It was a nice summer afternoon, breezy and quiet. Mishma was sitting having tea with her friend and closest companion– her aunt Fariha. Although her aunt, Fariha was barely a decade older than Mishma, and very close to her in tastes and opinions.
Fariha had watched Mishma being born, had taken care of her when she was a baby in her mother’s absence, and had only parted with her a few years when she’d married.
“I have an interesting hadith to share with you,” said Mishma with a grin.
“Go on, then,” said Fariha with a smile, perceiving that it was going to be something interesting, and possibly related to her.
Mishma took out the special notebook her friend Aisha had given her as a gift, in which she noted her special thoughts, special ayahs and hadiths which particularly related to her thoughts and feelings, and quotations of famous scholars and writers.
“This is after the treaty of Hudaybiyah,” began Mishma. “The Prophet, ﷺ , in the year after the treaty, came to Makkah with his companions. When, according to the treaty, the time allotted by the disbelievers of Makkah finished, idiots –“
‘Don’t call them that, Mishma.’
‘But they were, Aunty! They went to Ali radiyallahu anhu and said, ‘Tell your companion to go out!’”
“Yes that’s true. But remember, we don’t judge people’s insides by their outward actions. Remember that some of these same people, perhaps one can say most of them, became Muslims later on. And some of them even went to battles and were killed as martyrs in sha Allah.”
“I hadn’t thought of that. But it’s true what you’re saying. Even the son of Abu Jahl, Ikrimah, later became an army commander, and he was killed in the battle of Yarmuk.”
“Yes, and Suhayl ibn ‘Amr, the same person who forced that stupid treaty on the Prophet ﷺ, later became a staunch fighter for the sake of establishing Allah’s deen. And probably one could count him as a martyr in sha Allah, as he died of plague.”
“And Khalid bin al-Walid! There’s a superhero for any kid. I wish I had known of him when I was a kid.”
“But you’re still a kid,” said Fariha.
Mishma said, “Humph! But Subhan Allah. How Islam changes people! Anyway, the hadith I wanted to share with you, we haven’t come to that yet. So the Prophet ﷺ found the daughter of Hamza radiyallahu anhu there in Makkah. And there was a friendly clash between Ali, Zaid and Ja’far radiyallahu anhum, about who will adopt her. So the Prophet ﷺ gave her to the aunt, who was Ja’far’s wife, and he said, ‘The aunt is of the same status as the mother,’” Mishma finished with another grin.
“Ah, I see. Subhan Allah it’s a beautiful hadith, I hadn’t heard of that part of it before. So,” said Fariha, with a grin matching Mishma’s, “You’re going to have to try and please me, and you can start with buying me an ice-cream every day.”
“Sure, I will, Aunty, in sha Allah.”
Fariha hugged her, and said, “You don’t have to do anything extra. You’ve always been to me the sweetest daughter ever.”