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Controlling Emotions


Salams everyone.

So it’s Ramadhan, and every one is fasting and trying to do as many good deeds as possible.

But what about Anger? Jealousy? Hate?

They are a few of the hardest emotions to control, in Ramadhan and not. Infact, although people might say that it’s easier to abstain from these emotions in Ramadhan, however I think it’s infact the opposite because of the lack of food, and the short temper.

I find it quite hard personally, because I am myself a very short tempered person, and cant stand it when something isn’t fair. But then again, life isn’t fair as I get told time and time again.

With no food, water and having to cook, dying inside as you see the butter melting in the pan, and the onions frying till they’re brown and crisp.

It’s hard. But we have to keep in mind the reason why we have to keep away from these things.

Think about the dire consequences that might occur if you say something you dont mean when your brain is masked with anger.

Imagine you say to someone, “I hate you.” And you both go to sleep. You wake up but the other person doesnt. They died. Without forgiving you.

On Yawmul-Qiyamah, you will have to ask that person forgiveness, and they would have to forgive you, otherwise you might not enter Jannah. Keep in mind that this is the scariest day in the persons life, and right now they hate every one becuase of the torment they might be going through. Are they likley to forgive you, a person who’s last words echoed in their head as they passed away, words that should not be played around with?

Think about it. You dont want to do or say something bad and unjust to anybody, or you dont want to show you temper, because sisters and brothers, we dont know when we are going to die, and what state we are going to die in.

And it being Ramadhan, we want to earn reward as much as possible, and not even go near the bad. So keep away from such useless emotions, and ask for forgiveness, from Allah, and you ummah.

Walaikumssalam

 

 

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Me, Myself, and I.


Assalamualaikum warahmatullahi wabarakatuh

I went to the summer conference in Green Lane Masjid on Friday, Sat and Sun, and it was excellent. The people delivering the lectures were easy to listen to and enthusiastic about every topic they were given to do.

One of the speakers was Sheick Sajid Ahmed Umar, who was born in Leicster, brought up in Zimbabwe and educated in Saudi. MashaAllah, just by that, I was inxlined to listen to him. He said that he was given the title of a topic named: “Me, Myself, and I.” and he thought what talk he could give about that topic. He said that obviously, he thought of the obvious reaction that most people would give, and talk baout selfishness and vanity, and the likes, but he said it was too common, and every one has heard this time and time again.

He decided to do the talk about how will be alone.

We will die alone.

We will be buried alone.

We will be questioned alone.

We will be punished in the grave alone.

We will recieve the book alone.

We will be accountable for Our Own sins.

We will confront Allah alone.

We will flee from our brothers, sisters, mothers, fathers, and friends.

We will be alone.

And just those couple of sentences that he started the lecture off with got me thinking. That is so true. And yet how much time do we spend with our friends, and families, enjoying their company and hating to be alone. Do we ever think that maybe its beneficial for us to sit alone sometimes, and ponder what we have done for the day. Do we ever reflect on our day, see if we did all the things that are pleasing to Allah

How do we know that when we sleep we will wake up the next morning?

How do we know the head that haid down might not get up again?

How do we know that when we breath in, we might not be able to breath out again?

How do we know the eyes that have closed will open again?

We don’t. So we should ponder and reflect on all we did on that day, and if we did anything wrong, aske for forgiveness. Say Astaghfirullah atleast 50 times, and mean it.

Brothers and Sisters, we need to wisen up, and know that we wont be in this world forever. We need to repent, and start doing the things you said you would do five years ago. Start worshipping Allah. Command the good and forbid the bad.

Wasalam.

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Jannah…


By Ammar Alshukry

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The End


Assalaamu Alaykum,

SIGNS OF QAYAMAT آيات قرب القيامة the end

Ø Why is it so hard to tell the truth but yet so easy to tell a lie?

Ø Why  are we so sleepy (نعسان)in mosque but right when the prayer is over, we suddenly wake up?

Ø Why is it so hard to talk about Allah but yet so easy to talk about nasty stuff(الفواحش)?

Ø Why is it so boring (ممل)to look at a Islamic Article but yet so easy to look at a nasty one(فاحش)?

Ø      Why the mosques are’s getting smaller, but yet the dance clubs are getting larger?

 

Do you give up?

Think about it ….

