Someone asked the Tailor’s wife for du’a on his relative who was ill at Mecca.
She replied with a laugh, in her inimitably tactless manner: “He will go immediately to jannah, it’s a blessing to die at Kaba.”
He was offended and said: “Why does your husband, who preaches ‘how to read life correctly’, why does that Tailor not teach his own wife some manners? My relative is dying and you are laughing!”
What he didn’t know was that her own grandfather — who was as special and beloved and close to her as his relative was to him — is passing away, slowly but soon to finalize, also at (a) Kaba. She is flying soon to be by his deathbed, with their daughters in tow, to say goodbye.
What he didn’t hear was — Her Laughter has tears within its Truth. That’s one of the reasons the Tailor fell in Love with Her. And Her Laughter sounds out in perfect adab.
And verily our Messengers came to Abraham with the good news. They said “Peace”. He said “Peace”. And he did not delay to bring them a roasted calf. But when their hands did not reach to it, he saw they were strange and he feared. And they said “Do not fear. We have been sent to the People of Lot”. And his wife was standing and she laughed: But we gave her glad tidings of Isaac and after him, of Jacob. She said “Alas for me! Shall I bear a child, seeing I am an old woman, and my husband here, is an old man? That indeed would be a wonderful thing!” They said: “Do you wonder at Allah’s decree? The mercy of Allah and His blessings be upon you, o you people of the house! For He is indeed worthy of all praise, full of Glory!” (The Reading, 11:71-73)
(Laughter = reincarnation -> perfection = circuitry of Abraham’s kaba in ascent = short circuiting = jannah, geddit?)
