Never again will I…..


 

 

 

 

 

I was waiting at the airport one night,   With several long hours before my flight.   I hunted for a book in the airport shop,   Bought a bag of cookies and found a place to drop.

I was engrossed in my book, but happened to see,

A hijab clad lady beside me, as bold as could be,   Grabbed a cookie or two from the bag between,   Which I tried to ignore to avoid a scene

I read, munched cookies, and watched the clock,

This gustly “Muslim cookie thief” diminished my stock   I was getting more irritated as the minutes ticked by,

If I wasn’t so nice, I’d blacken this terrorist eye!

With each cookie I took, the terrorist took one too.   When only one was left, I wondered what she’d do.   with a smile on crook’s face and a nervous laugh,   The thief took the last cookie and broke it in half.

She offered me half, and she ate the other.

I snatched it from the thief and thought, “Oh sister”,   This thief has some nerve, and she’s also so rude,   Why, she didn’t even show any gratitude!”

I had never known when I had been so galled,   And sighed with relief when my flight was called.   I gathered my belongings and headed for the gate,   Refusing to look at the “thieving Muslim terrorist ingrate”.

I boarded the plane and sank in my seat,   Then sought my book, which was almost complete.   As I reached in my baggage, I gasped with surprise.   There were my bag of cookies in front of her eyes!

“If mine are here,” I moaned with despair.   “Then the others were hers and she tried to share!”   Too late to apologize, I realized with grief,   Never again will I call any Muslim a “terrorist or a thief”!!!!

 

Ramadhaan


Author Unknown

Welcome to Ramadhaan, the month of mercy.
Sit yourself calm and witness the beauty.

Feel the pure breeze under the shade of palm trees,
Forgiveness – even if sins stretch seven seas.

The month of reflecting on the life we’ve spent
And how it healed after every dent.

The time to realize your true objective
And to live Islam fully and not selective.

The time to appreciate the food and drink.
To unite rich and poor and provide the link.

The month of the struggle to grasp your soul,
For the next eleven months, in full control.

This is the time when the gates of hell are shut.
The devil is locked up and his work is cut.

The doors of mercy are opened up wide
And Allah’s blessings are always on your side

This is the month when the Qur’an was revealed,
The last revelation – the door had been sealed.

A true guidance for the whole of mankind,
No better words elsewhere will we ever find.

This is the month in which falls the Night of Power,
‘Better than a thousand months’, the blessings shower.

The angels descend on us so that they may see
The faces of believers in tranquility.

Don’t ignore this Ramadhaan; it could be your last.
Strive to obtain Allah’s pleasure and hold your fast.

Tomorrow could be your final day, be prepared.
Seize today by the neck and have no chance spared.

The Secret to True Beauty….


The Secret to True Beauty….

By Ummi Ammarah


Strange how much effort is put into improving our looks. Through cosmetic products..skin fairness creams for those with dark skin and tanning creams for those with fair skin. Blue eyes for those with brown and hazel eyes for those with green eyes. Hair straightening for those with curly hair and perms for those with straight hair…and the list goes on.

We are never satisfied with the way we have been moulded by Allah Ta’ala. The effort and search for the ultimate external transformation continues…yet the effort of improving what we have ability to change, our inner beauty i.e. our character and how we conduct ourselves with fellow humans seldom feature in our lives.

The Beloved Messenger of Allah (pbuh) is reported to have said: Among the heaviest deeds in weight on the day Qiyaamat will be good character. (Hadith: Tirmidhi)

Tragically so called “super models” that appear on the covers of glossy magazines have caused great harm to our society by making us focus too much on our exterior self and totally ignore our interior self.

Companions of the Messenger of Allah (pbuh) all of them, whether it was dark skin Bilaal or red skin Suhaib Rumi. Whether it was rich Uthmaan or poor Ammaar, whether it was stern and tall Umar or soft Abu Bakr (may Allah be pleased with all of them) everyone of them made effort and devoted much time to building their Imaan and akhlaaq (character).

The Messenger of Allah (pbuh) said that “Indeed the most perfect believer in faith is one who has the best manners and is kindest to his family.”(Hadith-Tirmidhi)

The Messenger of Allah (pbuh) also said” Undoubtedly amongst you, the most beloved and nearest to me on the Day of Resurrection, will be those having the most excellent conduct.”

It is not that we have to ignore our external self. Beauty and cleanliness is important as Allah is beautiful and loves beauty. But our emphasis must not be on developing only the external self, but more time, energy and resources should be spent in developing our Imaan and character. This will be a source of happiness in this world and more important will lead to eternal happiness when we stand before Allah Ta’ala on the day of Qiyamah.

The Beloved Messenger of Allah Ta’ala (pbuh) has taught us the following dua (prayer): Allahumma anta hassanta khalqi fa hassin khuluqi.” Oh Allah! You have beautified my appearance so beautify my character as well.”

My Hijab


I dwelled in wilderness

I swam in a dark sea

I treaded with a blindfold

And got entangled

But I found a rescuer

That gave me dignity

It shielded me from harassment

It protected me from assault

It gave me pride and modesty

I reclaimed my honour

It earned me integrity

And placed me in a class

Only the faithful appreciate belonging

A rare garment

A unique one at that

My Hijab my pride!

They say am old fashioned

They call me a Ninja

They say am uncivilized

They go this is barbaric

I can’t imagine myself in that thing

But I smile with assurance

For that thing is my insurance

And am glad to include it in my dress code

I shun condemnation

And rebuff rebuke

I remain undaunted

I walk with so much conviction

With no iota of doubt

Cos am on the right course

My Hijab my companion

My Hijab, my pride!

 

Lift the Veil


Lift The Veil

Lift the Veil ! They say, “Oh poor girl you’re so beautiful you know ! It’s a shame that you, cover-up your beauty so ! ” She just smiles so graciously, responds reassuringly: “This beauty that I have is just a simple part of me.

This body that I have, no stranger has a right to see. These long clothes and shawl I wear, ensure my modesty, Faith is more essential than fashion, Wouldn’t you agree ?

” This hijab – This mark of piety ! Is an act of faith, the symbol, for all the world to see ! A simple cloth, to preserve her dignity !

So lift the veil from your heart, to see the heart of purity ! They tell her girl: “Don’t you know this is the west and you are free ! You don’t need to be oppressed, ashamed of your femininity !

” She just shakes her head and she speaks so assuredly: “See the billboards and the magazines, the lines in the checkout aisles; with their phoney painted faces, and their engrossed smiles.

With their sheer clothes and low-cut gowns they are really not for me ! You call it freedom – And I call it anarchy ! ”

And This hijab – This mark of piety Is an act of faith, the symbol, for all the world to see !

A simple cloth, to preserve her dignity ! So lift the veil from your heart, to see the heart of purity !

A simple cloth, to preserve her dignity ! So lift the veil from your heart, to see the heart of purity ! So lift the veil from your heart and seek the heart of purity !