As we look at this article we realize how true the Messenger (P. B.U.H) was these signs were prophesized 1400 years ago!!!


Ø Camels will no longer be used as a means of transport;

Ø People will ride on saddles(المركبات الفاخرة) that aren’t saddles (cars?)

Ø The distance on earth will become short; تم طي المسافات

Ø Horses will not be used in wars;

Ø Muslims will defeat the Byzantines which will end with the conquest of Constantinople( Istanbul )

Ø The Jews will gather again to live in Bilad Canaan; (بلاد كنعان)

Ø Very tall buildings will be built; (أبراج منتشرة في جميع أنحاء العالم)

Ø The disappearance of knowledge(زوال العلم) and the appearance of ignorance, (ظهور الجهل)with much killing;

Ø Adultery(الزنا) will become widespread, and the drinking of wine will become common;

Ø The number of men will decrease and the number of women will increase until there are 50 women to be looked after by one man.

Ø Islam will become worn out (بالية و رثة)like clothes are, until no one will know what fasting, prayer, charity and rituals (شعائر)are;

Ø Allah will send a disease to fornicators (الزانى)that will have no cure (Aids?);

Ø People will begin to believe in the stars and reject AL QADAR (THE DIVINE DECREE OF DESTINYالقضاء و القدر);

Ø Men will pass by people’s graves and say: ‘Wish that I was in his place’; (large amount of suicidal deathsوفيات انتحارية?)

Ø The Euphrates will uncover a mountain of gold for which people will fight over (the river of Alfurat that lies near Syria );

Ø Two large groups of people will fight one another, and there will be many casualties; they will both be following the same religion (World War III?);

Ø Approximately 30 DAJJALSدجّالون will appear, each one claiming to be the messenger of ALLAH;

Ø Earthquakes زلازل will increase;

Ø Time will pass quickly;

Ø Afflictions أمراض و بلاويwill appear;

Ø Killing will increase;

Ø Wealth will increase;

Ø Women will be wearing clothes but not wearing clothes التعري كما نراه

Ø THE PROPHET (s.a.w.) SAID: ‘IF MY UMMAH BEARS 15! TRAITS سمات/صفات (QUALITIES), TRIBULATION محنة WILL FOLLOW IT.’ (DAY OF JUDGEMENT) SOMEONE ASKED,’WHAT IS THEY O MESSENGER OF ALLAH?’ HE (s.a.w) SAID:

Ø When any gain is shared out only among the rich, with no benefit to the poor;

Ø When a trust (أمانة)becomes a means of making profit ;

Ø When paying ZAKKAT becomes a burden;[ looking after the needy]

Ø When voices (رفع أصوات كما نشاهده الآن)are raised in the mosque;

Ø When the leader of a people is the worst of them; [presidents –prime ministers]

Ø When people treat a man with respect because what he may do;

Ø When much wine is drunk; red wind or the earth swallow them, or to be transformed into animals.’

Ø ‘IMRAN IBN HUSAYN SAID: ‘THE PROPHET (AS) SAID, ‘SOME PEOPLE OF THIS UMMAH WILL BE SWALLOWED BY THE EARTH, TRANSFORMED INTO ANIMALS, AND SOME WILL BE BOMBARDED WITH STONES’. ONE OF THE MUSLIMS ASKED, WHEN WILL THAT BE O MESSENGER Of ALLAH?’ HE SAID, ‘WHEN SINGERS AND MUSICAL INSTRUMENTS WILL BECOME POPULAR, AND MUCH WINE IS DRUNK.”

THE GREATER SIGNS علامات كبرىOF THE HOUR:

Ø The Quran will disappear in one night, even from the people’s hearts, and no Ayyah will be left on earth. (Some groups of old people will be left who will say: ‘We heard of fathers’ saying ‘LAILLAHA ILLA ALLAH’ so we repeat it) [there is only one god]

Ø The appearance of the MAHDI;

Ø The appearance of the DAJJAL (Anti Christ);

Ø The appearance of Ya’juj and Ma’juj (biblical Gog and Magog);

Ø Isa (Jesus) will come during the time of Dajjal;

Ø The rising of the Sun from the west;

Ø The destruction of the Ka’ba and the recovery of its treasures;

Ø The smoke.

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Inspiring story.


This is a true story about a man named Rashed. He tells his story as follows…

I was not more than thirty years old when my wife gave birth to my first child. I still remember that night.

