Whenever the Prophet’s (pbuh) followers reaped their first harvest, they brought early, fresh fruits to him. Then he would distribute them among those who sat around him.
One morning, a poor man brought one fruit from his small farm and gave it to the Prophet..
The Prophet (pbuh) accepted the gift, tasted it and then went on eating it alone while the companions watched.
One of those present meekly said,
“O Prophet of Allah, have you overlooked the right of those who watch while you eat?”
The Prophet (pbuh) smiled and waited till the man who had brought the fruit had gone. Then he said,
“I tasted the fruit and it was not yet ripe. Had I allowed you to have some of it, someone would have definitely shown his distaste, thus disappointing the poor man who brought this gift. Rather than make him feel bitter, I accepted the bitterness.”
(Source: http://www.qisas.com/)
Friday, 24 August 2007
Monday, 20 August 2007
Sleeping Beauties..
Now they’re taking your women..
What you gonna do about it?
Aafia Siddiqui was born in Karachi, Pakistan, on March 2, 1972. She was one of three children of Mohammad Siddiqui, a doctor trained in England, and Ismet. She is a mother of three.
Raised in America, Aafia has a degree in Biology from the world famous MIT as well as a PhD in Neuro-Science.
Aafia was then accused of being the top Al Qaeda expert in BioChemical weapons. She was also accused of exploiting the diamond trade in Africa in order to fund Al Qaeda.
Her Professor says of her, “There is no way Aafia could create any kind of chemical weapon with the knowledge that she had”.
In Karachi airport, where she had been going to visit her uncle, she and her three children were surrounded by members of several intelligence agencies and taken into custody.
A week later, US and Pakistan authorities issued a statement saying they’ve arrested Aafia Siddiqui.
Two weeks later, US and Pakistan authorities issued statements that they have no idea where she or her children are.
A motorcyclist appeared at her mother’s house and told her mother that if she kicks up a fuss about the disappearance of Aafia, she will never see her grandchildren again.
To this day, Aafia has not been seen nor heard from.
We are the sleeping beauties. We have the beautiful gift of Islam within us but we do not care for our brothers and sisters around the world and even in our own backyard. So that beauty lies dormant; asleep.
Now they are taking our women.. how long before we wake up?
Let's just make sure it is before they come knocking on our doors, because by then it will be too late. And then we will be asking the question, "Why does nobody help us?"
More about Aafia:
http://www.cageprisoners.com/prisoners.php?id=1367
How to help:
http://www.cageprisoners.com/page.php?id=3
What you gonna do about it?
Aafia Siddiqui was born in Karachi, Pakistan, on March 2, 1972. She was one of three children of Mohammad Siddiqui, a doctor trained in England, and Ismet. She is a mother of three.
Raised in America, Aafia has a degree in Biology from the world famous MIT as well as a PhD in Neuro-Science.
Aafia was then accused of being the top Al Qaeda expert in BioChemical weapons. She was also accused of exploiting the diamond trade in Africa in order to fund Al Qaeda.
Her Professor says of her, “There is no way Aafia could create any kind of chemical weapon with the knowledge that she had”.
In Karachi airport, where she had been going to visit her uncle, she and her three children were surrounded by members of several intelligence agencies and taken into custody.
A week later, US and Pakistan authorities issued a statement saying they’ve arrested Aafia Siddiqui.
Two weeks later, US and Pakistan authorities issued statements that they have no idea where she or her children are.
A motorcyclist appeared at her mother’s house and told her mother that if she kicks up a fuss about the disappearance of Aafia, she will never see her grandchildren again.
To this day, Aafia has not been seen nor heard from.
We are the sleeping beauties. We have the beautiful gift of Islam within us but we do not care for our brothers and sisters around the world and even in our own backyard. So that beauty lies dormant; asleep.
Now they are taking our women.. how long before we wake up?
Let's just make sure it is before they come knocking on our doors, because by then it will be too late. And then we will be asking the question, "Why does nobody help us?"
More about Aafia:
http://www.cageprisoners.com/prisoners.php?id=1367
How to help:
http://www.cageprisoners.com/page.php?id=3
Wednesday, 15 August 2007
Shame..
Got back from umrah two days ago alhumdulilah and here I am.
And all me hair's gone!
I could probably talk about a million and one things but that would take too long and I’m far too lazy.
But one thing sticks in my mind and that’s when I went to give salaam to the Prophet (Peace be upon him). You know, you go there and you know more or less what to expect as I’ve been there before. But as I approached his blessed grave, it hit me. I realised where I was coming to and into whose presence. It was then that an overwhelming feeling of shame came over me and I broke down into tears.
I realised how unworthy I was of being in the presence of the greatest of creation. All of my sins came to the forefront of my mind and I realised how much I had let him down. I remembered the long nights he used to pray into the night for his ummah and the way in which I had repaid him.
People ask if it’s the same every time you go to Makkah or Madina, and the answer is simply no. For me it forces me to look at all my deeds and to realise just how little I’ve done and its insignificance.
After that episode, I just sat down in Masjid Nabawi and pondered what to do next.
Now I want to go back.
And all me hair's gone!
I could probably talk about a million and one things but that would take too long and I’m far too lazy.
But one thing sticks in my mind and that’s when I went to give salaam to the Prophet (Peace be upon him). You know, you go there and you know more or less what to expect as I’ve been there before. But as I approached his blessed grave, it hit me. I realised where I was coming to and into whose presence. It was then that an overwhelming feeling of shame came over me and I broke down into tears.
