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A Difficult Predicament Indeed
One of our pious predecessors, Thabit Ibn Nu’man (rahmatullah alaih), was hungry and tired as he was passing through a garden that bordered a river. He was so hungry to the extent that he could hear his stomach growling and his eyes became focused on the fruits he saw on the various trees of the garden. In a fit of desperation, he forgot himself and extended his hand to an apple that was within reach. He ate half of it and then drank water from the river. Then he became overcome by guilt, despite the fact that he had only eaten because of dire need. He said to himself, “Woe unto me! How can I eat someone else’s fruits without his permission? I make it compulsory upon myself not to leave this place until I find the owner of this garden and ask him to forgive me for having eaten one of his apples.”
After a brief search, he found the owner’s house. He knocked on the door and the owner of the garden came out and asked him what he wanted. Thabit Ibn Nu’man said, “I entered your garden that borders the river, I took this apple and I ate half of it. Then I remembered that it does not belong to me, so I ask you now to excuse me for having eaten it and to forgive me for my mistake.”
The man replied, “On one condition only will I forgive you for your mistake.” Thabit Ibn Nu’man asked, “And what is that condition?” He said, “That you marry my daughter.” Thabit Ibn Nu’man said, “I will marry her.” The man said, “However, heed to this; indeed my daughter is blind, she does not see, mute, she does not speak and deaf, she does not hear.”
Thabit Ibn Nu’man began to ponder over his situation; a difficult predicament indeed, did he find himself to be in now; what should he do? Do not get out of it, thought Thabit Ibn Nu'man. He realised that to be tested by such a woman, to take care of her, and to serve her, are all better than to eat from the foul matter of the Hell-Fire as a recompense for the apple that he ate. After all, the days of this world are few and limited.
Thus, he accepted the condition to marry the girl, seeking his reward from Allaah (Subḥānahu wa ta'āla). He was nonetheless, somewhat anxious in the days prior to the marriage. He thought, how can I have relations with a woman who neither speaks nor sees nor hears? He became so miserable that he almost wished for the earth to swallow him up before the appointed date. Yet despite such apprehension, he placed his complete trust upon Allaah (swt) and he said, “There is neither might nor power except from Allaah (swt). Indeed to Allaah do we belong and to Him do we return.”
On the day of his marriage, he saw her for the first time. She stood up before him and said, “Peace, be upon you, and the mercy and blessings of Allaah (swt).” When he saw her grace and beauty, he was reminded of what he would see when he would imagine the fair maidens of Paradise. After a brief pause, he said, “What is this? She indeed speaks, hears and sees.” He then told her what her father had said earlier.
She said, “My father has spoken the truth. He said I was mute because I do not speak any forbidden word and I have never spoken to a man who is not lawful to me. I am also indeed deaf in the sense that I have never sat in a gathering in which there is backbiting, slander, or false and vain speech. Additionally, I am blind in the sense that I have never looked upon a man who is not permissible for me.”
Dear readers! Reflect and learn a lesson from the story of this pious man and this pious woman and of how Allaah (swt) brought them together. The fruit of this noble marriage was the birth of a child who grew up to fill the earth with knowledge. Yes, their son was none other than the great Imam Abu Haneefah Numan Ibn Thabit (rahmatullah alaih)!
(From 'Pearls Of Wisdom' by Shaykh Mufti Saiful Islam, JKN Publications)
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Poem by Na'ima B. Robert
You try
To excise
Circumcise
The part of you
That loves too strongly,...
The part of you that still has tears to weep,
The part of you that still loses sleep,
The part of you that still holds on,
The part of you that must be strong,
The part of you foolish enough to cling to hope
In the face of hopelessness.
To excise
Circumcise
The part of you
That loves too strongly,...
The part of you that still has tears to weep,
The part of you that still loses sleep,
The part of you that still holds on,
The part of you that must be strong,
The part of you foolish enough to cling to hope
In the face of hopelessness.
Cut it out,
Shred it,
Watch it shrivel and die.
Bury it,
Mourn it,
Emerge with dry eyes.
Hard,
Calloused,
Deathly triumphant.
Alone,
Aloof,
Though that dull ache is constant.
For you have killed the love
And, with it, a part of you,
But you feel that it is worth it,
For you know this to be true:
Walking away is but the easy road,
Sometimes it hurts too much to care.
Sometimes it's safer to bury that love you feel
Than to see your soul stripped bare.
Maybe, for once, you want to give up,
For once, you're not the hero,
For once you agree to fail the test,
For once you let that last chance go.
Maybe you'll throw up your hands
And admit defeat
And wish for the eternal sleep
To sink, unhindered,
Into the abyss,
The abyss of dark forgetfulness.
Maybe.
Or maybe, my sister,
You will cry those tears
And rise, in spite of all your tears,
Rise, rise upon broken wings
Knowing that He hears everything
Knowing that He hears your pleas
And His Promise is true: with hardship, comes ease.
