Sacrifice : the act of giving up something that you want to keep especially in order to get or do something else or to help someone
It has definitely been a while.
I have tonnes of thing I’d really like to write about, mentally vomiting all my thoughts, or if you please, cataloging them all.
I am back to being a student, 9 hours a week I will be away for what I call my me-time, the time I could call myself anything but a mother. Not that I hate being one, but motherhood, as people have always cautioned us against, is consuming. Without the awareness of its tendency to occupy my mind endlessly with mom-related worries, I’ll cease from being myself. And there is nothing healthy about it.
But some people call it sacrifice. A sacrifice a woman will do (and sometimes expected to) once she is endowed with offspring.
I hate the word sacrifice. It is a word most often associated with a noble connotation, but I have never allowed myself to use it. It is self-defeating, full of self-pity, and to a certain extent grandiosity and self-glorification – at least that is what it sounds to me. I have taught myself to call it ‘investment’. We human are doing things out of self-interest, and there is nothing wrong about hoping and aiming for a return of our ‘investment’.
The things you let go in the hope of something else.
A delayed gratification.
Even God Himself terms it as a ‘trade’. It is a business, a bargain.
“Those who read the Book of Allah, establish regular prayer, and spend in the way of Allah secretly and openly out of what we have provided for them. They hope for a commerce that will never fail.” (Qur’an, 35:29)
“Verily God has purchased from the believers their persons and their property that Paradise might be theirs.” (Qur’an, 9:111)
And the return I hope for is nothing but His pleasure, and hopefully meeting Him in Jannah someday.