Sunday, 21 April 2013
1. Allah (الله) The Greatest Name
2. Ar-Rahman (الرحمن) The All-Compassionate
3. Ar-Rahim (الرحيم) The All-Merciful
4. Al-Malik (الملك) The Absolute Ruler
5. Al-Quddus (القدوس) The Pure One
6. As-Salam (السلام) The Source of Peace
7. Al-Mu'min (المؤمن) The Inspirer of Faith
8. Al-Muhaymin (المهيمن) The Guardian
9. Al-Aziz (العزيز) The Victorious
10. Al-Jabbar (الجبار) The Compeller
11. Al-Mutakabbir (المتكبر) The Greatest
12. Al-Khaliq (الخالق) The Creator
13. Al-Bari' (البارئ) The Maker of Order
14. Al-Musawwir (المصور) The Shaper of Beauty
15. Al-Ghaffar (الغفار) The Forgiving
16. Al-Qahhar (القهار) The Subduer
17. Al-Wahhab (الوهاب) The Giver of All
18. Ar-Razzaq (الرزاق) The Sustainer
19. Al-Fattah (الفتاح) The Opener
20. Al-`Alim (العليم) The Knower of All
21. Al-Qabid (القابض) The Constrictor
22. Al-Basit (الباسط) The Reliever
23. Al-Khafid (الخافض) The Abaser
24. Ar-Rafi (الرافع) The Exalter
25. Al-Mu'izz (المعز) The Bestower of Honors
26. Al-Mudhill (المذل) The Humiliator
27. As-Sami (السميع) The Hearer of All
28. Al-Basir (البصير) The Seer of All
29. Al-Hakam (الحكم) The Judge
30. Al-`Adl (العدل) The Just
31. Al-Latif (اللطيف) The Subtle One
32. Al-Khabir (الخبير) The All-Aware
33. Al-Halim (الحليم) The Forbearing
34. Al-Azim (العظيم) The Magnificent
35. Al-Ghafur (الغفور) The Forgiver and Hider of Faults
36. Ash-Shakur (الشكور) The Rewarder of Thankfulness
37. Al-Ali (العلى) The Highest
38. Al-Kabir (الكبير) The Greatest
39. Al-Hafiz (الحفيظ) The Preserver
40. Al-Muqit (المقيت) The Nourisher
41. Al-Hasib (الحسيب) The Accounter
42. Al-Jalil (الجليل) The Mighty
43. Al-Karim (الكريم) The Generous
44. Ar-Raqib (الرقيب) The Watchful One
45. Al-Mujib (المجيب) The Responder to Prayer
46. Al-Wasi (الواسع) The All-Comprehending
47. Al-Hakim (الحكيم) The Perfectly Wise
48. Al-Wadud (الودود) The Loving One
49. Al-Majid (المجيد) The Majestic One
50. Al-Ba'ith (الباعث) The Resurrector
51. Ash-Shahid (الشهيد) The Witness
52. Al-Haqq (الحق) The Truth
53. Al-Wakil (الوكيل) The Trustee
54. Al-Qawiyy (القوى) The Possessor of All Strength
55. Al-Matin (المتين) The Forceful One
56. Al-Waliyy (الولى) The Governor
57. Al-Hamid (الحميد) The Praised One
58. Al-Muhsi (المحصى) The Appraiser
59. Al-Mubdi' (المبدئ) The Originator
60. Al-Mu'id (المعيد) The Restorer
61. Al-Muhyi (المحيى) The Giver of Life
62. Al-Mumit (المميت) The Taker of Life
63. Al-Hayy (الحي) The Ever Living One
64. Al-Qayyum (القيوم) The Self-Existing One
65. Al-Wajid (الواجد) The Finder
66. Al-Majid (الماجد) The Glorious
67. Al-Wahid (الواحد) The One, The All Inclusive, The Indivisible
68. As-Samad (الصمد) The Satisfier of All Needs
69. Al-Qadir (القادر) The All Powerful
70. Al-Muqtadir (المقتدر) The Creator of All Power
71. Al-Muqaddim (المقدم) The Expediter
72. Al-Mu'akhkhir (المؤخر) The Delayer
73. Al-Awwal (الأول) The First
74. Al-Akhir (الأخر) The Last
75. Az-Zahir (الظاهر) The Manifest One
76. Al-Batin (الباطن) The Hidden One
77. Al-Wali (الوالي) The Protecting Friend
78. Al-Muta'ali (المتعالي) The Supreme One
79. Al-Barr (البر) The Doer of Good
80. At-Tawwab (التواب) Guide to Repentance
81. Al-Muntaqim (المنتقم) The Avenger
82. Al-'Afuww (العفو) The Forgiver
83. Ar-Ra'uf (الرؤوف) The Clement
84. Malik-al-Mulk (مالك الملك) The Owner of All
85. Dhu-al-Jalal wa-al-Ikramذو الجلال و الإكرام) ( The Lord of Majesty and Bounty
86. Al-Muqsit (المقسط) The Equitable One
87. Al-Jami' (الجامع) The Gatherer
88. Al-Ghani (الغنى) The Rich One
89. Al-Mughni (المغنى) The Enricher
90. Al-Mani'(المانع) The Preventer of Harm
91. Ad-Darr (الضار) The Creator of The Harmful
92. An-Nafi' (النافع) The Creator of Good
93. An-Nur (النور) The Light
94. Al-Hadi (الهادي) The Guide
95. Al-Badi (البديع) The Originator
96. Al-Baqi (الباقي) The Everlasting One
97. Al-Warith (الوارث) The Inheritor of All
98. Ar-Rashid (الرشيد) The Righteous Teacher
99. As-Sabur (الصبور) The Patient One
06:38
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1. Allah (الله) The Greatest Name
2. Ar-Rahman (الرحمن) The All-Compassionate
3. Ar-Rahim (الرحيم) The All-Merciful
4. Al-Malik (الملك) The Absolute Ruler
5. Al-Quddus (القدوس) The Pure One
6. As-Salam (السلام) The Source of Peace
7. Al-Mu'min (المؤمن) The Inspirer of Faith
8. Al-Muhaymin (المهيمن) The Guardian
9. Al-Aziz (العزيز) The Victorious
10. Al-Jabbar (الجبار) The Compeller
11. Al-Mutakabbir (المتكبر) The Greatest
12. Al-Khaliq (الخالق) The Creator
13. Al-Bari' (البارئ) The Maker of Order
14. Al-Musawwir (المصور) The Shaper of Beauty
15. Al-Ghaffar (الغفار) The Forgiving
16. Al-Qahhar (القهار) The Subduer
17. Al-Wahhab (الوهاب) The Giver of All
18. Ar-Razzaq (الرزاق) The Sustainer
19. Al-Fattah (الفتاح) The Opener
20. Al-`Alim (العليم) The Knower of All
21. Al-Qabid (القابض) The Constrictor
22. Al-Basit (الباسط) The Reliever
23. Al-Khafid (الخافض) The Abaser
24. Ar-Rafi (الرافع) The Exalter
25. Al-Mu'izz (المعز) The Bestower of Honors
26. Al-Mudhill (المذل) The Humiliator
27. As-Sami (السميع) The Hearer of All
28. Al-Basir (البصير) The Seer of All
29. Al-Hakam (الحكم) The Judge
30. Al-`Adl (العدل) The Just
31. Al-Latif (اللطيف) The Subtle One
32. Al-Khabir (الخبير) The All-Aware
33. Al-Halim (الحليم) The Forbearing
34. Al-Azim (العظيم) The Magnificent
35. Al-Ghafur (الغفور) The Forgiver and Hider of Faults
36. Ash-Shakur (الشكور) The Rewarder of Thankfulness
37. Al-Ali (العلى) The Highest
38. Al-Kabir (الكبير) The Greatest
39. Al-Hafiz (الحفيظ) The Preserver
40. Al-Muqit (المقيت) The Nourisher
41. Al-Hasib (الحسيب) The Accounter
42. Al-Jalil (الجليل) The Mighty
43. Al-Karim (الكريم) The Generous
44. Ar-Raqib (الرقيب) The Watchful One
45. Al-Mujib (المجيب) The Responder to Prayer
46. Al-Wasi (الواسع) The All-Comprehending
47. Al-Hakim (الحكيم) The Perfectly Wise
48. Al-Wadud (الودود) The Loving One
49. Al-Majid (المجيد) The Majestic One
50. Al-Ba'ith (الباعث) The Resurrector
51. Ash-Shahid (الشهيد) The Witness
52. Al-Haqq (الحق) The Truth
