A serene and tranquil morning at Al-Hikmah Islamic Boarding School was abruptly interrupted by the hushed tones of female students echoing through the corridors of the girls' dormitory, a space that typically radiates joy and vibrant camaraderie, filled with the delightful sounds of laughter and spirited conversations. Yet, on this particular occasion, an unusual solemnity permeated the atmosphere as unsettling news spread faster than the fleeting gusts of wind characteristic of the rainy season: Ustadzah Siti, a revered and legendary Fiqh teacher known for her charismatic presence and engaging teaching style, had unexpectedly been absent for two consecutive days. This event was especially perplexing given the recent Sharia debate she had gracefully conducted—a much-anticipated event that students had eagerly awaited and passionately prepared for. The classroom, typically resounding with inquisitive gazes and animated discussions, was temporarily taken over by Ustadzah Nurul, but the air was thick with disquieting rumors that ignited concern in the hearts of the students. Whispers suggested that Ustadzah Siti's home life was teetering on the edge of instability.
Her husband, Ustadz Rahman—a well-respected Tahfidz teacher at a nearby Islamic boarding school—was often embroiled in disputes regarding professional responsibilities, financial pressures, and differing perspectives on child-rearing, leading to a scenario that threatened the peaceful atmosphere which the boarding school was known for. In the bustling cafeteria that morning, a gathering of students, including Zahra and her close-knit group, could be seen clustered together, their expressions a canvas reflecting a range of emotions that swirled around them, encapsulating the palpable tension that hung in the air, intertwined with an insatiable curiosity about the unfolding situation.
Amidst the lively chaos of the cafeteria, Zahra turned to her friend Nisa, gently nudging her shoulder while cradling a steaming cup of fragrant tea in her hands, attempting to elicit confirmation about the troubling rumors. "Nis, is it true that Ustadzah Siti is getting a divorce? I noticed that during Fiqh class yesterday, she repeatedly spoke about divorce. Her eyes looked so red and puffy, suggesting she had been weeping for hours. Is her marriage in jeopardy because Ustadz Rahman feels she is too modern in her teaching approach?" she inquired, her voice filled with a mix of anxiety and confusion that hinted at her deep concern for their beloved Ustadzah.
Nisa, her gaze cast downward, nodded almost imperceptibly and responded in a voice barely above a whisper, as if fearing their conversation would attract unwarranted attention from those around them. "Yes, Za. My senior mentioned that Ustadz Rahman is envious of Ustadzah Siti's growing popularity following her impressive performance in the provincial debate. At home, he often urges her to devote more time to caring for the children rather than being absorbed in her teaching, which consumes a significant portion of her time. Their children, aged 5 and 7, frequently cry when they hear their parents engaged in heated arguments. It reminds me of the case we discussed in class regarding the detrimental effects of conflict within the family," she explained, her thoughts drifting into a realm of empathy as she envisioned the struggles faced by their cherished educator.
A short while later, Aira, fresh from her MTQ (Musabaqah Tilawatil Quran) practice, approached their table with a grave expression etched across her face. "Friends, we must be cautious not to engage in gossip without concrete evidence. I learned directly from Ustadzah Nurul that Ustadzah Siti is currently undergoing counseling with the guidance counselor. The challenges she faces might seem familiar to some—her husband feels 'underappreciated' since his wife is actively involved in da'wah. As students studying fiqh munakahat, it's imperative for us to extend our support through prayer, working to ensure the situation does not worsen," she asserted with a seriousness that resonated with the group. Lina, sitting nearby, nodded affirmatively, echoing Aira's sentiment. "Exactly, Aira. Remember our discussions on how a harmonious household serves as the foundation for a robust boarding school. If discord disrupts our Ustadzahs, it ultimately affects us as students, who are inevitably influenced by the prevailing tones of their environment."
Not wanting to be left out, the otherwise inseparable twins, Salsabila and Salsabi, eagerly raised their hands, presenting their enthusiastic idea. "We have an inspiring suggestion! Why don't we draft an open letter titled 'Students' Prayers for Ustadzah Siti'? In it, we can express our heartfelt gratitude for the invaluable fiqh lessons we have received and accompany it with our prayers for peace and harmony in her household. We can reference Quran Surah Ar-Rum 21, which speaks of how couples are created to promote tranquility." Syarifah chimed in with equal enthusiasm, adding, "We should also include the hadith: 'The best among you are those who treat their wives best' to serve as an uplifting motivation."
