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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.”

I am a Muslim woman


by Jenn Zaghloul

I am a Muslim woman
Feel free to ask me why
When I walk,
I walk with dignity
When I speak
I do not lie

I am a Muslim woman
Not all of me you’ll see
But what you should appreciate
Is that the choice I make is free

I’m not plagued with depression
I’m neither cheated nor abused
I don’t envy other women
And I’m certainly not confused

Note, I speak perfect English
Et un petit peu de Francais aussi
I’m majoring in Linguistics
So you need not speak slowly

I run my own small business
Every cent I earn is mine
I drive my Chevy to school & work
And no, that’s not a crime!

You often stare as I walk by
You don’t understand my veil
But peace and power I have found
As I am equal to any male!

I am a Muslim woman
So please don’t pity me
For God has guided me to truth
And now I’m finally free!

Muhammad (pbuh)


Muhammad was the greatest personality anyone has ever seen

The most honest, just and loving human being

He had the most beautiful, bright shiny smile

And the most highest ranking profile

No one could beat him in eloquence

Yet the mushrikeen said he was a bad influence

Everything he did was not for fame

But it was to help save us from the eternal flame

His humour was also great

Like when he told the old lady she won’t enter through Jannahs gate

In Jaahiliyyah they would all in him place their trust

But when he came with the truth, they threw on him dust

His habeebatain were Aa’isha and Abu Bakr

Amoung his sahaabahs expedition was there Al-Ambar

He had given Khalid bin al-Waleed the title of Sayfullah

And his beloved uncle Hamzah was known as Asadullah

At Taa’if he had to endure such pain

But he made dua to Allah that through its progeny the Ummah should gain

At the Battle of Mu’tah was his cousin Ja’far slain

This too caused him a lot of pain

His sword was the Zulfiqaar

And he told us to seek forgiveness from Allah al-Ghaffaar

He prayed sincerely night and day

Just so that humanity may come on to the right way

In the Quraan he is known as an-Natheer

This was amoung the titles given to him by As-Samee’ul Baseer

His last illness proved to be severe

He knew he would not make it another year

While on his deathbed his cry was ‘Ummati Ummati’

Knowing all the while that he was sinless, still he prayed to his Rabb, ‘Ighfirlee’ (forgive me)

Allahumma Salli wa Sallim ala Nabiyyil Ummi

Khairun Naasi min Arabiyyin wa Ajami

The Red Heart…


By Abdurrahman Umar

It could have been the splash of red or the overabundance of hearts or the young man in a designer jeans that caught his eye, but Sheikh Hamaad stopped under the bold “Valentine’s day Specials” banner, set his shopping basket on the floor and watched the young man battling to select an appropriate gift from the heaps of hearts, teddy bears and chocolates. Like a busy humming bird he flitted from shelf to shelf struggling to choose.

Sheikh Hamaad approached him as he stood scratching his head, “Asalaamu Alaikum, young man, seems like you’re battling to make a choice.”

“Eish, Moulana, this is more difficult than I thought. And lucky I only have to choose for two of them,” he said, picking up another heart decorated teddy bear, examining the price and putting down with disappointment.

“For your sisters?” Sheikh asked, feigning innocence.

“Naah, just friends, you know how it is. You have to do these things” came the prompt reply.

Sheikh Hamaad remained silent and fixed his gentle gaze on the young man, something more than the loud Billabong T-shirt and hipster jeans told him that this young man had more than a spark of intelligence.

“Tell me, how many Valentine’s gifts do your sisters receive?”

“Hey, hey…. Moulana my sisters are not like that. They don’t do this boyfriend thing. My sisters…they are pure,” exclaimed the young man an angry frown crossing his face. “Just let the guy try and send my sisters one flower and I’ll make him eat it. You don’t know me!”

“Oh,” said Sheikh Hamaad without any apology, “And your mother, how many Valentine’s gifts does she get?”

The young man took a step back and glared at Sheikh Hamaad, “La howla wa….” his words swallowed by his anger, “how can you even say such things about my mother? My mother, she doesn’t do this stuff. She is like an angel. She is pure. How can you say this?”

Sheikh paused, waiting for the silence to absorb the boy’s anger, then said, tauntingly, “So they don’t receive any Valentine’s gifts or have boyfriend’s at all.”

“I told you, Moulana, my family is pure and they don’t do this junk stuff.”

Knowing the moment was right Sheikh but forward his reasoning, “So you really don’t like your sisters receiving these gifts or having boyfriends.”

“No ways,” came the emphatic reply, “not on my life”

“Then don’t you think,” Sheikh ventured, “that other people would also not like their sisters, mothers or aunts to receive such gifts. Just as you would like your sisters to remain pure, they would also like their sisters to be pure?”

The young man dropped his head and shifted his feet nervously, “You have a point, Moulana. Didn’t ever think of it like that. I don’t want to say…but you are right. I shouldn’t be polluting other people’s family if I don’t like my family to be polluted. This is all quite wrong isn’t it?”

“Yes, it’s quite wrong,” without a hint of reprimand in his voice, “this is not our way.”

“But,” he asked, trying to conceal his embarrassment, “It’s not like we doing anything serious. I mean it’s only a gift. Not like we doing something physical…so it should be ok, no?”