*For every mother, wife, daughter, sister, friend struggling to see the light at the end of the tunnel.
Shred it,
Watch it shrivel and die.
Bury it,
Mourn it,
Emerge with dry eyes.
Hard,
Calloused,
Deathly triumphant.
Alone,
Aloof,
Though that dull ache is constant.
For you have killed the love
And, with it, a part of you,
But you feel that it is worth it,
For you know this to be true:
Walking away is but the easy road,
Sometimes it hurts too much to care.
Sometimes it's safer to bury that love you feel
Than to see your soul stripped bare.
Maybe, for once, you want to give up,
For once, you're not the hero,
For once you agree to fail the test,
For once you let that last chance go.
Maybe you'll throw up your hands
And admit defeat
And wish for the eternal sleep
To sink, unhindered,
Into the abyss,
The abyss of dark forgetfulness.
Maybe.
Or maybe, my sister,
You will cry those tears
And rise, in spite of all your tears,
Rise, rise upon broken wings
Knowing that He hears everything
Knowing that He hears your pleas
And His Promise is true: with hardship, comes ease.
*For every mother, wife, daughter, sister, friend struggling to see the light at the end of the tunnel.
Keep Walking by Yasmin Mogahed
Keep Walking
By: Yasmin Mogahed
Every day I get closer to our Meeting.
I feel like I’ve been walking this path for a thousand years
towards You…
and yet I’m still not there.
So close, and yet so far still
But I keep walking,
despite the tears,
despite the wind,
despite the skinned knees and broken bones,
despite the bruises and scars that make this heart what it is today,
I keep walking…
toward You.
There’s only one direction,
one direction:
towards You.
From You, to You.
I have nothing else.
Nothing.
That is my poverty.
I keep walking
because behind every sun’s setting is a rising,
Behind every storm is a Refuge,
Behind every fall is a rise,
Behind every tear is a cleansing of the eyes.
And in every spot you’ve ever been stabbed, is a healing,
and the creation of skin stronger than it was.
I keep walking
because wallahi I have nothing but Your mercy.
I have nothing but Your promise
Your words
Your promise
that:
By: Yasmin Mogahed
Every day I get closer to our Meeting.
I feel like I’ve been walking this path for a thousand years
towards You…
and yet I’m still not there.
So close, and yet so far still
But I keep walking,
despite the tears,
despite the wind,
despite the skinned knees and broken bones,
despite the bruises and scars that make this heart what it is today,
I keep walking…
toward You.
There’s only one direction,
one direction:
towards You.
From You, to You.
I have nothing else.
Nothing.
That is my poverty.
I keep walking
because behind every sun’s setting is a rising,
Behind every storm is a Refuge,
Behind every fall is a rise,
Behind every tear is a cleansing of the eyes.
And in every spot you’ve ever been stabbed, is a healing,
and the creation of skin stronger than it was.
I keep walking
because wallahi I have nothing but Your mercy.
I have nothing but Your promise
Your words
Your promise
that:
“Oh mankind, indeed you are ever toiling on towards your Lord- painfully toiling,- but you shall meet Him.” (84:6)
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Wednesday, 30 July 2014
AR-RAYYAAN SADAQAH PROJECT: THE QUR'AAN PROJECT!
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Friday, 18 July 2014
Look at the concern our beloved Prophet (peace and blessings be upon him) had for the Muslims....
Our beloved Prophet (peace and blessings be upon him.) even asked forgiveness for the oppressors too:
Abdullah ibn Kinanah ibn Abbas ibn Mirdas (r.a) narrated from his father that the Messenger of Allah (s.a.w.) prayed for forgiveness for his nation one evening at `Arafat, and the response came, “I have forgiven them, except for the oppressor, with whom I will settle the score in favour of the one whom he wronged.” He said, “O Lord, if You will, then grant the wronged one from Paradise (a compensation) and forgive the oppressor.” No response came (that evening). The next day at Muzdalifah he repeated the supplication, and received a response to what he asked for. He (the narrator) said, “The Messenger of Allah (s.a.w.) laughed,” or he said, “He smiled. Abu Bakr and ‘Umar said to him, ‘May my father and mother be ransomed for you! This is not a time when you usually laugh. What made you laugh? May Allah make your years filled with laughter.’ He said, ‘The enemy of Allah, Iblees, when he came to know that Allah answered my prayer and had forgiven my nation, took some dust and started to sprinkle it on his head, uttering cries of woe and doom, and what I saw of his anguish made me laugh.’” (Ibn Majah #3013)
Saturday, 28 June 2014
Monday, 23 June 2014
A Father's Tears - Warning! Distressing News From Ummah Welfare Trust In Syria
A FATHER'S TEARS
Yesterday we were speaking to the coordinator for the Syrian Orphans Programme.
He told us he had paid a very heavy price for supporting the orphans of those who were killed innocently during the revolution.