I had stayed out all night long with my friends, as was my habit. It was a night filled with useless talk, and worse, with backbiting, gossiping, and making fun of people. I was mostly the one who made people laugh; I would mock others and my friends would laugh and laugh. I remember on that night that I’d made them laugh a lot. I had an amazing ability to imitate others – I could change the sound of my voice until I sounded exactly like the person I was mocking. No one was safe from my biting mockery, even my friends; some people started avoiding me just to be safe from my tongue. I remember on that night, I had made fun of a blind man who I’d seen begging in the market. What was worse, I had put my foot out in front him – he tripped and fell, and started turning his head around, not knowing what to say.

I went back to my house, late as usual, and I found my wife waiting for me. She was in a terrible state, and said in a quivering voice, “Rashed… where were you?”

“Where would I be, on Mars?” I said sarcastically, “With my friends of course.”

She was visibly exhausted, and holding back tears, she said, “Rashed, I’m so tired. It seems the baby is going to come soon.” A silent tear fell on her cheek.

I felt that I had neglected my wife. I should have taken care of her and not stayed out so much all those nights… especially since she was in her ninth month. I quickly took her to the hospital; she went into the delivery room, and suffered through long hours of pain.

I waited patiently for her to give birth… but her delivery was difficult, and I waited a long time until I got tired. So I went home and left my phone number with the hospital so they could call with the good news. An hour later, they called me to congratulate me on the birth of Salem. I went to the hospital immediately. As soon as they saw me, they asked me to go see the doctor who had overlooked my wife’s delivery.
“What doctor?” I cried out, “I just want to see my son Salem!”

“First go see the doctor,” they said.

I went to the doctor, and she started talking to me about trials, and about being satisfied with Allah’s decree. Then she said, “Your son has a serious deformity in his eyes, and it seems that he has no vision.” I lowered my head while I fought back tears… I remembered that blind man begging in the market who I’d tripped and made others laugh at.

Subhan Allah, you get what you give! I stayed brooding quietly for a while… I didn’t know what to say. Then I remembered by wife and son. I thanked the doctor for her kindness, and went to go see my wife. My wife wasn’t sad. She believed in the decree of Allah… she was content… How often had she advised me to stop mocking people! “Don’t backbite people,” she always used to repeat… We left the hospital, and Salem came with us.

In reality, I didn’t pay much attention to him. I pretended that he wasn’t in the house with us. When he started crying loudly, I’d escape to the living room to sleep there. My wife took good care of him, and loved him a lot. As for myself, I didn’t hate him, but I couldn’t love him either.

Salem grew. He started to crawl, and had a strange way of crawling. When he was almost one year old, he started trying to walk, and we discovered that he was crippled. I felt like he was an even greater burden on me. After him, my wife gave birth to Umar and Khaled. The years passed, and Salem grew, and his brothers grew. I never liked to sit at home, I was always out with my friends… in reality, I was like a plaything at their disposal [entertaining them whenever they wanted].

My wife never gave up on my reform. She always made du’aa for my guidance. She never got angry with my reckless behavior, but she would get really sad if she saw me neglecting Salem and paying attention to the rest of his brothers. Salem grew, and my worries grew with him. I didn’t mind when my wife asked to enroll him in a special school for the handicapped.

I didn’t really feel the passing of the years. My days were all the same. Work and sleep and food and staying out with friends. One Friday, I woke up at 11 am. This was early for me. I was invited to a gathering, so I got dressed and perfumed, and was about to go out. I passed by our living room, and was startled by the sight of Salem – he was sobbing! This was the first time I had noticed Salem crying since he was a baby. Ten years had passed, and I hadn’t paid attention to him. I tried to ignore him now, but I couldn’t take it… I heard him calling out to his mother while I was in the room. I turned towards him, and went closer. “Salem! Why are you crying?” I asked.

When he heard my voice, he stopped crying. Then when he realized how close I was, he started feeling around him with his small hands. What was wrong with him? I discovered that he was trying to move away from me! It was as if he was saying, “Now, you’ve decided to notice me? Where have you been for the last ten years?” I followed him… he had gone into his room. At first, he refused to tell me why he’d been crying. I tried to be gentle with him… Salem started to tell me why he’d been crying, while I listened and trembled.

