The Games People Play and the Masks They Wear.

 The Games People Play and the Masks They Wear. 

Naqiyah Shk Abbas Motiwala. 

Daraja Sabea.

It was all carefully planned. Every step was measured. Every Sentence was scripted. Each word carefully chosen; a small mistake could leak the secret and she could lose the game. 

Who said hunting was only a man’s sport? It’s a game. Anyone can play. They used guns. But she had different weapons. They would usually hunt for deers. But her aim would be for the lions. She wouldn’t settle down for a “prey”, she liked hunting down the “hunters”! 

She was evil with cruel intentions. But showed to be an angel with pure innocence. One might take her as vulnerable, easy to be fooled, easy to be played around with. Little did they know it was all a part of her act, and they were helping her win the game. In fact, ‘they’ were the joke she was laughing at. How easily they would assume her sweet laughter to be a sign of falling in love, whereas it was actually a trap, in which they were falling one by one. And they wouldn’t realize it ever! Instead they would enjoy the gentle ticklish feeling of the net, until they would be strangled to death.

It wasn’t their fault though, anyone could be deceived by her attire. Just the way we often get deceived by seemingly toothless toddlers- we don’t realize they have grown teeth until they bite us!

And so just like that, she seemed to be absolutely harmless. She had sparkling eyes, full of promises. A beautiful smile, whose visibility could make feel all the sorrows disappear. Laden with gold and jewels, filled with amazing grace, she was the woman every man would dream of. Alas, but little did they know: “All that glitters is not gold!”

They would spend their world on her. She was very powerful. She ruled not by sheer commands but pleads and innocent demands. She knew their weak spots. And thus, there exactly she would aim her arrow. She captivated their thoughts, conquering all their attention for herself alone. Day and night, for her, they would work hard, exhausted and tight. And just when they would finally kneel on their knees, proposing her, to make her theirs forever, she would unveil her mask.

She would leave them shattered. Broken. Hopeless. Penniless. They would just be left wondering how and when did this happen. Gone with the wind, she would leave them wounded. She was a player of chess, one by one she would deprive her suitors of their loved ones, and cunningly announce ‘check mate’ in the end. Devastated with despair, they would repent. They would feel humiliated but their rage would do no good. Who could they blame but themselves? They had always been confident, to name victory their own, and the odds to be in their favor, but they had never known, how ignorant they had been of the realities around them. They thought they were rolling the dice. But the dice had rolled them on. The very trophy they deemed to mark their victory, turned out to be the loss. The girl in the mask fooled them, and without even letting them know she was a player, she won the toss!

Alas, so true is what Syedna Abde Ali Saifuddin RA has stated ‘Women don’t have honesty, promises and loyalty, they don’t have except changing of colors and conspiracy’.

They had already been warned, but only a few were wise to take the heed. You might be surprised at the foolishness of the foolish, you maybe even laughing at their tears, for the mistake was solely theirs! But don’t get too overwhelmed, because you never know. Maybe you are one of them too and maybe you just read your own story, at this very moment now! For the woman has always been a symbol to represent the world. And every day the world throws us with a new plan of hers. Masked in sugar she feeds us poison, detaching us from our true treasures, slowly and swiftly she bids us goodbye every day.

Wise is the one who stays aware and follows the heed our Mawali Kiraam AS have gifted us. They show us the truth from the deceiving, the remedy for our ills. For they are our succor and our solace in this world and the hereafter. Did we not see how Moulana Ali AS recognized the world when she offered herself to him masked as Busaina. And how he rejected her saying: “  غري غيري”- deceive anyone else but me!

Our Awliyaullah AS are the ones who protect us from the games people play and the masks they wear. May Allah TA grant Syedna Mufaddal Saifuddin TUS our protector and guider, a long life till the day of qiyamat. Ameen.