Monday, August 11, 2008

The Fountain of Al-Kawthar

Everyone knows Surah Kauther, after all it's like the shortest Surah in the Quran, so like I'm POSITIVE everyone knows it. We probably even recite it every single day in our Salah because its SOO easy. I know I do :D (but yeah, it's better to recite the long ones in Salah), nevertheless, we don't realize the deep and beautiful meaning of this Surah. It's so amazingly short, yet so amazingly BEAUTIFUL.

And does anyone know how it was revealed? Well, one day the prophet was sleeping and he woke up with a HUGE smile on his face and so his companions enquired as to why he was smiling so much and he told them that a Surah had just been revealed to him... And he recited Surah Al Kawthar.

Hmm... and do we know what Al Kawthar is though? Right, it's a river from Jannah... but have we realized that it's not like the rivers of ths duniya? Have we realized the beauty of Al Kauther?

"Verily, it is a river that my Lord, the Mighty and Majestic, has proised me and it hs abundant goodness. It is a pond where my Ummah will be brought to on the Day of Judgement. Its containers are as numerous as the stars in the sky. Then a servant of Allah from among them will be prevented from it and I will say: "Rabbi! Verily, he is from my Ummah." Then He (Allah) will say: "Verily, you do not know what he introduced (or innovated after you."

"I entered Jannah and I came o a river whose banks had tents made of pearls. So I thrust my hand into its flowing water and found that it was the strongest of Musk. So I asked, "Ya Jibril! What is this?" He replied, " This is Al Kawthar which Allah, the Mighty and Majestic has given you."

On the Day of Judgement, the believers will get to drink out of Al Kawthar, and no just that, they'll be able to drink to drink it from the Prophet's hands! Just imagine how lucky those people are, that get to drink Al Kawther from the Prophet's blessed hands!! May Allah make us one of them!

Saturday, July 5, 2008

Struggling To Survive

The sound of the explosion in the distance brought her back to the world. Another day. Another bomb. Another cry for freedom. Another wave of agony. Dread was what surrounded her world. No hope, no sign of freedom. Caged in their own land is what you could call the situation of the Iraqi people. She clamped her hands over her ears and squeezed her eyes shut, as if to block out all the frightening roars around her.
She wanted to run away from here forever. She wanted to free herself from the reigns of violence overtaking her land. If only she could pass the border surrounded by American tanks. If only… their life revolved around these three words. If only that could happen, if only that could happen. Their “if only” never became a reality.

“Maryam?” My mother called from inside the house, if you could call the torn down building a HOUSE. “What are you doing outside, get inside! Yahyah is coming in an hour to meet you!”
Yahyah. My living hope. All my fear melted when I was around him. He was everything to me, as I lost everything I had. My love, my best friend, my husband… The only person I could relate to on a mental level. And despite being such a nice man, he was defiantly the most handsome man alive. Who cared about David Beckham or Brad Pitt when you had a man more handsome than them by your side, that too, for life?
“Maryam Khala! He’s here, he’s here!” My three year old niece jumped around me in circles of excitement.
“Where?” I asked impatiently.
“There! By the door! He just came in, don’t show him your ugly face yet!” she giggled. I shot her a look of anger. “I’m joking Maryam Khala! You look like a moon in the sky!” She ran away giggling her head off. I blushed. Wonder where the girl learned such romantic similes from? I turned my head towards the main door to see Yahyah come in. My heart took a leap and missed a heartbeat. I had missed him so much in the past month! Seeing his face brought a wave of relief to my heart. I ran to greet him.
He smiled at me, with a longing look in his eyes. I smiled back at him. He had a beautiful smile, full of radiance. It would make me forget all my sorrows and fill my heart with happiness. I sat across him on the floor as my sister helped lay out the food on the mat. He motioned me to sit next to him. I shook my head, embarrassed.
“Maryam! He’s been away for a month, sit next to him!” My mother laughed at my childishness. I went and sat next to him, maintaining my distance as everyone was in the room. He pulled me close to him, his hands on my waist. His lips brushed my ear.
“Missed me? It’s evident in your eyes,” he whispered.
“You’re not going back, are you?” I looked in his eyes with hope.
“I have to, but not for a whole month! I’m all yours for the month, sweetie!”
“I love you Yahyah!” I yelled, hugging him around the waist, not caring about anyone around me. I saw my mother smile, tears rolling down her cheeks. These women! They were so sentimental, crying for every little thing. I reasoned that it might have reminded her of my father, who had passed away seven months ago. I pulled away from the hug and saw Yahyah smiling. He wiped the tear which had just made its way through my eyes.
“I told you-” he was interrupted by my mother.
“You two love birds! Eat and then go talk outside!”

