One of the philosophers was asked: “How would you choose your woman”? So he replied

سئل احد الفلاسفه كيف تختار امراتك فاجاب……. ؟؟؟؟؟

لا أريدها جميلة، فيطمع فيها غيري.. ولا قبيحة، فتشمئز منها نفسي..

ولا طويلة، فأرفع لها هامتي..ولا قصيرة، فأطأطئ له رأسي..

ولا سمينة، فتسد على منافذ النسيم.. ولا هزيلة، فأحسبها خيالي..

ولا بيضاء مثل الشمع.. ولا سوداء مثل الشبح..

ولا جاهلة فلا تفهمني.. ولا متعلمة فتجادلني..

ولا غنية فتقول هذا مالي.. ولا فقيرة فيشقى من بعدها ولدي 

One of the philosophers was asked: “How would you choose your woman”? So he replied…

I don’t want her beautiful (for fear) others may want her, nor ugly that myself feels repulsed from her

Nor tall so that I lift my head for her, nor short that I bow my head for her

Nor fat so that she blocks the pathways of fresh air, nor skinny so that I presume her to be my fantasy

Nor uneducated so that she does not understand me, nor educated so that she argues with me

Nor white like wax, nor black like a spectre

Nor rich so she says: “That’s my money!”, nor poor so my child suffers after me..

The point being with all these conditions, you’re going to stay one lonely old man. And what truly separates us is Taqwa, if only we knew..

Originally found the piece here:


Just didn’t agree with some of the translation so I thought I would give it a go myself.


Allahu a’lam.