بِسْمِ اللهِ الرَّحْمٰنِ الرَّحِيْمِ
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Lost in a world of my own, I was busy doodling away in my book when I was suddenly pulled out of my thoughts by the shuffle of chairs. I realised the teacher was assigning partners for a group project. She did it by drawing out our names that were written on slips of paper from a bowl. Did you know that Nabi ﷺ would do this too?
كَانَ النَّبِيُّ صلى الله عليه وسلم إِذَا أَرَادَ أَنْ يَخْرُجَ أَقْرَعَ بَيْنَ نِسَائِهِ، فَأَيَّتُهُنَّ يَخْرُجُ سَهْمُهَا خَرَجَ بِهَا النَّبِيُّ صلى الله عليه وسلم، فَأَقْرَعَ بَيْنَنَا فِي غَزْوَةٍ غَزَاهَا، فَخَرَجَ فِيهَا سَهْمِي، فَخَرَجْتُ مَعَ النَّبِيِّ صلى الله عليه وسلم بَعْدَ مَا أُنْزِلَ الْحِجَابُ.
Ayesha رضي الله عنه said “Whenever the Prophet (ﷺ) intended to proceed on a journey, he used to draw lots amongst his wives and would take the one upon whom the lot fell. Once, before setting out for Jihad, he drew lots amongst us and the lot came to me; so I went with the Prophet; and that happened after the revelation of the Verse Hijab (i.e. veiling)”.
With regard to the way in which the casting of lots was done by the Prophetﷺ, we have not come across anything that describes it clearly in any hadith, but the scholars have stated that he used to write the names of the people among whom lots were being drawn on leaves or the like, and put them in his lap, or in a vessel, then he would tell someone to take out one leaf, and the one whose name was drawn was the one who would be chosen.
I don’t think my name has been called out yet because there is nobody coming towards me. I hope I get… Noo, Hafsa has just been assigned to a different group. “Basheera, Khawla and….” I didn’t hear the rest as I was so relieved and excited to have Basheera in the same group as me. I quickly picked up my chair and headed towards Basheera’s desk.
Unlike me, Basheera didn’t seem excited at all. Why? I wondered. Infact she seemed wary. Following her gaze I realised why. Oh no! Not him! I saw him very reluctantly dragging his chair and coming towards us. He sat down as far as possible from me. Well that’s a relief because I don’t want him any where near me. What I heard that day still creeps me out and disgusts me whenever I think of it. I just hope this project gets done and over quickly.
Catching sight of the expression on his face, I was baffled. Were my eyes deceiving me? He seemed afraid! I looked at Basheera to see if she also noticed and strangely found that she seemed to be finding this very amusing. I tried to catch her eye but she quickly glanced away.
If you wondering how I could make out that she was finding something very amusing despite the fact that she had her niqaab on then you probably don’t know that your eyes can speak a language of their own. Basheera and I have known each other practically since we were born so I knew her very well and understood her body language. Peoples eyes tend to crinkle at the edges when they laugh or smile and thats how I identified her amusement.
Hearing the bell ring for break, I quickly caught hold of Basheera’s hand and held it right.There is no way she’s going to escape. I need to know whats going on and I know that Basheera holds the answers.”I won’t let go until I know what’s going on.”