Bismillah ir Rahman ir Raheem
Assalam alaikum warahmatullahi wabarakatahu, people reading this blog.
Yep. I’ve always wanted to have precisely seven offspring Insha Allah.
As in my issue. Give birth to seven squealing little halal piggies with my own frail little body.
Not all at once, of course. At a suitably paced distance Insha Allah. But still. Seven.
I’ve never questioned this need. I’ve never tried to mitigate it to myself or family, though I frequently tell proposals in order not to scare them off that I will be talked down to four. I suppose I can be, though I will not be pleased about it. And I imagine myself, a middle-aged mother with four kids, feeling somehow our family is incomplete, that there were three more children somewhere in heaven with our family name on them.
There is something spiritually satisfying about the number seven. Maybe it’s because there are seven levels of Jannah.
But there are also five pillars in Islam and six principles of Islam, I hear you say. True. But I still like seven.
I made this decision when I was barely older than seven myself. I think I was around 11.
I remember my brothers asking me why I wanted seven children. “One for each sin?” was the best I could come up with.
I’ve always wanted a big happy noisy family. I suppose being the youngest child by donkeys’ years; I’ve always felt like I was an only child. Like I had to solve life’s mysteries by myself, contend with my parents by myself, do my homework by myself, choose my clothes by myself, flirt with boys by myself (that last part I didn’t mind. And that last part didn’t happen.) No sisters to talk me out of bad decisions. No sisters to weep with, fight with, to accuse of stealing my favorite hijab. My life always seemed controlled, surgically precise, carefully hemmed in by forces beyond my control to keep out the mess of the real world.
Of course, then I left the home and the world flooded in and I was knee deep in BS wondering what would have prepared me for this.
Maybe it would have been a lot of little brothers and sisters. I’ve noticed you learn to compromise and improvise in a big family. Money is usually tighter than it would be, so imagination is the greatest Xbox. And the whole wide world doesn’t seem so scary with a brother or sister by your side.
Those sound like incredible tools to have, tools I’m building slowly and painstakingly in my adult life.
Or maybe I want to stay young.
When I was with my niece, she focused my concentration to the present moment with laser precision. The whole world was new to her and seeing through her eyes, it was new to me too. She was a destructive little devil – she liked taking things apart with little thought about how to put them together again. She was also unconditionally loving and a little reckless. She was my little terror.
Maybe I want seven children so that by the time one leaves childhood, there will be another and another and another. And the youngest will be the most spoiled and the whole family’s teacher.
Of course, if any mothers are reading this, they will probably be spewing bile, eager to let me know how messy and crazy motherhood is, diapers, illnesses, public tantrums and all. Yeah. I can see. But I don’t understand why that’s as bad thing. Leaving out the diapers, my parents are just the same.
I still want seven children Insha Allah.
Wassalam and Fee Amanillah,
The Happy (but as yet single and un-pregnant) Muslimah
6 thoughts on “Things I’ve always wanted: 7 children”
Jannah has eight levels 🙂
Does it? I thought it had…seven? LOL, reference brother/sister!
Either way, one more for the family – no problem!
What does your username mean?
It means “The Tiger of Allah”.
Nice Mashallah! Was it a name given to a Sahabah?