Without disturbing his calmness, Sheikh Hamaad replied, “Do you like to go fishing?”

“Now you talking my language. Not a Sunday, not one, that we not by the dam,” he replied his hands waving with excitement, “We sit the whole day me and my buddies. First we prime the place with milie bombs. Just so the fish know we there. And they come, Moulana. They come for the bait. The whole lot, man….carpe, bass, barbell, you name it. But what’s that go to do with buying gifts.”

“When Shaytaan wants to trap someone,” Sheikh replied serenely, “he first puts some bait. Innocent stuff like gifts, the odd sms, just a hello and then when the time is right ….he will strike and how you say…you fall hook, line and sinker. Then he’s got you and it’s not long before he reels you in. So it starts with just a little bait. Just like the little gift that seems so innocent – it’s the bait.”

The young man beamed with this new found revelation and couldn’t wait to ask, “You are so right! And you have an amazing way of getting a point across Moulana, you didn’t just lecture me but you showed me how it is wrong. Thanks a mil. You must have learnt from a great teacher?”

“No doubt, I learnt from the best of all teachers,” Sheikh answered, “In fact, the best of all mankind…The Noblest Messenger of Allah- Rasulallah sallahu alaihi wa salam”

For more info on Valentine’s Day: https://muslimahsa.wordpress.com/2012/01/30/valentines-day/

Valentine’s Day


                                            The Ummah is Bleeding,can We be Celebrating???
 Roses are Red, Violets are Blue
 
Roses are Red, Violets are Blue
 
 …Valentines Day is definitely not for YOU!!!
 
  “And whoever seeks a religion[a way of life] other than Islam, it will never be accepted of him, and in the Hereafter he will be one of the losers” [Quran-Aal ‘Imraan 3:85]
 
The Messenger of Allah (peace and blessings of Allah be upon him) told us that groups of his ummah would follow the enemies of Allah in some of their rituals and customs. The Prophet (peace and blessings of Allah be upon him) said: “You will certainly follow the ways of those who came before you, span by span, cubit by cubit, until even if they were to enter a lizard’s hole, you would follow them.” We said, “O Messenger of Allah(pbuh), (do you mean) the Jews and Christians?” He said, “Who else? !” (Hadith-al-Bukhaari )
 
The Prophet (peace and blessings of Allah be upon him) said: “Whoever imitates a people is one of them.” (narrated by Ahmad)
 
History: Who was Valentine? Why is this day observed? Valentine’s Day began as a pagan ritual started by Romans in the 4th century BCE to celebrate “Feast of the Wolf” on February 15, also known as the Feast of Lupercalius to honor the god Lupercus.The main attraction of this ritual was a lottery held to distribute young women to young men for “entertainment & pleasure”-until the next year’s lottery. Christianity tried, without success, to stop the evil celebration of Lupercalia. The only success it had was in changing the name from Lupercalia to St. Valentine’s Day. It was done in CE 496 by Pope Gelasius, in honor of some Saint Valentine. There are as many as 50 different Valentines in Christian legends.
 
How can anyone in the Ummah really enjoy this Haraam Occasion when there is so much brutality and suffering going on in the world today. The rivers of blood flow freely from the veins of our brothers and sisters from across the Muslim world. Celebrating unislamic occassions like Valentines Day , New year, Christmas and shouting the names of musical heroes and watching Bollywood  & Hollywood Movies drown out the screams coming from the dungeons of Uzbekistan where brothers and sisters are boiled alive in vats of water. How many will take out valuable time and spend it for the upliftment of Islam? How many will sacrifice for our kin in Gaza , Kashmir, Afghanistan, Chechnya, Palestine, and Iraq? There are many more killing fields as well across the Asian and Arab world. Will you climb on theatre chairs and express your rage over Guantanamo Bay and other gulags where our brothers and sisters are being tortured, raped, sodomized, beaten, and burned? Or will you just switch off and enjoy with the Kuffar in celebrating this evil custom?            
 
Oh,Muslims,wake up! The Ummah is not bleeding; it is haemorrhaging. 
 
Anas Bin Malik (ra) said; “When the Messenger of Allah Muhammad(pbuh) came to Medina, the people had two holidays from the days of Jahiliyyah(ignorance). He (pbuh) said, “When I came to you, you had two holidays you used to celebrate in jahiliyyah. Allah has replaced them for you with better days, the day of Fitr and the day of slaughter (Adha).”
 
VALENTINES DAY IS AN UNILSAMIC CUSTOM THAT HAS NO BASIS IN ISLAM AND IS PRESENTLY BEING PROMOTED BY CAPITALIST FOR COMMERCIAL REASONS….Listen to the pain of your global family! The enemies of Allah are destroying Islam and we are following in their footsteps! 
Be pro active and DO NOT- ENGAGE, SUPPORT OR ENCOURAGE THIS EVIL….!!!
 
If you were intending to engage in this haraam practice and Now changed your mind, then do a noble deed by donating the money to an ISLAMIC CHARITABLE CAUSE which will make you the BELOVED of ALLAH and will earn you an immense reward in the everlasting life of the hereafter!