Carry Me In Your Arms
Posted by: KING-slave of ALLAH ! on: July 12, 2009
In: All| Allah الله| Islam| Stories| Women In Islam Comment!
I would like to share with all the married couples a story with a moral. I hope that it will help you, to appreciate our spouse.
“May Allah Keep Guiding Us.
Carry Me In Your Arms
When I got home that night as my wife served dinner, I held her hand and said, “I have got something to tell you.” She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes.
Suddenly I didn’t know how to say it. But I had to let her know what I was thinking. I want a divorce. I raised the topic calmly. She didn’t seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, “why?” I avoided her question. This made her angry. She shouted at me, “ You are not a man.”
That night, we didn’t talk to each other. She was weeping. I new she wanted to find out what had happened in our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer. I had lost my heart to a lovely girl called Deanna. I didn’t love her anymore I just pitied her!
With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she could own the house, 30% shares in my company and the car. She glanced at it and then tore it to pieces. The women who spent 10 years of her life with me had become a stranger. I felt sorry for her wasted time, resources and energy but I could not take back what I had said, for I loved Deanna dearly.
Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see. To me, her cry was a kind of release. The idea of divorce which for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer now.
The next day, I came back home very late and found her writing something at the table. I didn’t have supper but went to sleep and fell fast asleep because I was tired after an eventful day with Deanna. When I woke up, she was still there at the table writing. I just didn’t care so I turned over and was asleep again.
In the morning she presented her divorce conditions, she didn’t want anything from me, but needed a months notice before the divorce. She requested that in that 1 month, we both struggle to live as normal as possible. Her reasons where simple, our son was had his exams in a month’s time and she didn’t want to disrupt him with our broken marriage.
This was agreeable to me. But she had something more, she asked me to recall how I had carried her into our bridal room on our wedding day. She requested that everyday for the month’s duration I carry her out of our bedroom to the front door every morning. I thought she was going crazy.
Just to make our last days together bearable I accepted her odd request. I told Deanna about my wife’s divorce conditions. She laughed loudly and thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she has, she has to face the divorce, she said scornfully. My wife and I hadn’t had any body contact since my divorce intention was explicitly expressed. So when I carried her out on the first day, we both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, “Daddy is holding mummy in his arms.” His words brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the door, I walked with her over 10 meters with her in my arms. She closed her eyes and said softly, “don’t tell our son about the divorce.” I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outside the door. She went to wait for the bus for work. I drove alone to the office.
On the 2nd day both of us acted more easily. She leaned on my chest. I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I hadn’t looked at this women carefully in along time. I realized she was not young anymore. There were fine wrinkles on her face, her hair was graying! Our marriage had taken its toll on her. For a minute I wondered what I had done for her.
On the 4th day, I had lifted her up; I felt the sense of intimacy returning. This was the women who had given 10 years of her life to me. On the 5th and 6th day, I realized that our sense of intimacy was growing again. I didn’t tell Deanna about this! It became easier to carry her as the month slipped by. Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger.
She was choosing what to wear one morning. She tried on quite a few dresses but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, “all my dresses have grown bigger.” I suddenly realized that she had grown so thin, that was the reason why I could carry her more easily. Suddenly it hit me……. She had buried so much pain and bitterness in her heart.
Sub-consciously I reached out and touched her head. Our son came in at that moment and said “Daddy, its time to carry mummy out.” To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had become an essential part of his life. My wife gestured to our son to come closer and hugged him tightly. I turned my face away because I was afraid I might change my mind at this last minute. I then held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held her body tightly; it was just like our wedding day.
But her much lighter weight made me sad. On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to school. I held her tightly and said, “I hadn’t notice that our life lacked intimacy.” I drove to office….. Jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my mind…. I walked upstairs. Deanna opened the door and I said to her, “sorry, Deanna I do not want the divorce anymore.”
She looked at me, astonished. Then she touched my forehead. “Do you have fever?” she asked. I moved her hand off my head. I said “sorry, Deanna I won’t divorce, my marriage life was boring probably because she and I didn’t value the details of our lives, not because we didn’t love each other any more. Now I realize that since I carried her into my home on our wedding day I am supposed to hold her until one of us departs this world.”
Deanna seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed the door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs and drove away. At the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet of the flowers for my wife. The sales girl asked me, what to write on the card.
I smiled and wrote “ I’LL CARRY YOU OUT EVERY MORNING UNTIL WE ARE OLD.”
The small details of our lives are what really matter in a relationship. It’s not the mansion, the car, the property, the bank balance or the passport that matters. These create an environment conductive for happiness but cannot give happiness in themselves. So find time to be your spouse’s friend and to do those little things for each other that build a relationship.
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