53. Al-Wakil (الوكيل) The Trustee
54. Al-Qawiyy (القوى) The Possessor of All Strength
55. Al-Matin (المتين) The Forceful One
56. Al-Waliyy (الولى) The Governor
57. Al-Hamid (الحميد) The Praised One
58. Al-Muhsi (المحصى) The Appraiser
59. Al-Mubdi' (المبدئ) The Originator
60. Al-Mu'id (المعيد) The Restorer
61. Al-Muhyi (المحيى) The Giver of Life
62. Al-Mumit (المميت) The Taker of Life
63. Al-Hayy (الحي) The Ever Living One
64. Al-Qayyum (القيوم) The Self-Existing One
65. Al-Wajid (الواجد) The Finder
66. Al-Majid (الماجد) The Glorious
67. Al-Wahid (الواحد) The One, The All Inclusive, The Indivisible
68. As-Samad (الصمد) The Satisfier of All Needs
69. Al-Qadir (القادر) The All Powerful
70. Al-Muqtadir (المقتدر) The Creator of All Power
71. Al-Muqaddim (المقدم) The Expediter
72. Al-Mu'akhkhir (المؤخر) The Delayer
73. Al-Awwal (الأول) The First
74. Al-Akhir (الأخر) The Last
75. Az-Zahir (الظاهر) The Manifest One
76. Al-Batin (الباطن) The Hidden One
77. Al-Wali (الوالي) The Protecting Friend
78. Al-Muta'ali (المتعالي) The Supreme One
79. Al-Barr (البر) The Doer of Good
80. At-Tawwab (التواب) Guide to Repentance
81. Al-Muntaqim (المنتقم) The Avenger
82. Al-'Afuww (العفو) The Forgiver
83. Ar-Ra'uf (الرؤوف) The Clement
84. Malik-al-Mulk (مالك الملك) The Owner of All
85. Dhu-al-Jalal wa-al-Ikramذو الجلال و الإكرام) ( The Lord of Majesty and Bounty
86. Al-Muqsit (المقسط) The Equitable One
87. Al-Jami' (الجامع) The Gatherer
88. Al-Ghani (الغنى) The Rich One
89. Al-Mughni (المغنى) The Enricher
90. Al-Mani'(المانع) The Preventer of Harm
91. Ad-Darr (الضار) The Creator of The Harmful
92. An-Nafi' (النافع) The Creator of Good
93. An-Nur (النور) The Light
94. Al-Hadi (الهادي) The Guide
95. Al-Badi (البديع) The Originator
96. Al-Baqi (الباقي) The Everlasting One
97. Al-Warith (الوارث) The Inheritor of All
98. Ar-Rashid (الرشيد) The Righteous Teacher
99. As-Sabur (الصبور) The Patient One
Saturday, 20 April 2013
A Muslim should maintain good relations with his relatives, but he should not unjustly favor them over others. Further, a Muslim must be good to his neighbors, no matter their religion. But the Prophet Muhammad (peace and blessings be upon him) taught us that a "neighbor" is not just the one next door but includes all those up to forty houses in all directions - effectively a whole neighborhood.
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A Muslim should maintain good relations with his relatives, but he should not unjustly favor them over others. Further, a Muslim must be good to his neighbors, no matter their religion. But the Prophet Muhammad (peace and blessings be upon him) taught us that a "neighbor" is not just the one next door but includes all those up to forty houses in all directions - effectively a whole neighborhood.
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Friday, 19 April 2013
Rehana looked up from her cup of tea, and shook her head disapprovingly.
“How do I look, Azhar?” Tasneem, her 20-year-old daughter was asking her brother, as she made her way to the breakfast table.
“Fat,” giggled 14-year-old Azhar, returning to his plate of sausages and eggs.
“Fat is exactly what you are going to be, if you keep stuffing your face like that,” Tasneem retorted, admiring herself in the Defy oven.
Clad in her tightest pair of fitted blue jeans, beige clogs, and a transparent white cropped top, which barely covered her chest, let alone her tummy, Rehana thought her daughter looked…
“Disgusting.” She bit back her anger and tried to sound calm.
Tasneem shot her mother a furious look. “Who asked YOU? Why can’t you just leave me alone?”
“Tasneem, you make it seem as if I’m picking on you. But I’m not. At the end of the day my advice is only for your own -”
“Yes, yes, for my own good – save the speech for someone else Mummy. As you might have noticed, it was lost on me yesterday and the day before and the day before, so just put a lid on it now will you?”
Rehana shook her head again, at a loss for words. She looked in her husband’s direction, pleadingly. But he sat at the table, cup of coffee in one hand, newspaper in the other, engrossed in the sports pages. Perhaps he’s pretending, she thought. Like me he’s probably fed up with the endless arguments.
“I’ll be late, have evening lectures, so don’t ring me twenty thousand times, nagging me.”
Her daughter’s angry voice interrupted her thoughts. “Oh, so you aren’t going to eat now?”
Rehana suddenly noticed that Tasneem was slinging her campus bag over her shoulder, and making her way to the door. She motioned at her to sit down.
“No thanks – I’ve lost my appetite.”
“Gooood Fatty’s lost her appetite, she’ll get thinner now, and there’ll be more food for me…” Azhar sang, as he grabbed Tasneem’s plate.
“Shut up you little brat.”
“Tasneem.” Thankfully, this time, Iqbal did intervene. “Don’t be rude to your brother, he’s just joking. And listen to your mother and sit down. Unless of course you want your car to be taken away from you for a while.”
“Okay, okay, I hear you.” Tasneem grudgingly put her bag down, and pulled a chair opposite her mother.
Rehana smiled at her daughter. “I don’t mean to push you into doing anything you don’t want to do Tasneem. I’m not asking you to cover your face or anything like that. In fact, lately I haven’t even asked you to cover your hair. With the way you’ve been dressing lately, I’d be happy if you just wore longer tops and looser trousers.”
Tasneem sighed. “Look Mummy, we only live once. You had your fun – I’m not stupid.
The whole family knows you and Daddy met at campus – and don’t tell me you were covering your hair then. So after having your fun, it’s very easy for you to sit back and preach to me.”
Tasneem, you are right, I only started covering my hair after you were born. And yes, I wasn’t a perfect Muslimah at campus – but don’t you see? I regret every minute of it, and that’s why I tried to encourage you to fear Allah from a tender age.”
