“There is a problem with the men in our world,” she said.We satIn the stillnessThe final quietThe aftermathOf babies cryingToddlers whiningChildren needingThe attention of both parentsWe satAs dishes piled upSpills grew biggerFood messed over the just-cleaned carpetBeds unmadePots of food uncookedOur entire beings in full actionas we satWith babies hanging onto our breasts,Toddlers sitting on our lapsChildren holding our hands and…A husband not far awayTraced by the smoke of a cigarette…“There is a problem with the men in our world.”“It is a problem of the human condition, of communication, of intelligence–““No, it is a problem with the men in our world. You have to identify the problem before you can fix it. We are supposed to be the fixers.I can’t imagine our role model, our hero, our living example ignoring the cries of a child, no matter how insignificant in adult eyesYet, they say it is not in the design of a man to respond lovingly to a child’s criesI can’t imagine our Prophet Muhammad (SAW) hitting a child (whose brain is not even fully developed yet in order to distinguish right from wrong, so much so that Allah (SWT) does not even hold the child accountable)Yet, they argue that men discipline differentlyHow have the men of our world missed the manuscript, the example of manhood from our Prophet (SAW)?Where did we lose that piece of the puzzle?”“But we need to reflect on the roles and responsibilities of wives and mothers. We women are the designers of life, of moulding boys and girls into men and women, each filling out their roles and responsibilities as prescribed–““Prescribed by who?”I sat thereAlone now
Trying earnestly to understand the male and female speciesThe miscommunicationThe misunderstandingsThe longing for approvalAnd acceptance…The not knowing how
Maybe it is the fault of us mothers
Maybe we need to step up and raise warriorsAnd maybe we were never meant to understand a manAnd maybe they were never meant to understand usMaybe it is all part of the test of selfless patience, of making 70 excuses, of love and mercy, of being a slave to worship.And my Lord knows best in all situations.