My Cursing Story
READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED: I had a potty mouth.
Growing up, it was the cool thing to do with friends but gradually became part of me.
Cursing during casual talk, “How the __ are ya?”
Cursing during road rage. You cut me off, oh boy would you have heard vulgarity flowing out of my mouth.
There were times I didn’t even know I was uttering profanity. The habit was ingrained but for some reason I always had the decency to never curse in front of elders and children.
As I was getting closer to Islam (2014-15), I read the Hadith:
The Prophet (ﷺ) never used bad language neither a “Fahish nor a Mutafahish. He used to say “The best amongst you are those who have the best manners and character.” (Bukhari)
“The believer does not taunt others, he does not curse others, he does not use profanity, and he does not abuse others.” (Tirmidhi).
The tongue expresses what is in the heart. My mission has been to improve my character so I promised myself to work on the foul language. I replaced my words with crap, shoot, freakin, son of a gun. Alhumdulillah now I don’t need these words either.
A beautiful tongue is a reflection of a beautiful heart. Agree or disagree?