“Fear of Allah is in the heart Mum. And you can’t judge what’s in my heart.”
Rehana nodded. “But at the same time, we have to project our fear of Allah on the outside too, Tasneem. And there’s a good reason we are instructed to dress modestly.
Believe me Tasneem, you do want a boy to marry you for your inner beauty not for your body.”
Tasneem laughed heartily. “Mummmm, relax. I don’t have a boyfriend, and the last thing I’m thinking of right now is marriage. I just want to have fun, okay? Love you…See you later.” And with a frivolous peck on Rehana’s cheek, she was gone. Rehana put her cup of tea down. Once again her daughter had totally missed the point.
Iqbal smiled at her encouragingly. “At least you tried, Ray.” He shook his head sadly. “I gave up ages ago.”
“Oh, I won’t give up. We shouldn’t ever give up.”
“Tazzzzz – wow girlfriend, you look fantastic…” Aaliyah greeted Tasneem at the top of her voice, as they made their way to the campus cafeteria.
Tasneem giggled with delight. “Awww thanks. You look pretty cool yourself,” she said examining her friend’s new hairdo.
“Yeah, you two look great. I stayed up all night, studying for the Ecos test, no time to dress up this morning. I feel quite left out,” moaned Ayesha, rummaging through her bag, frantically searching for her mobile phone, which was bleeping away, signalling the arrival of a host of SMS-es.
“Ooooo Tazzz, look there’s Osama, checking you out again,” Aaliyah shrieked as they seated themselves at a table.
“Aaliyah don’t!” Tasneem rolled her eyes up in disgust.
“Hello? Am I missing something here? What are you two on about?” Ayesha tugged at Tasneem’s top.
Tasneem motioned in the direction of the table alongside theirs’. A heavily-bearded student, clad in a crisp white kurtaa, sat there, his face buried in a book.
“Is his name really Osama?” Ayesha asked.
“No silly…Aaliyah just calls him that, cos he’s always dressed in that garb and doing the Jumu’ah khutbahs.”
“Really?” Ayesha asked, interested. “So what does he talk about?”
“Oooo looks like you have competition Taz. Hands off Ayesh. He wants Taz.”
“Come on guys, I’m serious. What does he talk about?”
Aaliyah cleared her throat and waved her hand up in the air dramatically. “The temporary nature of this life…the frivolity and deception of youth…blah blah blah.”
“Okay, I’m definitely not interested.
Hey Tasneem, is he really into you? Did he like ask you out or something?”
“No way. Look at him, does he look the type?”
“Lower your voices,” Ayesha said. “I’m sure he can hear us.”
“Who cares if he does? Serves him right if he does -giving us Muslims a bad name, dressing like that, and always looking at the ground when he’s walking, as if his head is paralysed or something,” Tasneem replied, deliberately craning her neck and raising her voice.
For a fleeting moment, ‘Osama’ did look up, but he quickly returned to his book.
Aaliyah sniggered. “Well said Taz…Maybe you should be giving the Jumu’ah khutbahs.”
“Hey there’s someone who would look right at home, giving a Jumu’ah khutbah,” laughed Tasneem, revelling in their daily early morning session of juicy gossip. She pointed in the direction of the entrance, where a pretty girl, clad in a long-sleeved dress, and a neatly-tied scarf, was standing.
“Who is that Daadi-ma?” laughed Aaliyah.
“Come on girls, you’re just jealous, she’s actually very pretty,” said Ayesha.
This time ‘Osama’ definitely heard them. He looked up at the entrance and waved, a smile lighting up his serious expression. “Apaa, over here,” he called.
“What a strange name – ‘Apaa’.”
“Tazz. It’s not her name. It’s Urdu for ‘Big sister,’” Ayesha explained.
“Oh.” Tasneem’s voice reflected her disappointment. “His sister? And here I was thinking that maybe he wasn’t such a goody-goody after all.” She looked at her watch, and hurriedly stood up, detangling her bag from the back of the chair. She grabbed Aaliyah’s arm. “Come on., .we’d better make it for the English lecture now, if we want to catch an afternoon movie.”
“Yeah, okay.” Aaliyah followed her out of the cafeteria.
“What did you tell your Mum anyway?” Tasneem grinned.
“What else? The usual – evening lectures.”
Tasneem looked up at the sky, as she reversed out of the parking bay, It was a typically beautiful Durban day – ideal for the beach. Perhaps she should ring Aaliyah and Ayesha and tell them to meet her at Addington instead she thought, as she made her way out of the campus parking lot. “Nah, I don’t have my costume any way…” she said to herself.
“Besides we’ve all been dying to watch this movie since it came out.” She turned on the radio, and smiled in delight as she recognised the familiar tune of Britney Spear’s latest hit, ‘Toxic’ She didn’t see him coming. There was a wave of white in front of her and a female screaming in the background as she slammed her foot on the breaks. It was too late.
“God, no,” Tasneem gasped, barely remembering to turn off the radio as she dragged herself out of the car. “Osama!” She was hysterical now, screaming incoherently and crying as she noticed the blood fast forming a puddle under him. “What have I done? No, no, no.” His sister was on the phone, trying to get medical assistance, her hand clutching her brother’s. “It’s my brother Sohail. We are on the main road outside Block B.”
Tasneem had seen someone die before. But looking at Sohail’s face, she realized that the death of that man, writhing and foaming after a drug overdose outside the night-club was very different to what she was witnessing now, Sohail’s face was serene, and he was smiling up at the sky.
“Sohail, I’m so s-orry,” she stammered. The smile didn’t leave his face.
“Love Allah Sister,” he said, in that same gentle tone which marked his khutbahs. And then without their assistance, he recited the Kalimah three times, and closed his eyes.
Tasneem looked up at his sister, afraid. “I’m so sorry,” she said.
“It wasn’t your fault, sister.” The tears finally came. “Sohail was in a rush to get to the mosque for ‘Asr, and he really wasn’t looking where he was going. I tried to pull him back, but-” She was sobbing now.
“It’s the Will of Allah Subhanuhu wa Ta’ala you know sister, but he was my little brother, and we were close.”
Tasneem shuddered as she thought of podgy little Azhar, and what she would do if someone knocked him down. One thing was for sure – the last thing she would be saying was that it was ‘the Will of Allah Subhanuhu wa Ta’ala.’ With a sick feeling in her stomach she recalled her nasty words of that very morning – to her mother, to Azhar…and worst of all – in the cafeteria: “…giving us Muslims a bad name, dressing like that, and always looking at the ground when he’s walking, as if his head is paralysed or something…”\
“I’m so sorry Sohail,” she whispered again. Suddenly she felt naked. She made an attempt at pulling her flimsy top down towards her stomach, but failed miserably. Sohail’s sister, still crying, reached into her bag, and handed her a long black cardigan. The sounds of sirens approaching, Tasneem wore it hurriedly, her fingers quivering as she did the buttons.
She felt empty inside – I am giving them a bad name, she thought – Mummy and Daddy and Azhar, and Sohail and his sister…and Islam.. .I am giving them a bad name…
Rehana stroked her daughter’s hair, in an attempt to soothe her. It was well past midnight, but Tasneem lay on her bed, her eyes wide open, still visibly shaken from the events of the day. Iqbal came into the room, with a mug of hot chocolate. He kissed Tasneem on the forehead as he handed the mug to Rehana.
“I think you should sleep with her tonight,” he said. “Is she okay?”
