I expected to see a sad person from my mother's reactions, but surprisingly, my aunt was smiling.
As I grew older, I learned that her husband had divorced her because she hadn't had children.
She wasn't even angry at him.
She would say confidently, "He's right. He needs children."
My mother suffered from high blood pressure because my aunt wasn't angry at her husband who divorced her. However, my aunt would say a strange phrase, "Kindness is a jewel." I didn't understand it, but with time, I came to understand.
My aunt was a gentle person who was raised to find excuses and believe that kindness to others is the most important thing.
She helped my mother raise us. She would tell stories and help with the care without any anger. When my mother would run after me to hit me, my aunt would say, "This is your support; who would hit their support?"
And my mother would back down. I'd always loved my aunt, even though she wasn't particularly pretty. Surprisingly, her husband continued to communicate and wanted to see her. He returned her to his wife, and he had children with another wife, but she apologized.
I heard him say to her, "I want you to raise my children." She replied, "May God grant you success."
My dear mother was nervous, and my aunt was calm. My mother was afflicted with an illness that required her to stay in the hospital, and my aunt took care of us during her absence. My aunt always said this phrase: "Kindness is a jewel."
And I understood it to mean calmness: don't hit, don't get angry, and don't act hostile.
She used to say that humans are the creatures most in need of kindness.
And I will never forget when one of the trees in our garden was about to die, and my aunt took pity on it and cared for it until it grew again.
My aunt is the one who taught me how to pray.
I said to her, "Isn't our Lord great?"
Well, why does He need our prayers? How will they benefit Him?
She said calmly, "He who calls upon the King of Kings... is the one who benefits. The King, my little one, prays for us... We need her."
My brother was loud, and she used to say to him, "Isn't God great?" I always loved your beautiful, low voice, and I was amazed, then suddenly it started to lower it.
My mother came home from the hospital to find me praying, and my brother had stopped raising his voice.
I once saw my aunt looking at her wedding photo. I asked her, "Are you upset because you didn't have children?"
She said, "In whose hands is childbirth?"
I said, "In God's hands."
She said with certainty, "God only wants good for me. I'm not upset."
Honestly, I sometimes felt that she missed her husband, but she wasn't willing to return to him, despite his insistence. I'll never forget the day he came home. He sat with her, my father, and my uncles to convince her to return to him. He regretted the divorce.
I told her, "Go back to him." She was crying in her room. I patted her.
She told me, "His new wife refuses to let us go back. I don't want to lose him and his children." But her husband was determined to take her back.
I asked him why.
He told me, "There's no one like her." She was more important than anything. Something, but I was stupid when I divorced her. She insisted on not returning. I was by her side.
When she received a call from his second wife, screaming and threatening to leave him, my aunt gently responded, "Yes," and hung up.
I was devastated. "Why didn't you scream?"
She said through tears, "A wife who's afraid for her husband."
My aunt's husband's psychological state deteriorated until his wife was forced to call my aunt, begging her to return to him. I was amazed.
I know my aunt loved him, and when she returned to him, she brought him back to life. But what was surprising was that his wife's hatred for my aunt began to increase as she incited her children against my aunt.
But my aunt was patient and embraced them. They clung to her more than to their own mother.
Then her husband's wife clung to her. My aunt recommended her to him.
She would tell her, "You are the loving and fertile one, and I am barren."
My aunt is a story of patience and complete humanity. Today, after God took her sudden death, I stand at her burial, with her husband beside me. Al-Baki
And his three sons...and my brother, and I remember her words...kindness is a jewel.
