Learnt from my mistake


Yesterday I was just back in the memories of my newly married life. When along with the love and pampering of your hubby and in laws comes the big responsibility of taking care of all of them. Talking humbly, taking care when to laugh when not to laugh, not back answering, not to mind any comments etc etc. I know all these qualities should be there in a human being if he really wants to be a human 🙂  But unfortunately we as human are so weak 😦

After spending a month with my in laws in their village I shifted to city life again with my hubby along with my younger sister in law. Off course that 1 month with my new family was really cherishable. Allahumdullilah. Allah really filled my heart with their love and affection. No doubt He had given me the kind of family what I had dream of. But life in the city was waiting for more responsibilities so I had to leave them.

My hubby picked us from station, dropped us at home and went back to office. My new apartment had just got painted and was in a mess. So to clean up the paint marks on the floor was a first and big task. After doing whole washing, cleaning of floor it was already time for lunch. It was my first encounter of making lunch for my new family. Awww. I was little scared seriously. Cooking stuff for your own mom and siblings is a different task. You can ask your mom about the quantity of spices you have to put. How much rice needs to be cooked. But here I was the eldest one. Subhan Allah. I was confused what to cook how much to cook. I felt like crying. But you can’t do that as well. Allahu Akbar. So to avoid all confusion I picked up best vegetable which can be used anywhere- potatoes. And cooked potatoes, rice and pulse. But unfortunately came to know my hubby is not fond of “Potatoes”. So I felt failed 😦 . But he had no choice except having it in lunch 🙂 .

Now same day I got one more attack. My hubby declared that in night one of his friend is coming down from Saudi and is going to come for dinner. I checked the kitchen no grinder, no fridge nothing was there. As we had just arrived we were still needed time to start our new life. But now after announcement there was no time for such thoughts. I thought of making chicken but I had no idea what to do if there is no grind-ed onion is present. Also I was confused that ½ kg of chicken is enough for preparing chicken curry and chicken fry both. I did not want to make my mother tensed because of my tense condition so I did not call her up to get clarification on my doubt. Off course not to mention Smartphones were not there at that time so can’t check recipe on net. In the name of Allah I started cooking and kept on cooking such easy stuff for so long. Allahu Akbar and kept on reciting this tasbih “ Ya Allahu, Ya rehmano Ya rahimo” and kept on praying “Oh Allah I don’t know how this gonna taste but please put some flavors in my guest mouth. Please don’t make me or my hubby to feel shame”. At last I served the dinner and hid in one room.

Wonder what happened next. I got compliment from my guest. Wow. But in reality it did not taste any good. But with Allah nothing is impossible. Subhan Allah. Do I tell you a secret? Mu hubby did not like it as well. Hehee. So after two days he took the responsibility to teach me how to cook good chicken. And I just loved his style. Anyways that was it. Really. Nope. Memories are not there to forget. Its there to learn, to smile back. Isn’t it? Yes. Whenever I think about those days a smile comes along with the lessons I leanrt that what could make a pathetic food. Heehee. There are other memories which helped me to become a better person. Allahumdullilah. Allah taught me to be patient, caring and humble with my husband’s family. Still I get tense in the kitchen but there is one tasbih which keeps me motivating “ Ya Allahu, Ya rehmano Ya rahimo”. I don’t know why but this tasbih automatically starts coming from my mouth when I’m in the kitchen. May be because I solely trust my Al mighty potential of delivering the best and off course He is the most kind, most merciful.

So I end up this post with this dua that “May Allah gives us the potential to learn from our mistakes and to stand up again after any failure”.

Published by farheen siddiqui

Hey friends,myself Farheen Siddiqui, by profession I'm a Software Quality Analyst. Apart from my job I just love to try my hands on different hobbies. But writing poems, gazals, hamd and naat is my fav hobby. I hope that my emotions poured in poems etc will get connected somewhere with your emotions too and if it gets connected then do post your comment.

16 thoughts on “Learnt from my mistake

  1. Amiin! I love the fact that you pray as you cook and do other things. I admired my mother-in-law for that, and it took me a while to copy it because as humans we like to push Allah far away from our activities as much as we can with the help of shaitan. But now alhamdullilah, it’s second nature to me. Saying bismillah and dhikr as I do my daily tasks comes easily to utter. MashaAllah, suhannallah 🙂

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  2. Of course you’ve heard of the saying: where there is a will, there is a way. As cliché as it sounds, the reality is: nothing will change unless you decide to take action.  to be active, you will be active and nothing will stop you in sha Allah. Just take the decision not to surrender to your desires, make du’aa to Allah to help you stick to your decision and watch how everything will go as you wish and even better, in sha Allah!


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  3. it was beautiful Post sis. and that Tasbeeh it was short, it was only 3 words and it worked not that it was long or very beautiful , but it was from your sincere heart . It was really Funny post by you.

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  4. Such a lovely post sister. It was nice to share your memories with us. It actually made me think about my own marriage beginning which was stressful as well but alhamdoulillah Allah has created us in pairs so our hubby loves us as we are and so do we 🙂
    May Allah bless you sister.


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