a million compliments from strangers, after dancing to her favourite songs and sipping on her favourite cocktails she decided to end the party by driving to the beach to watch the sunrise. She did not live to see another sunrise...She crashed into a truck as she lost control of her car due to being under the influence of alcohol.
Her sisters are in tears as they cut her tight fitting dress out of her bruised body during her ghusl.
Her mother cries silently as she watches the ladies carefully remove the make up and wash her daughters lifeless body which reeked of perfume and alcohol.
Her fancy hair which was cut and washed at a renowned salon was now being washed for the last time by her relatives.
Her fit body which she only used the best and most fragrant shower gels and lotions on is now being washed with cheap fragrant free green soap and water.
Her expensive jewellery,her designer
dress, her immaculately applied makeup, her high heels, her fancy hair cut and her fit body...now washed by relatives on a cold steel bath and wrapped in a plain white kafan. Covered from head to toe.
She was a daughter, a sister, a Muslimah. She was..now she is just 'the body'.
This is the harsh reality of the temporary world we live in. Our mothers, our sisters, our aunties, our daughters and even our grannies are becoming victims of this selfie life. It should be termed the selfish life as Muslimahs are forgetting and throwing away their identity in order to surrender to the whispers of shaytaan by indulging their nafs. To some of them their appearance means everything. Their imaan can suffer but not their image.Their salaah can get delayed or missed but not their hair appointment, their Qur'an can gather dust but not their makeup. Their haayah and modesty can shatter but not their Versace sunglasses. UcenterDress cruise cocktail gowns
They are trying to find the fountain of youth in every clothing and makeup store not realising that in the process our time in this temporary world is running out.
If you find it difficult to adorn the hijaab, think about the day your head will be lowered into the qabr.
If you find it difficult to wear lose fitting or concealing clothing, remember the clothes you will die in may already be in your wardrobe.
If you think you will change as you grow older, think about the years you already wasted.
If you think you cannot go out of the house without your makeup on, think about the insects in the qabr, awaiting their meal, your decomposing body.
If you think you have more time, think again.
Let us turn back to Allah before we return to Him.
Via Sister umm Abdulla