Rehana nodded. “She’s going to be just fine.” As she put her daughter off to sleep, Rehana thought of the many events which had shaped her own character, and she remembered with certainty that not all of them were pleasant and happy events
Yet it was these very events which had brought her to where she was today: to wearing the hijab, to enrolling for the Islamic studies course, to Allah.. .to Allah…
May Allah Bless that little boy, she thought. In a day, in one sentence, he had managed, effortlessly, to succeed where she and Iqbal had not.
That evening, when Tasneem had appeared at the door, clutching the arm of a policewoman, her body wrapped in a cardigan, a scarf tied tightly around her neck, she had uttered the words which made Rehana realize the mistake she and Iqbal had been making, which made her remember how she had hated learning Qur’an as a little girl, because her madrasah teacher would hit her if she didn’t know her sabaq
“Mummy, mummy, I’m so sorry,” Tasneem had been hysterical. Holding on to Rehana, she had sobbed into her shoulder.
“Mummy, I killed a Muslim boy. But it was beautiful. I was scared. But he told me something before he died Mummy, something nobody had ever said to me before.
He said – he said, “Love Allah Sister.”
07:48
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Rehana looked up from her cup of tea, and shook her head disapprovingly.
“How do I look, Azhar?” Tasneem, her 20-year-old daughter was asking her brother, as she made her way to the breakfast table.
“Fat,” giggled 14-year-old Azhar, returning to his plate of sausages and eggs.
“Fat is exactly what you are going to be, if you keep stuffing your face like that,” Tasneem retorted, admiring herself in the Defy oven.
Clad in her tightest pair of fitted blue jeans, beige clogs, and a transparent white cropped top, which barely covered her chest, let alone her tummy, Rehana thought her daughter looked…
“Disgusting.” She bit back her anger and tried to sound calm.
Tasneem shot her mother a furious look. “Who asked YOU? Why can’t you just leave me alone?”
“Tasneem, you make it seem as if I’m picking on you. But I’m not. At the end of the day my advice is only for your own -”
“Yes, yes, for my own good – save the speech for someone else Mummy. As you might have noticed, it was lost on me yesterday and the day before and the day before, so just put a lid on it now will you?”
Rehana shook her head again, at a loss for words. She looked in her husband’s direction, pleadingly. But he sat at the table, cup of coffee in one hand, newspaper in the other, engrossed in the sports pages. Perhaps he’s pretending, she thought. Like me he’s probably fed up with the endless arguments.
“I’ll be late, have evening lectures, so don’t ring me twenty thousand times, nagging me.”
Her daughter’s angry voice interrupted her thoughts. “Oh, so you aren’t going to eat now?”
Rehana suddenly noticed that Tasneem was slinging her campus bag over her shoulder, and making her way to the door. She motioned at her to sit down.
“No thanks – I’ve lost my appetite.”
“Gooood Fatty’s lost her appetite, she’ll get thinner now, and there’ll be more food for me…” Azhar sang, as he grabbed Tasneem’s plate.
“Shut up you little brat.”
“Tasneem.” Thankfully, this time, Iqbal did intervene. “Don’t be rude to your brother, he’s just joking. And listen to your mother and sit down. Unless of course you want your car to be taken away from you for a while.”
“Okay, okay, I hear you.” Tasneem grudgingly put her bag down, and pulled a chair opposite her mother.
Rehana smiled at her daughter. “I don’t mean to push you into doing anything you don’t want to do Tasneem. I’m not asking you to cover your face or anything like that. In fact, lately I haven’t even asked you to cover your hair. With the way you’ve been dressing lately, I’d be happy if you just wore longer tops and looser trousers.”
Tasneem sighed. “Look Mummy, we only live once. You had your fun – I’m not stupid.
The whole family knows you and Daddy met at campus – and don’t tell me you were covering your hair then. So after having your fun, it’s very easy for you to sit back and preach to me.”
Tasneem, you are right, I only started covering my hair after you were born. And yes, I wasn’t a perfect Muslimah at campus – but don’t you see? I regret every minute of it, and that’s why I tried to encourage you to fear Allah from a tender age.”
“Fear of Allah is in the heart Mum. And you can’t judge what’s in my heart.”
Rehana nodded. “But at the same time, we have to project our fear of Allah on the outside too, Tasneem. And there’s a good reason we are instructed to dress modestly.
Believe me Tasneem, you do want a boy to marry you for your inner beauty not for your body.”
Tasneem laughed heartily. “Mummmm, relax. I don’t have a boyfriend, and the last thing I’m thinking of right now is marriage. I just want to have fun, okay? Love you…See you later.” And with a frivolous peck on Rehana’s cheek, she was gone. Rehana put her cup of tea down. Once again her daughter had totally missed the point.
Iqbal smiled at her encouragingly. “At least you tried, Ray.” He shook his head sadly. “I gave up ages ago.”
“Oh, I won’t give up. We shouldn’t ever give up.”
“Tazzzzz – wow girlfriend, you look fantastic…” Aaliyah greeted Tasneem at the top of her voice, as they made their way to the campus cafeteria.
Tasneem giggled with delight. “Awww thanks. You look pretty cool yourself,” she said examining her friend’s new hairdo.
“Yeah, you two look great. I stayed up all night, studying for the Ecos test, no time to dress up this morning. I feel quite left out,” moaned Ayesha, rummaging through her bag, frantically searching for her mobile phone, which was bleeping away, signalling the arrival of a host of SMS-es.
“Ooooo Tazzz, look there’s Osama, checking you out again,” Aaliyah shrieked as they seated themselves at a table.
“Aaliyah don’t!” Tasneem rolled her eyes up in disgust.
“Hello? Am I missing something here? What are you two on about?” Ayesha tugged at Tasneem’s top.
Tasneem motioned in the direction of the table alongside theirs’. A heavily-bearded student, clad in a crisp white kurtaa, sat there, his face buried in a book.
“Is his name really Osama?” Ayesha asked.
“No silly…Aaliyah just calls him that, cos he’s always dressed in that garb and doing the Jumu’ah khutbahs.”
“Really?” Ayesha asked, interested. “So what does he talk about?”
“Oooo looks like you have competition Taz. Hands off Ayesh. He wants Taz.”
“Come on guys, I’m serious. What does he talk about?”
Aaliyah cleared her throat and waved her hand up in the air dramatically. “The temporary nature of this life…the frivolity and deception of youth…blah blah blah.”
“Okay, I’m definitely not interested.
Hey Tasneem, is he really into you? Did he like ask you out or something?”
“No way. Look at him, does he look the type?”
“Lower your voices,” Ayesha said. “I’m sure he can hear us.”
“Who cares if he does? Serves him right if he does -giving us Muslims a bad name, dressing like that, and always looking at the ground when he’s walking, as if his head is paralysed or something,” Tasneem replied, deliberately craning her neck and raising her voice.
For a fleeting moment, ‘Osama’ did look up, but he quickly returned to his book.
Aaliyah sniggered. “Well said Taz…Maybe you should be giving the Jumu’ah khutbahs.”
“Hey there’s someone who would look right at home, giving a Jumu’ah khutbah,” laughed Tasneem, revelling in their daily early morning session of juicy gossip. She pointed in the direction of the entrance, where a pretty girl, clad in a long-sleeved dress, and a neatly-tied scarf, was standing.
“Who is that Daadi-ma?” laughed Aaliyah.
“Come on girls, you’re just jealous, she’s actually very pretty,” said Ayesha.