I realised how unworthy I was of being in the presence of the greatest of creation. All of my sins came to the forefront of my mind and I realised how much I had let him down. I remembered the long nights he used to pray into the night for his ummah and the way in which I had repaid him.
People ask if it’s the same every time you go to Makkah or Madina, and the answer is simply no. For me it forces me to look at all my deeds and to realise just how little I’ve done and its insignificance.
After that episode, I just sat down in Masjid Nabawi and pondered what to do next.
Now I want to go back.
Saturday, 28 July 2007
Meeting my Beloved..
Alhumdulilah I’ve been given the opportunity to go on umrah and shall be leaving tomorrow morning for two weeks inshaAllah.
First to madina to see the Beloved of Allah for a week and then to Makka for umrah for a week inshaAllah.
So I’ll be leaving you for two weeks, fee amanillah (In the hands of Allah)
By the way, the pic is of a card my nephew made me:
It says, “Hope you have a nice journey. Pray for us and ask to keep us safe. I hope your going to be safe aswell.”
Inside it says, “To Uncle, can you please buy me something (NOT CLOTHES)”
On the back it says, “Please come back.”
Sweet, eh.
First to madina to see the Beloved of Allah for a week and then to Makka for umrah for a week inshaAllah.
So I’ll be leaving you for two weeks, fee amanillah (In the hands of Allah)
By the way, the pic is of a card my nephew made me:
It says, “Hope you have a nice journey. Pray for us and ask to keep us safe. I hope your going to be safe aswell.”
Inside it says, “To Uncle, can you please buy me something (NOT CLOTHES)”
On the back it says, “Please come back.”
Sweet, eh.
Thursday, 26 July 2007
I would wash his Feet..
Our respected Shaykh Saleem Dhorat commented upon the reaction of Heracilus in the following manner:
“Heraclius was the emperor of the Byzantine empire during the era of our Prophet sallallaahu ‘alayhi wasallam. He was also a scholar of the Tawraat. When the letter of the Prophet sallallaahu ‘alayhi wasallam reached him he enquired about the Prophet sallallaahu ‘alayhi wasallam to find out whether he sallallaahu ‘alayhi wasallam, was really a prophet. Everything he asked proved that he was in reality the final prophet. The evidence was so strong that Heraclius exclaimed that:
‘If I could reach him, I would wash his feet (out of respect).’
(Source: www.shaykh.org)
“Heraclius was the emperor of the Byzantine empire during the era of our Prophet sallallaahu ‘alayhi wasallam. He was also a scholar of the Tawraat. When the letter of the Prophet sallallaahu ‘alayhi wasallam reached him he enquired about the Prophet sallallaahu ‘alayhi wasallam to find out whether he sallallaahu ‘alayhi wasallam, was really a prophet. Everything he asked proved that he was in reality the final prophet. The evidence was so strong that Heraclius exclaimed that:
‘If I could reach him, I would wash his feet (out of respect).’
(Source: www.shaykh.org)
Monday, 23 July 2007
A Grand Day Out..
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Well, today being the first day of the school holidays, I decided to take my nephews to a museum. Why a museum, you ask. I have no idea! Well the initial thought was so that it would be informative as well as interesting, rather than wittering a day away doing something random.
I took my three nephews, aged 5, 8 and 10 to the museum and as I was leaving I saw that my mum was actually preparing a feast for them, which I had to lug along in a backpack. And to top it all off, I was taking the three of them on the subway. Yep, clever ol’ me.
But alhumdulilah it was ok except for the fact that kids are always complaining.
“I’m hungry”
“I’m tired”
“What is that?”
You get the drift.
I actually printed off some worksheets for them to complete and I got told off later and was told that it was supposed to be fun and not to have given the kids worksheets. I was actually called a teacher (of all the insults!).
I took my three nephews, aged 5, 8 and 10 to the museum and as I was leaving I saw that my mum was actually preparing a feast for them, which I had to lug along in a backpack. And to top it all off, I was taking the three of them on the subway. Yep, clever ol’ me.
But alhumdulilah it was ok except for the fact that kids are always complaining.
“I’m hungry”
“I’m tired”
“What is that?”
You get the drift.
I actually printed off some worksheets for them to complete and I got told off later and was told that it was supposed to be fun and not to have given the kids worksheets. I was actually called a teacher (of all the insults!).
By the way, that's the dinosaur we came across as we entered the museum.
Sunday, 22 July 2007
Whisper of Peace..
A poem I wrote a few months ago and inspired by the three words in the title. I just had those three words in front of me and decided to write an interpretation/rambling upon them.
A Whisper of Peace
The roaring gun,
The angry words,
The setting sun,
The fleeing birds.
Each day drags along,
With each day fades hope,
I sing my song,
Of life, a slippery slope.
I look about me,
Looking for some solace,
But all I can see
Is hatred and malice.
But I raise my hands to the sky,
Bend down on my knees,
And from above comes a reply,
A whisper of peace.
~Musaafir
Early 2007
A Whisper of Peace
The roaring gun,
The angry words,
The setting sun,
The fleeing birds.
Each day drags along,
With each day fades hope,
I sing my song,
Of life, a slippery slope.
I look about me,
Looking for some solace,
But all I can see
Is hatred and malice.
But I raise my hands to the sky,
Bend down on my knees,
And from above comes a reply,
A whisper of peace.
~Musaafir
Early 2007
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