He held my hand as we walked into the once lush gardens of our house. It had been completely demolished due to the excessive bombing in their area.
“Maryam, I’m not going anywhere for the whole month, so relax! I’m with you, ok?” He reassured me. Something told me it was too good to be true.
“Can’t you just say with me forever? You don’t know how much I miss you when you’re gone! I’m so scared Yahyah! What if something happens to you? You know I can’t live without you!” I started crying, imagining his friends delivering his bloody wounded body to our doorstep.
“You don’t know how much I miss you when I have to go out into the heat and fight!” He took hold of my sobbing body.
Yahyah was a soldier. He fought to save his land from intruders. He fought to defend his land. I never understood why our land was being taken from us? How could we let it happen? As much as America claimed that they were trying to make our country a better place to live, they just made it WORSE! Worse, they killed our fathers and brothers! The once clean streets of Baghdad were crumbled to dust. Everyone lived in fear, afraid to take a step out of their home. Innocent women and children were killed. Poverty was taking over the land. Every day we’d hear about deaths of people we once knew. Everyday a bomb exploded near our home… Every day we cried with fear as the earth shook beneath our feet.
“Maryam, let’s enjoy ourselves for this month. Don’t let the sound of explosions take away your happiness. Let’s go… Hmm you know what? That green dress would go so well with your honey colored hair and green eyes! C’mon! Let me buy it for you,” he said, delightedly. He grabbed my and ran towards the shop.
“Yahyah, the dress is too expensive!” I said, checking the price tag.
“Uff, Maryam! I can’t even buy you a dress? My gift for staying away from you for so long.”
His smile melted my heard and no matter how stubborn I tried to be, he insisted on buying it, for the stupid reason that I would look stunningly beautiful in it. I had no choice but to give in.
“Fineee!” I scowled. He laughed looking at the lines on my face.
“Let’s go get sweets. You seem to have become sour over the past month. A little bit of sweets might help,” he winked at her.
“Yahyah!” He selected a variety of baklava topped with nuts and honey. He forced one into my mouth. “It’s too sweet!” I said, pushing it away. Being deprived of the sweetness’s in life, I could not handle the sweetness of the honey.
“Good!” He pushed another one into my mouth. It barely made its way through my throat, but I ate them because they were full of his love. He laughed seeing my creased face. He looked so handsome when he’d laugh; I had to give him a hug. If it wasn’t for him, my life would be like a black and white film…

“YAHYAH! It’s raining!” She took my hand and pulled me out into the open atmosphere. “Can you believe it? After such a long time…” She jumped up and down, splashing mud everywhere.
“Maryam! Your new dress is getting dirty,” I tried pulling her back into the shelter, but she pulled me right back into the gracious rain. The large gray cloud towered over us, the rain shielding us from the dreadful reality of the world. She swirled with me in the rain. I was drenched in water, watching her with delight on my face. Ah! She was the most beautiful woman ever. Her honey colored hair darkened as the water splashed over it. Her green eyes lightened with happiness, and her lush pink cheeks… oh, how I wish I could kiss them right there and then. The green dress I bought her was so suitable with her features. She pulled me towards her, our bodies producing more heat than the sun. Clinging on to my neck, she dug her face in my chest. We forgot about the sorrows of the world, and wrapped our arms around each other, never willing to let go.

“Mama! I’m hungry!” I said, bouncing up the steps, hand in hand with Yahyah. My mother appeared at the door way, looking bewildered at my condition. I looked down at myself. My new dress was drenched in water. “Uh oh…” I could sense another storm coming my way, but was surprised when Mama just looked at me with a saddened expression.
“Mama, what happened?” Yahyah asked.
“There is no food in the house…” Mama said. Yahyah and I exchanged helpless glances. He motioned his eyes to my dress. I understood right away.
“Umm… Mama, I have a little money. I’ll go buy some bread and hummus. In a minute… Um, Maryam, why don’t you go change?” He said, between his teeth. I sighed, but obeyed. The dress was as beautiful as anything, but they didn’t have anything to eat. She felt guilty eating baklava when her mother and sister didn’t her any.

