My Husband’s Hands

February 18, 2009

His hands throw our children in the air and tickle their tummies.

They thread chunks of chicken onto kabob skewers so he can grill us up some dinner.

His hands pull me in for a hug when I’m frustrated or sad.heart-in-hands

They put up curtain rods, they sometimes wash the dishes, they hold the door for me when we go out to dinner.

They have never struck me, or threatened to strike.

They have never closed around my neck, never yanked my head back, never shoved me into a wall.

Tell me, are his hands so rare in the world of Muslim men?

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4 Responses to “My Husband’s Hands”

  1. temple Says:

    I love this post. Thank you

  2. Aya Raafat Says:

    very lovely post 🙂 ..
    May Allah bless you both, and gather your together in life and in Jannah

  3. Valerie Says:

    So beautiful!

  4. foreverloyal Says:

    Thanks guys, he’s the best.

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