His 4 year old son was kidnapped and killed because of his relief work supporting our innocent brothers and sisters in Syria.
I asked him what made him so sure his son was... killed?
He said his son was made to phone him before he was killed. He then broke down in tears and wept bitterly.
May Allah have mercy upon our brothers and sisters in Ash-Shaam
Mohammad Ahmad in Syria,
Ummah Welfare Trust,
25th Shaban 1435https://www.facebook.com/Ummahwelfaretrust
Yesterday we were speaking to the coordinator for the Syrian Orphans Programme.
He told us he had paid a very heavy price for supporting the orphans of those who were killed innocently during the revolution.
His 4 year old son was kidnapped and killed because of his relief work supporting our innocent brothers and sisters in Syria.
I asked him what made him so sure his son was... killed?
He said his son was made to phone him before he was killed. He then broke down in tears and wept bitterly.
May Allah have mercy upon our brothers and sisters in Ash-Shaam
Mohammad Ahmad in Syria,
Ummah Welfare Trust,
25th Shaban 1435https://www.facebook.com/Ummahwelfaretrust
Friday, 20 June 2014
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Examples Of The Love That Aisha (r.a.) And Her Husband Prophet Muhammad (s.a.w.) Had For Each Other
After hearing this advice of Rasulullah (s.a.w.) Hadhrat Aisha (r.a.) practised upon it throughout her life with her heart and soul. (Mustadraak Haakim)
On one occasion an Iranian neighbour of Rasulullah (s.a.w.) invited him to partake of meals at his home. Rasulullah (s.a.w.) replied that he would accept the invitation on condition that Hadhrat Aisha (r.a.) could also accompany him. The Iranian declined and Rasulullah (s.a.w.) said, "In that case I cannot accept your invitation."
The reason for Rasulullah (s.a.w.) declining the invitation was that at that time Rasulullah's (s.a.w.) household was in poverty and were suffering from the pangs of hunger. This is why Rasulullah (s.a.w.) did not think it appropriate to indulge himself in a meal while his beloved wife was suffering from hunger at home.
The Iranian returned again and invited Rasulullah (s.a.w.) to join him for meals. Rasulullah (s.a.w.) again requested permission for Hadhrat Aisha (r.a.) to accompany him and when the Iranian declined, Rasulullah also declined the invitation.
The host returned for the third time and again invited Rasulullah (s.a.w.) to join him for meals and when Rasulullah (s.a.w.) requested permission for Hadhrat Aisha (r.a.) to join him, this time the host granted him permission. Rasulullaah (s.a.w.) then joined him for meals accompanieds by Hadhrat Aisha (r.a.).
The neighbour declined the first two times because meals had been prepared for one person only and on the third, preparations had been made to accommodate Hadhrat Aisha (r.a.) as well. (Muslim)
(From 'Hundred Stories of Hadhrat Aisha (r.a.)' By Moulana Shuaib Saror)
Tuesday, 6 May 2014
Saturday, 1 March 2014
Seven Scattered Pearls
Abu Dharr (r.a.) related: My beloved friend (Allah's Messenger s.a.w.) has commanded me to do seven things:
1. To love the poor and the needy and to be close to them.
2. To look towards those who are of a lower standing than me regarding worldly goods and not towards those who are of a higher standing than me in this regard.
3. To strengthen the ties of kinship, even if my relatives try to sever them.
4. Not to ask anything of anyone.
5. To speak the truth under all circumstances, even if it might be bitter (for him who hears it).
6. Not to fear the reproach of anyone when it comes to bidding good and forbidding evil.
7. To recite Laa hawla wa la quwwata illa billah often as these words are a part of the treasure beneath the Mighty Throne. (Ahmad)
(From Scattered Pearls vol.8)
1. To love the poor and the needy and to be close to them.
2. To look towards those who are of a lower standing than me regarding worldly goods and not towards those who are of a higher standing than me in this regard.
3. To strengthen the ties of kinship, even if my relatives try to sever them.
4. Not to ask anything of anyone.
5. To speak the truth under all circumstances, even if it might be bitter (for him who hears it).
6. Not to fear the reproach of anyone when it comes to bidding good and forbidding evil.
7. To recite Laa hawla wa la quwwata illa billah often as these words are a part of the treasure beneath the Mighty Throne. (Ahmad)
(From Scattered Pearls vol.8)
Saturday, 22 February 2014
Three Easy Ways to Enter Paradise
Abu Saeed Al Khudri (r.a.) narrated that the Messenger of Allah (s.a.w.) said: "A person who eats only from what is lawful, and acts according to my Sunnah, and from whose harm others are safe, shall enter Paradise." One man said: "O Messenger of Allah! This applies to many people." The Messenger of Allah (s.a.w.) replied: "Yes, and this shall be so even in the coming generations." (Tirmidhi)
(From 'Scattered Pearls' vol.8)
(From 'Scattered Pearls' vol.8)
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