Every morning she would look into the mirror, carefully applying make up to her face delicately one stroke of a brush at a time. I must look beautiful, she told herself everyday. She doesn’t think about who she is beautifying herself for or who her beauty will attract. She only knows that she must look beautiful, that is simply what is required of her as a woman.
People who are beautiful get that bit further in life, they seem to accomplish more and have more success. More happiness. More. Isn’t that how the world works?
In this life, in this world. This world where the measure of success is earning money and owning houses. The more and bigger the better, regardless of how it is achieved, regardless of who is trodden on and oppressed along the way. Those details are unimportant, mere collateral.
Real relationships aren’t so important, merely the appearance and the shell of them.
And if you’re beautiful, well the world is yours. Look at successful hijabi entrepreneurs, would they be as successful if they weren’t quite so beautiful?
“What a strange illusion it is to suppose that beauty is goodness”
– Leo Tolstoy
She sees the world around her; she sees how women are acknowledged and valued for their beauty and she subjects herself to these material requirements. She loses herself in the storm of this selfish world where she will never really be good enough and she forgets her real value. She is so busy trying to make people love her and love her beauty that she forgets. She forgets that Allah loves her more than anyone can love her. She forgets that Allah made her perfectly, just as He intended, down to each strand of hair. She forgets that it is the beauty of her heart, mind and soul which are truly valuable. The way she treats people, the kindness she shares and the manners she displays. These are what she will be remembered for and these are what will matter when That Day comes.