I strolled along the wet, muddy street, the packet of food in my hand. She had not said a single word ever since we had left the house.
“Maryam, say something. It kills me when I don’t hear your voice around me,” I pleaded.
She looked at the ground, kicking pebbles. “I’ll be leaving you soon,” she said, monotonously. I gripped her by the shoulders. The bag of food fell down from my hands.
“WHAT ARE YOU SAYING? I can’t live without you! Why do you wanna leave me?!”
A bomb exploded in the distance.
“Oh. So you think they’re gonna kill you?” I pointed to the American tank a few 200 feet away. She nodded, looking like a frightened child. I pulled her into my arms. “Relax baby,” I soothed her, patting her head. “They can’t do anything to you,” I tried reassuring her, even though I wasn’t so sure myself.
Before I knew it, there was another explosion, barely a few feet away from us. The pressure of the grenade knocked us off our feet. She fell over me as we hit the ground. I wrapped my arms securely around her waist.
“I told you! I told you! They’re coming to kill me!” She sobbed desperately.

Yells and shouting could be heard far away. Gunshots blared, causing my ears to go deaf for a minute. Clinging onto my only lifeline I panicked as the deafening explosion blew the earth into the sky... the black soot and dust covered everything around us. Blindly hiding in his chest for cover, a piercing pain hit my spine, watching the red liquid mix with the black soot of the soil of my land; I stared in horror into the eyes of him... my body stiffened, almost as if I was paralyzed. I felt my nerve ripping apart, my flesh tearing away. I felt my soul leaving my body. I felt his helpless gaze on me. I felt him shaking my almost lifeless corpse. I gasped as the poison of the bullet mixed with my blood. The sound of his sweet voice yelling my name slowly faded.
“I told you… I was leaving. Take care of Mama and don’t miss me. I’ll be happy there. We’ll meet in Jannah, Inshallah... pray for me, Yahyah… and tell Mama I love her and to forgive me if I ever hurt her, and give Aisha a big kiss from me… and…don’t…let…them…” I tried lifting my fingers to the tank. “don’t let them do it… don’t… fight for our right…” with that, my soul departed, leaving a body made of clay to mix and rot with the earth. I saw Yahyah closing my eyes, clutching my motionless body, weeping violently over it… kissing it as it if it would come back to life with his touch. The rain washed the blood of my body… mixing it with the soul… the soil of my country, where we struggled to survive.

Thursday, June 26, 2008

She Ate Her Sister's Flesh

She slit open her sister’s throat as the blood seeped out in puddles. With her long nails, she cut her stomach open, allowing the insides to protrude. She took hold of her sister’s heart, gnawing on it, scratching it… She grabbed the freshly slashed flesh, putting it to her lips; she licked the blood, enjoying its sweet flavor. She savored the taste of the meat in her mouth, as if it was candy. She ripped her sister’s arms and limbs, chewing on her bones. Her sister’s body lay there, torn from limb to limb… blood leaking from every vein in the body… She had eaten the flesh of her dead sister, as a result of BACKBITING about her.

Wednesday, June 25, 2008

I Asked Allah...

This isn't an orignal piece, but I thought it was beautiful... All credits due to the orignal writer, whoever it may be...

I asked Allah to take away my pride.
Allah said, "No... It is not for me to take away, but for you to give it up."

I asked allah to make my handicapped child whole.
Allah said, "No... Her spirit was whole, her body was only temporary."

I asked Allah to grant me patience.
Allah said, "No... Patience is a by product of tribulations, it isn't granted, it is earned."

I asked llah to give m happiness.
Allah said, "No... I give you blessings, happiness is up to you."

I asked Allah to spare me pain.
Allah said, "No... Suffering draws you apart from worldly cares and brings you closer to me."

I asked Allah to make my spirit grow.
Allah said, "No.. You must grow on your own, but I will prune you to make you fruitful."

I asked for all the things that I might enjoy life.
Allah said, "No... I will give you life so that you may enjoy all things."