This time ‘Osama’ definitely heard them. He looked up at the entrance and waved, a smile lighting up his serious expression. “Apaa, over here,” he called.
“What a strange name – ‘Apaa’.”
“Tazz. It’s not her name. It’s Urdu for ‘Big sister,’” Ayesha explained.
“Oh.” Tasneem’s voice reflected her disappointment. “His sister? And here I was thinking that maybe he wasn’t such a goody-goody after all.” She looked at her watch, and hurriedly stood up, detangling her bag from the back of the chair. She grabbed Aaliyah’s arm. “Come on., .we’d better make it for the English lecture now, if we want to catch an afternoon movie.”
“Yeah, okay.” Aaliyah followed her out of the cafeteria.
“What did you tell your Mum anyway?” Tasneem grinned.
“What else? The usual – evening lectures.”
Tasneem looked up at the sky, as she reversed out of the parking bay, It was a typically beautiful Durban day – ideal for the beach. Perhaps she should ring Aaliyah and Ayesha and tell them to meet her at Addington instead she thought, as she made her way out of the campus parking lot. “Nah, I don’t have my costume any way…” she said to herself.
“Besides we’ve all been dying to watch this movie since it came out.” She turned on the radio, and smiled in delight as she recognised the familiar tune of Britney Spear’s latest hit, ‘Toxic’ She didn’t see him coming. There was a wave of white in front of her and a female screaming in the background as she slammed her foot on the breaks. It was too late.
“God, no,” Tasneem gasped, barely remembering to turn off the radio as she dragged herself out of the car. “Osama!” She was hysterical now, screaming incoherently and crying as she noticed the blood fast forming a puddle under him. “What have I done? No, no, no.” His sister was on the phone, trying to get medical assistance, her hand clutching her brother’s. “It’s my brother Sohail. We are on the main road outside Block B.”
Tasneem had seen someone die before. But looking at Sohail’s face, she realized that the death of that man, writhing and foaming after a drug overdose outside the night-club was very different to what she was witnessing now, Sohail’s face was serene, and he was smiling up at the sky.
“Sohail, I’m so s-orry,” she stammered. The smile didn’t leave his face.
“Love Allah Sister,” he said, in that same gentle tone which marked his khutbahs. And then without their assistance, he recited the Kalimah three times, and closed his eyes.
Tasneem looked up at his sister, afraid. “I’m so sorry,” she said.
“It wasn’t your fault, sister.” The tears finally came. “Sohail was in a rush to get to the mosque for ‘Asr, and he really wasn’t looking where he was going. I tried to pull him back, but-” She was sobbing now.
“It’s the Will of Allah Subhanuhu wa Ta’ala you know sister, but he was my little brother, and we were close.”
Tasneem shuddered as she thought of podgy little Azhar, and what she would do if someone knocked him down. One thing was for sure – the last thing she would be saying was that it was ‘the Will of Allah Subhanuhu wa Ta’ala.’ With a sick feeling in her stomach she recalled her nasty words of that very morning – to her mother, to Azhar…and worst of all – in the cafeteria: “…giving us Muslims a bad name, dressing like that, and always looking at the ground when he’s walking, as if his head is paralysed or something…”\
“I’m so sorry Sohail,” she whispered again. Suddenly she felt naked. She made an attempt at pulling her flimsy top down towards her stomach, but failed miserably. Sohail’s sister, still crying, reached into her bag, and handed her a long black cardigan. The sounds of sirens approaching, Tasneem wore it hurriedly, her fingers quivering as she did the buttons.
She felt empty inside – I am giving them a bad name, she thought – Mummy and Daddy and Azhar, and Sohail and his sister…and Islam.. .I am giving them a bad name…
Rehana stroked her daughter’s hair, in an attempt to soothe her. It was well past midnight, but Tasneem lay on her bed, her eyes wide open, still visibly shaken from the events of the day. Iqbal came into the room, with a mug of hot chocolate. He kissed Tasneem on the forehead as he handed the mug to Rehana.
“I think you should sleep with her tonight,” he said. “Is she okay?”
Rehana nodded. “She’s going to be just fine.” As she put her daughter off to sleep, Rehana thought of the many events which had shaped her own character, and she remembered with certainty that not all of them were pleasant and happy events
Yet it was these very events which had brought her to where she was today: to wearing the hijab, to enrolling for the Islamic studies course, to Allah.. .to Allah…
May Allah Bless that little boy, she thought. In a day, in one sentence, he had managed, effortlessly, to succeed where she and Iqbal had not.
That evening, when Tasneem had appeared at the door, clutching the arm of a policewoman, her body wrapped in a cardigan, a scarf tied tightly around her neck, she had uttered the words which made Rehana realize the mistake she and Iqbal had been making, which made her remember how she had hated learning Qur’an as a little girl, because her madrasah teacher would hit her if she didn’t know her sabaq
“Mummy, mummy, I’m so sorry,” Tasneem had been hysterical. Holding on to Rehana, she had sobbed into her shoulder.
“Mummy, I killed a Muslim boy. But it was beautiful. I was scared. But he told me something before he died Mummy, something nobody had ever said to me before.
He said – he said, “Love Allah Sister.”
Wednesday, 17 April 2013
Sometimes when you can't trust people with your life,
All you need to do is just trust Allah with His judgement.
Every scene of your life that plays out has a Witness Who is the Judge Himself.
So don't doubt that any crime will go without justice.
People who are out to harm you are harming themselves.
It's just that they don't realize it, Yet.
It is only Allah who controls the Universe and both good and bad are His decree.
The significant element that should always be kept in mind is the omnipotence of Allah (swt).
Therefore our actions and the material resources available to us do not guarantee the outcome of any of our undertakings. For example our material and physical strength may deceive us into believing that victory in a battlefield is inevitable
. The truth is that our strength or weakness has no bearing on the outcome of the battle, and it is only by the will of Allah that we become victorious or get defeated by the enemy. It was this firm belief that lead a handful of Muslims during and after the time of the Prophet (saw) to fight so valiantly against a formidable enemy over and over again.
One may ask, why then do we strive to accomplish any task if we cannot influence its outcome? The answer is rather simple. The actions that we take fall into three categories:They are either obligated upon us by Allah (swt), recommended by Him or we are simply allowed to do them. The obligatory actions are taken because Allah (swt) has ordered them as compulsory. The recommended actions are taken to be rewarded in addition to the rewards we get upon accomplishing the fard. In both of these cases we seek to please Allah (swt), Actions falling under the third category are taken to achieve certain objectives we anticipate to fulfil. However, the certainty of accomplishing those objectives is not under our control. Therefore the cause of initiating any action is not whether we control its outcome. It is the anticipated goal we aim to achieve.
This brings us to an important misconception amongst the Muslims where some of the associate effort with having trust in Allah (swt). For example, it is a popular notion that earning provides rizq and Tawakkul in Allah (swt) should come after one has made a sincere effort to earn a living. Some of the Muslims who hold such a view often present the following Hadith in their defence:
A man came to the Prophet (saw) and said, “I will not tie my camel and trust in Allah” The Prophet (saw) said, ‘Tie it and trust in Allah.’
This Hadith does not indicate any prerequisite for trusting Allah (swt). It does not, therefore suggest that somehow there is a link between people tying the camel (an action) and putting ones trust in Allah (swt). However, the Hadith conveys an important lesson to all of us: That while trust in Allah (swt) is absolute being independent of what we do it is our responsibility to act on what we intended to accomplish. In this case tying the camel was a right thing to do if the person feared that the camel would run away. Therefore he should have taken the precaution regardless of his trust in Allah (swt). Tying the camel does not take away from his trust in Allah (swt), irrespective of our efforts and the circumstances surrounding us.
