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A marriage can look perfect from the outside. Smiles at gatherings. Shared prayers at home. Inside jokes that only two people understand.
But perfection draws attention. One casual remark from a cousin was all it took:
“Marriage isn’t always as happy as it looks. If it seems too good, maybe he’s hiding something.”
The wife laughed it off at first. Yet the words followed her home like smoke.
That night, while her husband scrolled through his phone after Isha, she watched him and thought: Why does he look so content? Too content. What is he enjoying without me?
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He felt it before she said it. A coldness in her salaam. Her eyes avoiding his. Then came the words, sharp as glass:
“You seem very happy lately. Too happy. What are you hiding from me?”
He blinked, stunned. He wasn’t hiding anything. His work had gone well, his prayer had been consistent, his heart was simply at peace. But now his joy itself was suspect.
In the stillness of the night, he remembered the words of Allah in Surah An-Nas:
قُلْ أَعُوذُ بِرَبِّ النَّاسِ • مَلِكِ النَّاسِ • إِلَٰهِ النَّاسِ • مِن شَرِّ الْوَسْوَاسِ الْخَنَّاسِ • الَّذِي يُوَسْوِسُ فِي صُدُورِ النَّاسِ • مِنَ الْجِنَّةِ وَالنَّاسِ
“Say: I seek refuge in the Lord of mankind, the Sovereign of mankind, the God of mankind, from the evil of the retreating whisperer, who whispers in the hearts of mankind, from among jinn and mankind.” (Surah An-Nas 114:1–6)
Waswasa. It had crept into his home.
When Doubt Turns Sacred
The next day, after Fajr, he lingered in dua. His wife’s voice cut through:
“You pray so much, but do you even care about me? Or is your piety just for others to see?”
The words stung more than any silence. It wasn’t only the marriage now — the whispers had turned her suspicion against his faith.
He thought of Surah Al-Falaq:
قُلْ أَعُوذُ بِرَبِّ الْفَلَقِ • مِن شَرِّ مَا خَلَقَ • وَمِن شَرِّ غَاسِقٍ إِذَا وَقَبَ • وَمِن شَرِّ النَّفَّاثَاتِ فِي الْعُقَدِ • وَمِن شَرِّ حَاسِدٍ إِذَا حَسَدَ
“Say: I seek refuge in the Lord of the daybreak, from the evil of what He has created, from the evil of darkness when it settles, from the evil of those who blow on knots, and from the evil of the envier when he envies.” (Surah Al-Falaq 113:1–5)
But this was not envy of wealth. This was envy of peace. The whisper twisted her love into something bitter, something corrosive.
The Whisper That Doesn’t Leave
Day after day, sharp remarks piled up like knives on the table.
“You enjoy life without me.”
“You laugh more with others than with me.”
“Your Islam is just for the outside world.”
He could feel the waswasa, lurking in the corners of their conversations, whispering through her words.
And yet, she could not see it.
He remembered Surah Al-Ikhlas, the anchor of tawheed that whispers fear most:
قُلْ هُوَ ٱللَّهُ أَحَدٌ • ٱللَّهُ ٱلصَّمَدُ • لَمْ يَلِدْ وَلَمْ يُولَدْ • وَلَمْ يَكُن لَّهُۥ كُفُوًا أَحَدٌ
“Say: He is Allah, One. Allah, the Eternal Refuge. He neither begets nor is born, nor is there to Him any equivalent.” (Surah Al-Ikhlas 112:1–4)
But when whispers fill the air, even Oneness feels distant.
No Clean Ending
He knew the cure: dhikr, dua, the three surahs as shields. He recited them with urgency, with trembling.
But the whispers didn’t leave immediately.
Some days, the smoke cleared. Other days, it thickened again.
He lay awake one night, listening to her breath beside him, and whispered his own plea to Allah:
Ya Allah, protect our hearts from what we cannot see.
The story doesn’t close neatly. The whispers may return. They may twist again.
That is the terror of waswasa. It doesn’t destroy in one strike. It gnaws, it whispers, it lingers. Until a happy home feels haunted.
And unless guarded with faith, dhikr, and the surahs revealed for protection, no marriage, no heart, is safe.
Recap
Waswasa is not an abstract idea. It’s the suspicion that poisons trust, the sharp remark that drives a wedge, the unseen presence that feeds on silence. The last three surahs of the Quran are not just words — they are shields against the very shadows that creep into our lives.
Guard them. Guard your heart. Because whispers never sleep.
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