Sunday, December 26, 2010
Monday, December 13, 2010
Enjoy your life..
This is the best book i have read in recent years, i have been reading it for about more than a year now and still cant stop thinking of it. Written beautifully by a talented Saudi Arabian scholar Dr Al-Arifi, the book takes you on a journey of life, pages after pages, the excitement never stops, it has everything of life from A to Z..... This book teaches the true meaning of life, full of fun, enjoyable, readable. Infact it was such a hit that it has now been translated into various languages. Its a must have for all the whiners like me whining and complaining about life.
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Friday, December 10, 2010
Friend of Allah (S.W.T)
Hazrat Ibrahim (a.s): O' believer of Allah, with whose permission have you entered my house ?
Stranger: With the permission of the real owner of this house. I am the angel of death sent by Allah (swt) to inform you about the person whom Allah (swt) has selected as the "Friend of Allah" (Khalil-ullah).
Ibrahim (a.s.): Do let me know who that saint is. I swear by Allah, which ever part of the world he lives in, I would definitely go there and meet him. Then, I would spend my whole life in his feet (serving him).
The angel of death: You yourself are that person.
Ibrahim (a.s): Is it true ?! Am I that person ?
Angel of death: Yes.
Ibrahim (a.s): Could you tell me on what basis did Allah (swt) select me as his KHALIL (friend) ? (Out of all)
Angel: Because you always keep giving everyone, but yourself never ask anyone for anything.
From that day onwards the heart of Hazrat Ibrahim (a.s.) got filled with so much fear of Allah (swt) that people near him used to hear the sound of his heart beat (similar to the sound that is created by the wings of flying birds)
[Tafsir-ibn-e-kathir volume 1, page 644]
When the angel of death informed him (a.s) that he is going to take away his life. Ibrahim (a.s) said: Ask Allah (swt), Is it possible that a friend takes away the life of a friend ? The angel went away and came back with Allah's (swt) REPLY: Is it possible that a friend dislike meeting his friend ? Ibrahim (a.s) shivered and agreed to prepare for the journey of meeting his FRIEND (ALLAH (SWT).
Stranger: With the permission of the real owner of this house. I am the angel of death sent by Allah (swt) to inform you about the person whom Allah (swt) has selected as the "Friend of Allah" (Khalil-ullah).
Ibrahim (a.s.): Do let me know who that saint is. I swear by Allah, which ever part of the world he lives in, I would definitely go there and meet him. Then, I would spend my whole life in his feet (serving him).
The angel of death: You yourself are that person.
Ibrahim (a.s): Is it true ?! Am I that person ?
Angel of death: Yes.
Ibrahim (a.s): Could you tell me on what basis did Allah (swt) select me as his KHALIL (friend) ? (Out of all)
Angel: Because you always keep giving everyone, but yourself never ask anyone for anything.
From that day onwards the heart of Hazrat Ibrahim (a.s.) got filled with so much fear of Allah (swt) that people near him used to hear the sound of his heart beat (similar to the sound that is created by the wings of flying birds)
[Tafsir-ibn-e-kathir volume 1, page 644]
When the angel of death informed him (a.s) that he is going to take away his life. Ibrahim (a.s) said: Ask Allah (swt), Is it possible that a friend takes away the life of a friend ? The angel went away and came back with Allah's (swt) REPLY: Is it possible that a friend dislike meeting his friend ? Ibrahim (a.s) shivered and agreed to prepare for the journey of meeting his FRIEND (ALLAH (SWT).
An encounter with life....
This story was told by one of my friends....
I can never forget that stormy night in Turkey. As I hurried out of a shop, the same corn seller with torn clothes stood in the rain & as usual being ignored. Quietly, he watched families enjoy, laugh, buy expensive clothes, eat food & enter expensive cars. I asked him for a corn. Confused, he paused for a second and quickly looked into my eyes, as if I would leave if he tells me a higher price. Humbly he said, "1.5 lira". As I said "ok", his face glowed with an innocent smile, happy that I didn't ask him to reduce the price. That smile would have healed the heart that was wounded in the past after seeing the sight of people in a shinny air conditioned car insisting him under a scorching sun to give them 3 corns for 1 lira, and he sadly accepting it after realizing that they would leave if he didn't accept it. They would waste hundreds on useless fun, but never give him a bit extra then he asks for.One of them told me that he never saw his parents and grew up in a mess. I swear that I would have been in worst condition had my parents not drummed the importance of education into my mind.
Here In Jeddah, I have met many foreigners taxi drivers, waiters, car cleaners...etc. who haven't seen their families for years. They were persuaded & shown false bright future in KSA and now they are sinking under the heavy loan written against their name. These slaves don't have any rights. A false case can put them in jail for life. 20 hours of intense work, inhuman salaries, sleepless nights, severe headaches, facing insulting behavior and other sufferings are their common problems. They don't know, but I know why there is always a satisfied look on their face and a tense look on mine. Because, after death, it would be my turn to sweat hard for justifying each and every bit of my possession, how I got it, and where did I "prefer" to spend it. But they don't have anything to be questioned for. They have logical excuses for not praying, fasting, giving charity,...etc. but the angels of punishment won't show any mercy for me...
Here In Jeddah, I have met many foreigners taxi drivers, waiters, car cleaners...etc. who haven't seen their families for years. They were persuaded & shown false bright future in KSA and now they are sinking under the heavy loan written against their name. These slaves don't have any rights. A false case can put them in jail for life. 20 hours of intense work, inhuman salaries, sleepless nights, severe headaches, facing insulting behavior and other sufferings are their common problems. They don't know, but I know why there is always a satisfied look on their face and a tense look on mine. Because, after death, it would be my turn to sweat hard for justifying each and every bit of my possession, how I got it, and where did I "prefer" to spend it. But they don't have anything to be questioned for. They have logical excuses for not praying, fasting, giving charity,...etc. but the angels of punishment won't show any mercy for me...
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