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Sunan Abi Daud: Batalkah Wudhuk Kerana Menyentuh Isteri

Assalamualaykum,

Have you ever encountered this situation,

Both husband and you are already in wudhuk, getting ready for solat. And suddenly, both accidentally touched each other. And as almost always, husband puts you as the culprit whom nullified the wudhu' which warrant for another ablution again. And you sulk.

I guess, this situation occurs in almost every muslim marriage.

In Islamic teaching there are two school of thoughts regarding this matter:

1) According to the strong beliefs of Imam Syafiee, the wudhu' is nullified when a men touches a women, be it on purpose or by accident. And his stand is based on the ayatul Quran which says if you touches a woman and there is no water around you therefore you need to perform the tayammum (using dust from the sand or soil as a replacement fro water). The understanding of the words of Allah is based on tafseer of Ibnu Mas'ud.

2) Another school of thoughts came from the Imam Maliki and Abu Hanifah and it is based on the samea yat but according tot he tafseer of Ibnu Abbas, plus, according to hadith narrated from Aisyah RA which says, Rasulullah perform a night prayer, and as the space in their house is too small, Rasulallah got to move Aisyah leg a little to allow him to sujud and He continues his solat. On another occasion, Aisyah when searching for Rasulallah SAW in the dark night as He is not at her bedside and accidentally touches his feet while he is performing sujud.

Both thoughts are based on credible proofs and source. And Islam is not rigid EXCEPT when it comes to halal and haram.



I like to listen the explanation made by this Ustaz Asri. He explained from both views and thoughts and also the discussions based on Quran and Hadiths.

Listen carefully. And ask the asatizah for further clarification if you still have any doubts in you regarding the matter.

Wallahu a'lam.


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