This belief should help us to this life according to the commands of Allah (swt) even if we face hardships in doing so. Disappointment, hopelessness should not daunt us because we have put our trust in Allah (swt), our Creator and the only Sustainer. Many Muslims indulge in the prohibited actions arguing that it is the only alternative; otherwise they would face
disastrous consequences. Avid example is giving riba when buying a house on a mortgage. They regard owning a house as a necessity and we are willing to sacrifice Islam in doing so.
They fail to realise that it is only Allah (swt) who provides security for them and their off springs and they need only to put their absolute trust in Him.
Unfortunately the materialistic thought that we have acquired from the Kuffar who depend on material gains for their very survival, has drastically influenced our view towards this life as well… we take pride in our wealth and what we do, and have displaced the trust in Allah (swt) by relying solely on material possessions. May Allah (swt) restore only trust in Him for only then can we truly succeed
08:28
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Sometimes when you can't trust people with your life,
All you need to do is just trust Allah with His judgement.
Every scene of your life that plays out has a Witness Who is the Judge Himself.
So don't doubt that any crime will go without justice.
People who are out to harm you are harming themselves.
It's just that they don't realize it, Yet.
It is only Allah who controls the Universe and both good and bad are His decree.
The significant element that should always be kept in mind is the omnipotence of Allah (swt).
Therefore our actions and the material resources available to us do not guarantee the outcome of any of our undertakings. For example our material and physical strength may deceive us into believing that victory in a battlefield is inevitable
. The truth is that our strength or weakness has no bearing on the outcome of the battle, and it is only by the will of Allah that we become victorious or get defeated by the enemy. It was this firm belief that lead a handful of Muslims during and after the time of the Prophet (saw) to fight so valiantly against a formidable enemy over and over again.
One may ask, why then do we strive to accomplish any task if we cannot influence its outcome? The answer is rather simple. The actions that we take fall into three categories:They are either obligated upon us by Allah (swt), recommended by Him or we are simply allowed to do them. The obligatory actions are taken because Allah (swt) has ordered them as compulsory. The recommended actions are taken to be rewarded in addition to the rewards we get upon accomplishing the fard. In both of these cases we seek to please Allah (swt), Actions falling under the third category are taken to achieve certain objectives we anticipate to fulfil. However, the certainty of accomplishing those objectives is not under our control. Therefore the cause of initiating any action is not whether we control its outcome. It is the anticipated goal we aim to achieve.
This brings us to an important misconception amongst the Muslims where some of the associate effort with having trust in Allah (swt). For example, it is a popular notion that earning provides rizq and Tawakkul in Allah (swt) should come after one has made a sincere effort to earn a living. Some of the Muslims who hold such a view often present the following Hadith in their defence:
A man came to the Prophet (saw) and said, “I will not tie my camel and trust in Allah” The Prophet (saw) said, ‘Tie it and trust in Allah.’
This Hadith does not indicate any prerequisite for trusting Allah (swt). It does not, therefore suggest that somehow there is a link between people tying the camel (an action) and putting ones trust in Allah (swt). However, the Hadith conveys an important lesson to all of us: That while trust in Allah (swt) is absolute being independent of what we do it is our responsibility to act on what we intended to accomplish. In this case tying the camel was a right thing to do if the person feared that the camel would run away. Therefore he should have taken the precaution regardless of his trust in Allah (swt). Tying the camel does not take away from his trust in Allah (swt), irrespective of our efforts and the circumstances surrounding us.
This belief should help us to this life according to the commands of Allah (swt) even if we face hardships in doing so. Disappointment, hopelessness should not daunt us because we have put our trust in Allah (swt), our Creator and the only Sustainer. Many Muslims indulge in the prohibited actions arguing that it is the only alternative; otherwise they would face
disastrous consequences. Avid example is giving riba when buying a house on a mortgage. They regard owning a house as a necessity and we are willing to sacrifice Islam in doing so.
They fail to realise that it is only Allah (swt) who provides security for them and their off springs and they need only to put their absolute trust in Him.
Unfortunately the materialistic thought that we have acquired from the Kuffar who depend on material gains for their very survival, has drastically influenced our view towards this life as well… we take pride in our wealth and what we do, and have displaced the trust in Allah (swt) by relying solely on material possessions. May Allah (swt) restore only trust in Him for only then can we truly succeed
When you speak to Allah, don’t be embarrassed to tell Him anything. The most beautiful thing is that He Knows what you are about to tell Him and yet He still listens. (‘Aa’id al-Qarni)
Beautify your Patiencs With Silence,Supplication And Tears
"Allah does not impose a duty but to the extent of its ability; for it
is (the benefit of) what is has earned and upon it (the evil of) what it
has wrought: Our Lord! Do not punish us if we forget or make a mistake;
Our Lord! Do not lay on us a burden as Thou did lay on those before us,
Our Lord do not impose upon us that which we have not the strength to
bear; and pardon us and grant us protection and have mercy on us, You
are our Patron, so help us against the unbelieving people."
Al-Baqarah, 2:286
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Allah knows that you are worried about the future.
- Allah knows that you are struggling with your studies.
Allah knows that your family is giving you a hard time.
Allah knows that your friends are upsetting you.
Allah knows of your monetary problems.
Allah knows everything that you are going through.
And Allah knows the answer to all of your problems.
08:14
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When you speak to Allah, don’t be embarrassed to tell Him anything. The most beautiful thing is that He Knows what you are about to tell Him and yet He still listens. (‘Aa’id al-Qarni)
Beautify your Patiencs With Silence,Supplication And Tears
"Allah does not impose a duty but to the extent of its ability; for it
is (the benefit of) what is has earned and upon it (the evil of) what it
has wrought: Our Lord! Do not punish us if we forget or make a mistake;
Our Lord! Do not lay on us a burden as Thou did lay on those before us,
Our Lord do not impose upon us that which we have not the strength to
bear; and pardon us and grant us protection and have mercy on us, You
are our Patron, so help us against the unbelieving people."
Al-Baqarah, 2:286
.
Allah knows that you are worried about the future.
- Allah knows that you are struggling with your studies.
Allah knows that your family is giving you a hard time.
Allah knows that your friends are upsetting you.
Allah knows of your monetary problems.
Allah knows everything that you are going through.
And Allah knows the answer to all of your problems.
Monday, 15 April 2013
Humans are social creatures by nature; they're always in need of
friends and companions. Most of our lives depend on interaction with
others. Strong individuals are the core of a strong community, something
that Muslims should always strive for.
We all know that Allah (SWT)
the Most High has brought us to life in order to test us. Thus we are
here for a relatively short period of time and that we shall meet Allah
(SWT) one Day, so we need to use our present life for what is best for
us in the hereafter. Once we know our purpose and our goal in life, we
should seek ways to achieve them so as to benefit our own selves.
In an authentic Hadith, Prophet Mohammad (pbuh) said: "Man is influenced by the faith of his friends. Therefore, be careful of whom you associate with."
Prophet Mohammad (pbuh) who has the most noble character and dealings with fellow humans gave us a very clear and simple message and advice in regard to friendship.