Later that afternoon, after their formal classes had concluded, Aira took the lead in organizing a group of students who courageously made their way to Ustadzah Siti's residence, located within the ustadzah's complex at the boarding school—this modest abode, freshly painted white, was adorned with a small garden blooming with jasmine flowers that sent a soothing aroma wafting through the air. With soft knocks on the door, they presented a basket filled with fresh, vibrant fruit to lighten the somber mood, along with a beautifully decorated prayer letter that showcased Lina's exquisite calligraphy. When the door finally creaked open, Ustadzah Siti appeared, her eyes still puffed from tears, yet she attempted to muster a smile that wavered, suggesting her struggle to maintain composure. "Aira? Zahra? What brings you here? Come in, let's talk openly inside," she beckoned with a gentle but weary voice.
Inside the unpretentious yet spiritually comforting living room, where a mushaf lay alongside family photos, Ustadzah Siti sank into her comfortable sofa, looking more exhausted than ever. Zahra, taking the initiative, sought to break the thick silence, "Ustadzah, we are all genuinely concerned for you during this difficult time. The Fiqh class feels so incomplete without your presence. We've been hearing about the personal challenges you are facing from various ustadzahs and students. Today, we came with the prayers and well-wishes from 50 students who deeply care about your well-being." Tears began to pool in Ustadzah Siti's eyes as she graciously accepted the heartfelt letter, exclaiming, "Alhamdulillah... your kindness is a testament to what wonderful students you are! Yes, Ustadz Rahman and I are navigating through a particularly tough period. He often expresses that I am too immersed in my work and teaching, leaving little attention for my children. Our arguments have intensified, and for the last three months, our communication has deteriorated into silence. Our children are significantly affected by this tension," she revealed, her voice quivering as she detailed her fragile situation.
In a moment filled with empathy, Aira gently took hold of Ustadzah Siti's hand, offering warmth and support. "Ustadzah, let us not forget the lessons you've imparted—particularly the significance of open communication in achieving mutual understanding in relationships. Consider inviting Ustadz to sit down for a heartfelt discussion where household responsibilities can be more evenly distributed—for instance, he could care for the children during the evenings, allowing you to focus on your teaching during the day. As emphasized in the hadith: 'Help one another in goodness.' All of us are praying for an enduring peace to envelop your household." Just then, the back door swung open, and Ustadz Rahman entered, visibly fatigued after his day of teaching. His astonished expression revealed surprise at the sight of the students gathered in his home. "Al-Hikmah students? What brings you all here?" he inquired, a mixture of curiosity and slight apprehension reflecting in his eyes.
The atmosphere grew tense, yet Zahra, brimming with courage, stepped forward to address Ustadz Rahman. "Ustadz, please forgive us for visiting unannounced. We cherish Ustadzah Siti deeply, and we fully comprehend how disputes between the ustadzahs dramatically influence our motivation for learning. Would it be alright if we offered our prayers?" Ustadz Rahman listened intently, absorbing the heartfelt words as Syarifah recited the letter aloud. Gradually, moisture welled in his eyes as a wave of realization washed over him. "Thank you… I recognize my shortcomings now. I became so consumed with my Tahfidz activities that I inadvertently sidelined my responsibilities to my wife, who is equally dedicated to her area of da'wah. Would you mind facilitating a discussion between my wife and me tonight to work toward finding a resolution?" Ustadzah Siti gave a deliberate nod, her expression softening, "InshaAllah, Abi. The presence of these caring students serves as a reminder from Allah, urging us toward the harmonious environment we must cultivate at home," she responded, a faint smile breaking through her earlier distress.
That night, as the students returned to their quarters, a soothing sense of relief enveloped them. However, the following morning brought an unexpected delight: Ustadzah Siti returned to the classroom, radiating energy and enthusiasm, ready to teach once more. "Dear students, I want to sincerely apologize for my absence yesterday. Today, we're set to resume our special lesson on 'Fiqh of a Peaceful Household from Real Experience'. Are you all prepared to discover the changes that have unfolded in our lives?" The classroom erupted in a chorus of excitement and eager enthusiasm, a testament to the students' deep commitment to their education and their dear ustadzah.
Amidst the jubilation, Zahra leaned toward Aira, her voice filled with satisfaction, "Aira, our collective prayers truly made a difference! But I do wonder if we could uncover what specific changes occurred after their heartfelt meeting." Aira smiled knowingly, her gaze thoughtful, "Let that be their secret, Za. Their meeting last night was likely filled with a wealth of revelations—we should simply continue to pray for the best outcomes..."