Do you know what the reason was?! His brother Umar, the one who used to take him to the masjid, was late. And because it was Jumu’ah prayer, Salem was afraid he wouldn’t find a place in the first row. He called out to Umar… and he called out to his mother… but nobody answered, so he cried. I sat there looking at the tears flowing from his blind eyes. I couldn’t bear the rest of his words. I put my hand over his mouth and said, “Is this why you were crying, Salem!”

“Yes,” he said.

I forgot about my friends, I forgot about the gathering, and I said, “Don’t be sad, Salem. Do you know who’s going to take you to the masjid today?”

“Umar, of course,” he said, “… but he’s always late.”

“No,” I said, “I’m going to take you.”

Salem was shocked… he couldn’t believe it. He thought I was mocking him. His tears came and he started crying. I wiped his tears with my hand and then took hold of his hand. I wanted to take him to the masjid by car. He refused and said, “The masjid is near… I want to walk there.” Yes, by Allah, he said this to me.

I couldn’t remember when was the last time I had entered the masjid , but it was the first time I felt fear and regret for what I’d neglected in the long years that had passed. The masjid was filled with worshippers, but I still found a place for Salem in the first row. We listened to the Jumu’ah khutbah together, and he prayed next to me. But really, I was the one praying next to him.

After the prayer, Salem asked me for a Quraan. I was surprised! How was he going to read when he was blind? I almost ignored his request, but I decided to humor him out of fear of hurting his feelings. I passed him a Quraan. He asked me to open the Quraan to Surat al-Kahf. I started flipping through the pages and looking through the index until I found it. He took the Quraan from me, put it in front of him, and started reading the Surah… with his eyes closed… Ya Allah! He had the whole Surah memorized.

I was ashamed of myself. I picked up a Quraan… I felt my limbs tremble… I read and I read. I asked Allah to forgive me and to guide me. I couldn’t take it… I started crying like a child. There were still some people in the masjid praying sunnah… I was embarrassed by their presence, so I tried to hold my tears. My crying turned into whimpering and long, sobbing breaths. The only thing I felt was a small hand reaching out to my face, and then wiping the tears away. It was Salem! I pulled him to my chest… I looked at him. I said to myself… you’re not the blind one, but I am, for having drifted after immoral people who were pulling me to hellfire. We went back home. My wife was extremely worried about Salem, but her worry turned into tears [of joy] when she found out I had prayed Jumu’ah with Salem.

From that day on, I never missed the congregational prayer in the masjid. I left my bad friends… and I made righteous friends among people I met at the masjid. I tasted the sweetness of Iman with them. I learned things from them that distracted me from this world. I never missed out on gatherings of remembrance [halaqas], or on the witr prayer. I recited the entire Qur’an, several times, in one month. I moistened my tongue with the remembrance of Allah, that He might forgive my backbiting and mocking of the people. I felt closer to my family. The looks of fear and pity that had occupied my wife’s eyes disappeared. A smile now never parted from the face of my son Salem. Anyone who saw him would have felt that he owned the world and everything in it. I praised and thanked Allah a lot for His blessings.

One day, my righteous friends decided to go to a far away location for da’wah. I hesitated about going. I prayed istikharah, and consulted with my wife. I thought she would refuse… but the opposite happened! She was extremely happy, and even encouraged me… because in the past, she had seen me traveling without consulting her, for the purpose of sin and evil. I went to Salem, and told him I would be traveling. With tears, he wrapped me up in his small arms…

I was away from home for three and a half months. In that period, whenever I got a chance, I called my wife and talked to my children. I missed them so much… and oh, how I missed Salem! I wanted to hear his voice… he was the only one who hadn’t talked to me since I’d traveled. He was either at school or at the masjid whenever I called them.Whenever I would tell my wife how much I missed him, she would laugh happily, joyfully, except for the last time I called her. I didn’t hear her expected laugh. Her voice changed. I said to her, “Give my salam to Salem,” and she said, “Insha’Allah,” and was quiet.

At last, I went back home. I knocked on the door. I hoped that it was Salem who would open up for me, but was surprised to find my son Khaled, who was not more than four years old. I picked him up in my arms while he squealed, “Baba! Baba!” I don’t know why my heart tensed when I entered the house.

I sought refuge in Allah from the accursed Shaytan… I approached my wife… her face was different. As if she was pretending to be happy. I inspected her closely then said, “What’s wrong with you?” “Nothing,” she said. Suddenly, I remembered Salem. “Where’s Salem?” I asked. She lowered her head. She didn’t answer. Hot tears fell on her cheeks.