How should we choose our friends? We should choose the friend that believes and abide by our religion (Islam) and gives great respect to what Allah (SWT) and Prophet Mohammad (pbuh) has ordered us. And we should stay away from that who is not well mannered and gives no attention to what Islam is about or what pleases or displeases Allah (SWT), for he will surely affect us negatively. There is no good in the companion drowns us in sins and displeasing Allah (SWT)
In an authentic Hadith, Prophet Mohammad (pbuh) said: "Man is influenced by the faith of his friends. Therefore, be careful of whom you associate with."
Prophet Mohammad (pbuh) who has the most noble character and dealings with fellow humans gave us a very clear and simple message and advice in regard to friendship.
How should we choose our friends? We should choose the friend that believes and abide by our religion (Islam) and gives great respect to what Allah (SWT) and Prophet Mohammad (pbuh) has ordered us. And we should stay away from that who is not well mannered and gives no attention to what Islam is about or what pleases or displeases Allah (SWT), for he will surely affect us negatively. There is no good in the companion drowns us in sins and displeasing Allah (SWT)
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10:41
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Humans are social creatures by nature; they're always in need of
friends and companions. Most of our lives depend on interaction with
others. Strong individuals are the core of a strong community, something
that Muslims should always strive for.
We all know that Allah (SWT)
the Most High has brought us to life in order to test us. Thus we are
here for a relatively short period of time and that we shall meet Allah
(SWT) one Day, so we need to use our present life for what is best for
us in the hereafter. Once we know our purpose and our goal in life, we
should seek ways to achieve them so as to benefit our own selves.
In an authentic Hadith, Prophet Mohammad (pbuh) said: "Man is influenced by the faith of his friends. Therefore, be careful of whom you associate with."
Prophet Mohammad (pbuh) who has the most noble character and dealings with fellow humans gave us a very clear and simple message and advice in regard to friendship.
How should we choose our friends? We should choose the friend that believes and abide by our religion (Islam) and gives great respect to what Allah (SWT) and Prophet Mohammad (pbuh) has ordered us. And we should stay away from that who is not well mannered and gives no attention to what Islam is about or what pleases or displeases Allah (SWT), for he will surely affect us negatively. There is no good in the companion drowns us in sins and displeasing Allah (SWT)
In an authentic Hadith, Prophet Mohammad (pbuh) said: "Man is influenced by the faith of his friends. Therefore, be careful of whom you associate with."
Prophet Mohammad (pbuh) who has the most noble character and dealings with fellow humans gave us a very clear and simple message and advice in regard to friendship.
How should we choose our friends? We should choose the friend that believes and abide by our religion (Islam) and gives great respect to what Allah (SWT) and Prophet Mohammad (pbuh) has ordered us. And we should stay away from that who is not well mannered and gives no attention to what Islam is about or what pleases or displeases Allah (SWT), for he will surely affect us negatively. There is no good in the companion drowns us in sins and displeasing Allah (SWT)
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Saturday, 13 April 2013
Bismillahirrahmanirraheem
NAMAZ E FAJR KI SUNNAT AUR FARZ:
SAWAAL:
Namaz-e-Fajar ke 2 sunnat hain aor 2 Faraz hain, ya bhi Hadis say Sabit nahi, ya bhi Fiqah ka masla hai aor Ghair Mukalid iss mislay mai ek terhan say Fiqah ke takleed kartay hain !!
JAWAAB:
Agar kisi k naseeb may hadayet likhi hai to Inshaallah tumhara ye sawaal aur iss par mera jawab dekh kar Allah Ose Zaroor Hadayet deGa Inshallah…
Fajar k 2 Farz bhii hadees se Sabit hen aur 2 sunnaten bhi ye lo zara parho…
“Jis Ne Din Aur Raat May 12 Rakaat Adaa keen Os k Liye Jannat may ghar bana dia jaye ga, 4 rakaat Zuhur se Pahle aur 2 rakaat Zuhur k baad, 2 Rakaat Maghrib k Baad, 2 rakaat ishaa k baad aur 2 rakaat Fajar se Pahle”
(See Sahi Muslim Hadith Number 728)
Fajar ki 2 sunateen dunya aur mafiha se bahtar hen
(sahimuslim kitab ul salah)
also see
bukhari 154
muslim 259
muslim257
bukhari135 etc
Aur Rahi baat Fajar K 2 Faraiz ki to hadees ki koi kitaab aisy nahi jis say fajar k 2 faraiz sabit na hoon,tum kisi bhi hadees ki kitaab ka Kitab-ul-Salat khul kar check kar lo…
Isi Liye Ham kehte hen k MUQALID jahil hota hy, use deen ka itna hi pata hota hy jitna os k imam ne use sikhaya hota hy…….
07:02
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Bismillahirrahmanirraheem
NAMAZ E FAJR KI SUNNAT AUR FARZ:
SAWAAL:
Namaz-e-Fajar ke 2 sunnat hain aor 2 Faraz hain, ya bhi Hadis say Sabit nahi, ya bhi Fiqah ka masla hai aor Ghair Mukalid iss mislay mai ek terhan say Fiqah ke takleed kartay hain !!
JAWAAB:
Agar kisi k naseeb may hadayet likhi hai to Inshaallah tumhara ye sawaal aur iss par mera jawab dekh kar Allah Ose Zaroor Hadayet deGa Inshallah…
Fajar k 2 Farz bhii hadees se Sabit hen aur 2 sunnaten bhi ye lo zara parho…
“Jis Ne Din Aur Raat May 12 Rakaat Adaa keen Os k Liye Jannat may ghar bana dia jaye ga, 4 rakaat Zuhur se Pahle aur 2 rakaat Zuhur k baad, 2 Rakaat Maghrib k Baad, 2 rakaat ishaa k baad aur 2 rakaat Fajar se Pahle”
(See Sahi Muslim Hadith Number 728)
Fajar ki 2 sunateen dunya aur mafiha se bahtar hen
(sahimuslim kitab ul salah)
also see
bukhari 154
muslim 259
muslim257
bukhari135 etc
Aur Rahi baat Fajar K 2 Faraiz ki to hadees ki koi kitaab aisy nahi jis say fajar k 2 faraiz sabit na hoon,tum kisi bhi hadees ki kitaab ka Kitab-ul-Salat khul kar check kar lo…
Isi Liye Ham kehte hen k MUQALID jahil hota hy, use deen ka itna hi pata hota hy jitna os k imam ne use sikhaya hota hy…….
A
little boy came up to his mother in the kitchen one evening while she
was fixing supper, and handed her a piece of paper that he had been
writing on. After his Mom dried her hands on an apron, she read it, and
this is what it said:
For cutting the grass: $5.00
For cleaning up my room this week: $1.00
For going to the store for you: $.50
Baby-sitting my kid brother while you went shopping: $.25
Taking out the garbage: $1.00
For getting a good report card: $5.00
For cleaning up and raking the yard: $2.00
Total owed: $14.75
Well, his mother looked at him standing there, and the boy could see
the memories flashing through her mind. She picked up the pen, turned
over the paper he’d written on, and this is what she wrote:
For the nine months I carried you while you were growing inside me:
No Charge
For all the nights that I’ve sat up with you, doctored and prayed for you:
No Charge
For all the trying times, and all the tears that you’ve caused through the years:
No Charge
For all the nights that were filled with dread, and for the worries I knew were ahead:
No Charge
For the toys, food, clothes, and even wiping your nose:
No Charge
Son, when you add it up, the cost of my love is:
No Charge.
When the boy finished reading what his mother had written, there were
big tears in his eyes, and he looked straight at his mother and said,
“Mom, I sure do love you.” And then he took the pen and in great big
letters he wrote: “PAID IN FULL”.
