Sisterhood.

I remember losing my phone once at university. I was, understandably quite confused. It was late, the family would be worried and there was no immediate form of contact with anyone. I left the busy lecture hall for a moment. I was hungry and I remember laughing about it. Maybe it was nervous laughter as is the case sometimes, with me.

I contemplated going home. I would have to go on the London Tube network then follow that with an overground train home. OK, it was quite a trek. I was attending an Islamic lecture. The irony at the idea of leaving before it had even finished was not very amusing considering I had stayed for quite a long time after my actual lectures had ended.

Let me return to the point of the story. There, as I admitted defeat and was walking to the station, I met a sister. She asked what was wrong and I told her of what happened. Her reply was

'Why are you so chilled with this'.

I laughed again.

'Come on', she said, ' let's go look for your phone'.

I was taken aback. I smiled and silently thanked Allah.

To cut a long story short, I found my phone with the thanks of five fellow sisters. We waited until the event had ended and everyone had left the lecture hall and searched all over for my phone. And my, I couldn't believe I found it.

Alhmadullilah.
It was one of those moments that I needed to experience for myself. I'd always heard of the 'sisterhood' , how it united the girls and such. I'd never believe I'd touch it, feel it like I did that night. They were so adamant not to let me go until we searched high and low. They walked me to the station and we said our salaams. I was overwhelmed at their simple kindness and generosity.
That was just one example. An active example. I live through the sisterhood most of my current life. It wasn't there before so I often wonder how I ever coped without it. It exists as a towering protection, a place of comfort and discovery.

What else would one expect from the sisterhood that reigns under the banner of Al Islaam?

Salam