“Salem! Where’s Salem?” I cried out.

At that moment, I only heard the sound of my son Khaled talking in his own way, saying, “Baba… Thalem went to pawadise… with Allah…”

My wife couldn’t take it. She broke down crying. She almost fell to the floor, and left the room. Later, I found out that Salem had contracted a fever two weeks before I’d returned, so my wife took him to the hospital… the fever got more and more severe, and didn’t leave him… until his soul left his body…

And if this earth closes in on you in spite of its vastness, and your soul closes is on you because of what it’s carrying… call out, “Oh Allah!” If solutions run out, and paths are constricted, and ropes are cut off, and your hopes are no more… call out, “Oh Allah.” Allah wished to guide Salem’s father on the hands of Salem, before Salem’s death. How merciful is Allah!

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Remember death while praying


The Prophet said:

“Remember death in your prayer, for the man who remembers death during his prayer is bound to pray properly, and pray the prayer of a man who does not think he will pray any other prayer.”1

The Prophet  also advised Abu Ayyoob :

“When you stand up to pray, pray as a farewell prayer.”2

Meaning that the prayer of one who thinks that he will not pray another prayer i.e., the person praying will no doubt die, and there is some prayer that will be his last prayer, so let him have khushoo (concentration) in the prayer that he is doing, for he does not know whether or not his will be his last prayer.

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1 Silsilat alhadeeth as-Saheehah by Shaykh al-Albani, hadith number 1421. It is reported from as-Suyooti that al-Hafidh ibn Hajarclassed this hadith as hasan.

2 Ahmad, 5/412; Saheeh al-Jami, hadith number 742

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From the book “33 ways of developing Khushoo”  By Muhammd Salih Al-Munajjid.

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Priorities, Boonaa Mohammed


Ya Allah, if you were to take me in my salat,
Take me as a believer
I pray that the angel of death is half as beautiful as half of the beauty
Created by my Creator;
Take me yesterday if it means I’ll get there sooner
The warm wet water dropping from my wudhu’
I beat the sun this morning in order to stand before You
But don’t need to thank me, Your Prayers are long overdue
All I ask is for my intentions to be clear and true
The Ka’bah in line with my nose
Hellfire under my toes
If this is it, please make these life’s prayers legit
Cos I am nothing but a servant
Please Master give me guidance
Bring me closer to Your Deen
Far away from Shayteen
Only five times a day
I wish I could pray infinite
For all you could have given me
For all that you have taken away
There is no excuse from me to say,
Allahu Akbar

I state the obvious
Nervous,
Body in perfect condition
As I stand in front of my Lord trying to prove my dedication
Walking the thin line between hope and fear
Words coming out crystal clear
As though Judgement were hear
The humility combats the lives
I told them that I used to do
When I am closest to Truth
A vessel of submission
His recognition is my Quest
Hands folded at both palms
Gaze is lowered upon the spot at which my head would rise
When the warm wet water still covers my eyes
I cherish the Dunia (World) like I cherish sunny weather,
Wonderful at times but doesn’t lasts forever, so
Ya Allah if you should take me in my solat,
Please have my last words be the last words of AlFatihah
Right before ‘La ilaha illallah, Ash hadu anna muhammadarrasuullullah’
For you my God, I will hold and cherish this faith for this is a test
And we always do worst in the subjects that we hate
I am still ashamed
Of my heart used to contain
You, you sent me blessings again and again
Your Mercy uses words that I simply can’t explain
The Honour that I feel and the love that I maintain
Forehead, nose, knees and toes
All pressed before the Lord
Before I rose
I chose
To make a prayer of my own
Ya Allah forgive me for my sins
As though they were not my own
Help me to pray as though I was saying my final goodbye
As my bouncing finger lets me know that I am still alive
Alhamdulilah
Wallahi
I swear to God
I do not feel comfortable swearing to God
Because I’m not sure if my faulty words would even do Him justice
Soon and every day, I send peace and blessing upon His Prophets
Empty my mind like banks empty my pockets
Only His interests are in my best interest
Were my prayers answered only one knows best
I’ll try it again soon, inshaAllah
The rest are in the Hands of Allah subhanahu wata’ala

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