Lessons:
You will never know your parents worth till you become a parent
Be a giver not an acquirer, especially with your parents. there is a lot to give, besides money.
BECAUSE MONEY IS THE WORST WAY OF MEASURING HAPPINESS…♥
A
little boy came up to his mother in the kitchen one evening while she
was fixing supper, and handed her a piece of paper that he had been
writing on. After his Mom dried her hands on an apron, she read it, and
this is what it said:
For cutting the grass: $5.00
For cleaning up my room this week: $1.00
For going to the store for you: $.50
Baby-sitting my kid brother while you went shopping: $.25
Taking out the garbage: $1.00
For getting a good report card: $5.00
For cleaning up and raking the yard: $2.00
Total owed: $14.75
Well, his mother looked at him standing there, and the boy could see the memories flashing through her mind. She picked up the pen, turned over the paper he’d written on, and this is what she wrote:
For the nine months I carried you while you were growing inside me:
No Charge
For all the nights that I’ve sat up with you, doctored and prayed for you:
No Charge
For all the trying times, and all the tears that you’ve caused through the years:
No Charge
For all the nights that were filled with dread, and for the worries I knew were ahead:
No Charge
For the toys, food, clothes, and even wiping your nose:
No Charge
Son, when you add it up, the cost of my love is:
No Charge.
When the boy finished reading what his mother had written, there were big tears in his eyes, and he looked straight at his mother and said, “Mom, I sure do love you.” And then he took the pen and in great big letters he wrote: “PAID IN FULL”.
Lessons:
You will never know your parents worth till you become a parent
Be a giver not an acquirer, especially with your parents. there is a lot to give, besides money.
BECAUSE MONEY IS THE WORST WAY OF MEASURING HAPPINESS…♥
For cutting the grass: $5.00
For cleaning up my room this week: $1.00
For going to the store for you: $.50
Baby-sitting my kid brother while you went shopping: $.25
Taking out the garbage: $1.00
For getting a good report card: $5.00
For cleaning up and raking the yard: $2.00
Total owed: $14.75
Well, his mother looked at him standing there, and the boy could see the memories flashing through her mind. She picked up the pen, turned over the paper he’d written on, and this is what she wrote:
For the nine months I carried you while you were growing inside me:
No Charge
For all the nights that I’ve sat up with you, doctored and prayed for you:
No Charge
For all the trying times, and all the tears that you’ve caused through the years:
No Charge
For all the nights that were filled with dread, and for the worries I knew were ahead:
No Charge
For the toys, food, clothes, and even wiping your nose:
No Charge
Son, when you add it up, the cost of my love is:
No Charge.
When the boy finished reading what his mother had written, there were big tears in his eyes, and he looked straight at his mother and said, “Mom, I sure do love you.” And then he took the pen and in great big letters he wrote: “PAID IN FULL”.
Lessons:
You will never know your parents worth till you become a parent
Be a giver not an acquirer, especially with your parents. there is a lot to give, besides money.
BECAUSE MONEY IS THE WORST WAY OF MEASURING HAPPINESS…♥
SUBHALLAH !!!
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little boy came up to his mother in the kitchen one evening while she
was fixing supper, and handed her a piece of paper that he had been
writing on. After his Mom dried her hands on an apron, she read it, and
this is what it said:
For cutting the grass: $5.00
For cleaning up my room this week: $1.00
For going to the store for you: $.50
Baby-sitting my kid brother while you went shopping: $.25
Taking out the garbage: $1.00
For getting a good report card: $5.00
For cleaning up and raking the yard: $2.00
Total owed: $14.75
Well, his mother looked at him standing there, and the boy could see
the memories flashing through her mind. She picked up the pen, turned
over the paper he’d written on, and this is what she wrote:
For the nine months I carried you while you were growing inside me:
No Charge
For all the nights that I’ve sat up with you, doctored and prayed for you:
No Charge
For all the trying times, and all the tears that you’ve caused through the years:
No Charge
For all the nights that were filled with dread, and for the worries I knew were ahead:
No Charge
For the toys, food, clothes, and even wiping your nose:
No Charge
Son, when you add it up, the cost of my love is:
No Charge.
When the boy finished reading what his mother had written, there were
big tears in his eyes, and he looked straight at his mother and said,
“Mom, I sure do love you.” And then he took the pen and in great big
letters he wrote: “PAID IN FULL”.
Lessons:
You will never know your parents worth till you become a parent
Be a giver not an acquirer, especially with your parents. there is a lot to give, besides money.
BECAUSE MONEY IS THE WORST WAY OF MEASURING HAPPINESS…♥
A
little boy came up to his mother in the kitchen one evening while she
was fixing supper, and handed her a piece of paper that he had been
writing on. After his Mom dried her hands on an apron, she read it, and
this is what it said:
For cutting the grass: $5.00
For cleaning up my room this week: $1.00
For going to the store for you: $.50
Baby-sitting my kid brother while you went shopping: $.25
Taking out the garbage: $1.00
For getting a good report card: $5.00
For cleaning up and raking the yard: $2.00
Total owed: $14.75
Well, his mother looked at him standing there, and the boy could see the memories flashing through her mind. She picked up the pen, turned over the paper he’d written on, and this is what she wrote:
For the nine months I carried you while you were growing inside me:
No Charge
For all the nights that I’ve sat up with you, doctored and prayed for you:
No Charge
For all the trying times, and all the tears that you’ve caused through the years:
No Charge
For all the nights that were filled with dread, and for the worries I knew were ahead:
No Charge
For the toys, food, clothes, and even wiping your nose:
No Charge
Son, when you add it up, the cost of my love is:
No Charge.
When the boy finished reading what his mother had written, there were big tears in his eyes, and he looked straight at his mother and said, “Mom, I sure do love you.” And then he took the pen and in great big letters he wrote: “PAID IN FULL”.
Lessons:
You will never know your parents worth till you become a parent
Be a giver not an acquirer, especially with your parents. there is a lot to give, besides money.
BECAUSE MONEY IS THE WORST WAY OF MEASURING HAPPINESS…♥
For cutting the grass: $5.00
For cleaning up my room this week: $1.00
For going to the store for you: $.50
Baby-sitting my kid brother while you went shopping: $.25
Taking out the garbage: $1.00
For getting a good report card: $5.00
For cleaning up and raking the yard: $2.00
Total owed: $14.75
Well, his mother looked at him standing there, and the boy could see the memories flashing through her mind. She picked up the pen, turned over the paper he’d written on, and this is what she wrote:
For the nine months I carried you while you were growing inside me:
No Charge
For all the nights that I’ve sat up with you, doctored and prayed for you:
No Charge
For all the trying times, and all the tears that you’ve caused through the years:
No Charge
For all the nights that were filled with dread, and for the worries I knew were ahead:
No Charge
For the toys, food, clothes, and even wiping your nose:
No Charge
Son, when you add it up, the cost of my love is:
No Charge.
When the boy finished reading what his mother had written, there were big tears in his eyes, and he looked straight at his mother and said, “Mom, I sure do love you.” And then he took the pen and in great big letters he wrote: “PAID IN FULL”.
Lessons:
You will never know your parents worth till you become a parent
Be a giver not an acquirer, especially with your parents. there is a lot to give, besides money.
BECAUSE MONEY IS THE WORST WAY OF MEASURING HAPPINESS…♥
SUBHALLAH !!!
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