💚 “Miswak & Matrimony” — An Islamic Romantic Comedy 💚
CAST
- Yusuf — A well-meaning but slightly clueless husband. Loves his wife… fears her “discipline taps.”
- Amina — His fiery, loving, hijabi wife whose cleaning standards are higher than the Kaaba chandeliers.
- Imam Kareem — Wise, gentle, and absolutely done with this couple’s tiny arguments.
- The Miswak — Yes, it’s practically a character.
☪️ The Story Begins…
Yusuf bursts through the apartment door, late again.
Amina: “YUSUF! We had a deal. Home by Maghrib, or—”
Yusuf gulps.
He knows the consequences: gentle but spicy wife slaps and tiny cat-scratch nails across the shoulder.
Yusuf (internal monologue):
Ya Allah, save me.
He dives into his pocket for the only shield known to man:
a freshly bought MISWAK, still wrapped like a lightsaber of marital peace.
He holds it up like a sacred relic.
Yusuf: “Habibti… look! A miswak! Sunnah! Mint-flavoured!”
Amina pauses mid-slap.
Amina: “…Mint?”
She snatches it. Sniffs it. Eyes soften.
Amina: “Okay, I forgive you… this time.”
Yusuf exhales like he just survived Judgment Day.
📿 ACT TWO — THE GREAT MISWAK MISHAP
Amina becomes obsessed with the miswak.
She reminds Yusuf:
- “Use it before Fajr!”
- “Use it after lunch!”
- “Use it before talking to my mother!”
- “USE IT BEFORE YOU BREATHE IN MY DIRECTION.”
Soon she’s leaving miswaks everywhere:
- In the car.
- In the couch cushions.
- In his shoes.
- One falls out of the fridge somehow.
Neighbors talk.
Neighbor Fatima: “Amina… are you hoarding miswaks?”
Amina: “You don’t understand. He is protected from my wrath ONLY as long as his breath is pure.”
Meanwhile Yusuf is trying to figure out whether marriage came with a warranty or a user manual.
🕌 ACT THREE — THE IMAM INTERVENES
At the mosque, Yusuf pulls Imam Kareem aside.
Yusuf: “Imam, I fear my wife values my oral hygiene more than my soul.”
Imam Kareem (stroking beard):
“Many wives feel this way.”
The imam calls Amina for a ‘marital harmony meeting.’
She marches in with a handbag full of miswaks like a travelling merchant.
Imam Kareem:
“My children… the miswak is a sunnah for everyone. Not a weapon, not a marriage treaty.”
Amina blushes.
Yusuf looks betrayed—he thought the miswak WAS his treaty!
The imam continues:
“True love is patience. Mercy. Sharing chores. Not mint-flavoured sticks as bargaining chips.”
Amina and Yusuf stare at each other.
Amina: “I just wanted you to smell nice.”
Yusuf: “And I… wanted to avoid your slaps.”
The Imam sighs. Deeply.
💞 FINAL ACT — LOVE AT FIRST BRUSH
Amina brings out two brand-new miswaks.
Amina:
“Let’s start over. We’ll use them together, every morning, every night. Sunnah for two.”
They brush side-by-side, like a weirdly wholesome toothpaste commercial.
The angry-wife slaps vanish.
Yusuf even picks up extra chores.
Amina stops storing miswaks in his shoes.
Peace returns.
🎉 EPILOGUE
Nine months later, they welcome their new baby girl.
They name her…
Miswaka.
Imam Kareem facepalms so hard his kufi slips off.