I asked Allah to help me love others, as much as He loves me.
Allah said... "Ahhhhh! Finally you have the idea!"


What if Allah couldn't take the time to help us today
Because we couldn't take the time to thank Him yesterday?

What if Allah decided to stop leading us tomorrow
Because we didn't follow Him today?

What if we never saw another flower bloom
Because we grumbled when Allah sent the rain?

What if Allah did't walk with us today
Because we failed to recognize it as His day?

What if Allah tok away His message
Because we failed to listen to the mssenger?

What if Allah stopped loving and carig for us
Because we failed to love and care for others?

What if Allah would not hear us today
Because we would not listen to Him yesterday?

What if Allah answered our prayers the way we answer His call to service?

What if Allah me our needs the way we give Him our lives?

What if we failed to send this message on?

Tuesday, June 3, 2008

Keeping it Clean

Have you ever stood to pray, in a perfect state of mind at a Masjid, just after an Emaan rushing lecture, when you realize that the person beside you has the most awful stench? Or have you ever visited someone’s house, only to realize that you would not feel comfortable drinking a glass of water? These experiences leave you wondering; don’t these people understand the level of importance that cleanliness has in Islam?

Abu Malik at-Ash'ari reported: “The Messenger of Allah (peace and blessings of Allah be upon him) said: “cleanliness is half of faith…” (1)

So how then can Muslim people claiming to follow the Sunnah of the Prophet (pbuh) not care about keeping their surroundings clean? A lot of them don’t even care about cleaning the Masjid, the House of Allah! The stories you hear and the stories I can tell are quite disturbing. For one rather grotesque story, just last Ramadan one lady decided that potty training for her one year old had to take place at this time at this place. Apparently, the kid wasn’t wearing diapers, so when he did number two, it dripped out of his pants onto the floor in the Masjid. We were praying taraweeh in one of the last ten nights! And of course no one could concentrate because the kid was walking up and down in front of us, and the diaper drippings were landing where we were supposed to make Sujood. The even more unbelievable part was that the mother didn’t bother cleaning anything up. All she did was pick the kid up after the current two rakahs was over and left. Obviously no one volunteered to clean it up, so I cleaned what I could reach between the people and left the rest. That’s just one example of extremely un-hygienic behavior, which is even more so shameful considering that the person was a Muslim and that all this happened in a MASJID!

Since we’re talking about cleanliness, we might as well mention personal hygiene. One factor is the issue of growing your nails. It is well known that a lot of Muslim women grow their nails, but don’t really pay much attention to the face that this is well against the Sunnah of the Prophet (pbuh), and there are many Hadiths to prove it.

Abu Huraira reported: “The Messenger of Allah (pbuh) said: “Five are the acts of Fitrah (purity)… [among them are] clipping the nails [at least once] every 40 days.” (2)

A’isha reported: “The Messenger of Allah (pbuh) said “Ten are the acts according to the Fitrah… [among them are] clipping the nails…”
(3)

So it is clear through the Sunnah that keeping the nails cut is a very important part of personal hygiene. How you could you eat with such terribly long nails?!

As for other things, simply taking a shower and smelling good is very important. As I said earlier, some people simply smell horrible when you stand next to them to pray, and letting them know isn’t as easy as being like, “Umm hello…brother (or sister) you really stink,” as manners is also a very important part of Islam, and embarrassing people has also been spoken against by the Prophet (pbuh). It’s bad enough being the person next to the person who doesn’t smell good, but how do you think the person who smells feels? Not a single living person can tell me that if they don’t shower for a day or two that they don’t FEEL wrong. At least, not any of the people I know. Take me for example, I went camping the other day and where we went there were no showers. I had never felt so un-clean in all my life. When I finally came home, the first thing I did was take a cold refreshing shower and put all my clothing that I had taken with me to wash along with the bag I had taken. I really and truly don’t understand how people could stand to have their clothes smelling and then (at least act) like they don’t notice and don’t care. The Prophet (pbuh) was the neatest, cleanest man that has ever lived. His hair was always neat, his clothes always clean, his beard kept neat, and he always smelled good. How then could Muslim people, who are supposed to be using Prophet Muhammad (pbuh) as an example have themselves smelling so horribly and not care.

Oh, but don’t spend so much time in the bathroom or shower, wasting water! And as we all know, there are jinns and shayateen in there as well, they are watching you, so be as fast as you can. And don’t forget to recite your dua’s before entering the bathroom as well!

There’s more to keeping clean than showering and clipping your nails, though. Regularly removing the hair from the underarms is an extremely important part of cleanliness. It sure is an embaressing subject though…

Overall, Muslims should honestly start keeping themselves and their surroundings clean. Just always remember the Prophet (pbuh)’s words: cleanliness is half of faith. Don’t take half of your faith so lightly! Those words should be enough; you should not need any reminding.


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(1) Abu Malik at-Ash'ari reported: The Messenger of Allah (may peace be upon him) said: cleanliness is half of faith and al-Hamdu Liliah (Praise be to Allah) fills the scale, and Subhan Allah (Glory be to Allah) and al-Hamdu Liliah (Praise be to Allah) fill up what is between the heavens and the earth, and prayer is a light, and charity is proof (of one's faith) and endurance is a brightness and the Holy Qur'an is a proof on your behalf or against you. All men go out early in the morning and sell themselves, thereby setting themselves free or destroying themselves. (Book #002, Hadith #0432)

(2) Abu Huraira reported: Five are the acts of Fitrah: circumcision, removing the pubes, clipping the moustache, cutting the nails, plucking the hair under the armpits, none of which should be neglected for more than 40 nights. (Book #002, Hadith #0496)


(3) 'A'isha reported: the Messenger of Allah (may peace be upon him) said: Ten are the acts according to Fitrah: clipping the moustache, letting the beard grow, using the tooth-stick, snuffing water in the nose, cutting the nails, washing the finger joints, plucking the hair under the armpits, shaving the pubes and cleaning one's private parts with water. The narrator said: I have forgotten the tenth, but it may have been rinsing the mouth. (Book #002, Hadith #0502)


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Saturday, May 31, 2008

Letter From A Hungry Soul

Tarnished and deprived, you're left me, not even acknowledging my presence... So hungry I am, yet you don't feed me. You don't care about me. You deprive me of my nourishment, of my supplements, of my vitamins. Day by day, you grow fatter, feeding your materialistic body, which is made of clay and will be buried with the mud and filth in the ground. As you grow old, you try to beautify your body with cosmetic surgeries and venomous make up. You try to find eternal happiness, that too with material wealth.

You have demurred my presence. You have ripped me into shreds with your evil and ignominious ways. I am now damaged beyond repair. You wonder why you take anti depressants everyday, why you can't fall asleep without your sleeping pills... Why do you need PILLS to make yourself HAPPY? These pills make my condition worse.

You cannot see anyone in happiness... you burn with jealousy if someone has something you don't have. You love to compete and defeat everyone else; thinking your expensive Infiniti or Iphone will give you respect and honor.

I cry out to you, in a language unknown to you, because you are too ignorant. Your mind cannot comprehend my pleading cries. You cannot understand my profound language. It is ineffable... You wonder why you feel so depressed at times. You wonder what the nagging feeling is... The cry in your mind, the nettling yells. Why can you not understand me? Why can you not give me what I desire? Why are you after acquiring the desires of your body and flesh?

Your ears and eyes are the doors to your heart, the heart, the door to me... You fill me with the filthy words you hear, the rotten and nasty songs which are comprised of disgusting lyrics... You fill your MIND with vile thoughts and imagery from television! It gives your eyes momentary pleasure, but in the long term, demolishes my vision.

You are a sybarite. All you want is material wealth... You want the new car you see on a TV commercial, even if you can't afford it, even if you have to drown yourself in debt for it. You want that new I-pod even though you already have a working one... Think about it for a second, does it really give your heart happiness? Does it really put your mind to rest? Your closet is full of clothes, yet you still complain, acting as if you have NOTHING to wear. You don't even think back a second and thank Allah for everything he's given you, NO, you keep on complaining, you cannot live a day without saying something foul.

You don't even dare to touch the Quran, as if it will burn your fingers. You parry religious lectures, people, and the masjid; shrugging them off as prosaic. You neglect Allah... It gives me more pain, because His remembrance in your heart is my food... His praise is my supplement... His ibadaat is my nutrition... You neglect me and yourself, as I am a part of you, from my rights, my haaq...