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Wednesday, August 26, 2015
Tuesday, August 25, 2015
20 days to go...
10,000 years of non-stop torture and now only 20 days left before I free myself from myself. Okay it's not 10,000 years actually, they were only 10 days that I lived without my wife. But each second spent in her obscene is like an year.
I have stopped talking her so that I would divert my mind. It's hard.
I never felt this way before, ever. It's like if I was bewitched, there is nothing I can think of, besides her. There is nothing I see besides her. She is everywhere but I can only look. There is no me, without her...
I will keep posting here...
Sunday, August 16, 2015
Upon her return...
There was a young man in Damascus who planned to leave his country to study. His mother was very caring and supportive of him. She raised him alone through toil and hardship. And, at last, she felt that after all the hard work– she was proud of her son as any mother would.
“Ah! The joys of motherhood!” she said to herself. The pleasure of staring at this little man, who once held onto her dress begging to be carried and to be tightly clenched by her arms. She recalled the days when he was small and helpless, and yet there he was –embarking on a journey to be the man he was raised to be.
The young man’s flight was scheduled to leave early in the morning, thus his mother prepared food and all that was needed for this long trip. Her acts of kindness and loyalty displayed his mother’s endearing love for him. His excitement as a young man, and her hopefulness as a proud mother, is something we can all relate to.
That morning, she heard over the news that there was a storm headed their way. Out of fear that her son might die on this journey, she decided not to wake him. Instead she left early for the market hoping to surprise him with his favorite food later that morning.
Upon her return, she called out his name in anticipation and excitement– for she had a few more days with him before he would continue on with this journey.
But to no avail, there was no response from him.
Allah had taken his soul away and he died in his sleep that morning.
Allah Ta’ala says “Say (to them): “Verily, the death from which you flee will surely meet you, then you will be sent back to (Allâh), the All-Knower of the unseen and the seen, and He will tell you what you used to do.” [62:8]
Death, as the prophet peace be upon Him called it, is the destroyer of pleasures.
“Ah! The joys of motherhood!” she said to herself. The pleasure of staring at this little man, who once held onto her dress begging to be carried and to be tightly clenched by her arms. She recalled the days when he was small and helpless, and yet there he was –embarking on a journey to be the man he was raised to be.
The young man’s flight was scheduled to leave early in the morning, thus his mother prepared food and all that was needed for this long trip. Her acts of kindness and loyalty displayed his mother’s endearing love for him. His excitement as a young man, and her hopefulness as a proud mother, is something we can all relate to.
That morning, she heard over the news that there was a storm headed their way. Out of fear that her son might die on this journey, she decided not to wake him. Instead she left early for the market hoping to surprise him with his favorite food later that morning.
Upon her return, she called out his name in anticipation and excitement– for she had a few more days with him before he would continue on with this journey.
But to no avail, there was no response from him.
Allah had taken his soul away and he died in his sleep that morning.
Allah Ta’ala says “Say (to them): “Verily, the death from which you flee will surely meet you, then you will be sent back to (Allâh), the All-Knower of the unseen and the seen, and He will tell you what you used to do.” [62:8]
Death, as the prophet peace be upon Him called it, is the destroyer of pleasures.
The lonely ember...
A Musalli of a certain Masjid, who previously had been attending salaah in congregation regularly, stopped going. After a few weeks, the Imam decided to visit him. It was a chilly evening. The Imam found the man at home alone, sitting before a blazing fire. Guessing the reason for the Imam's visit, the man welcomed him, led him to a big chair near the fireplace and waited. The Imam made himself comfortable but said nothing. In the grave silence, he contemplated the play of the flames around the burning logs.
After some minutes, the Imam took the fire tongs, carefully picked up a brightly burning ember (small piece of wood) and placed it to one side of the hearth all alone. Then he sat back in his chair, still silent. The host watched all this in quiet fascination. As the one lone ember's flame diminished, there was a momentary glow and then its fire was no more. Soon it was cold and "dead as a doornail." Not a word had been spoken since the initial greeting.
Just before the Imam was ready to leave, he picked up the cold, dead ember and placed it back in the middle of the fire. Immediately it began to glow once more with the light and warmth of the burning coals around it. As the Imam reached the door to leave, his host said, "May Allah reward you so much for your visit and especially for the "fiery" sermon. I shall be back for salaah in the Masjid at Fajr."
After some minutes, the Imam took the fire tongs, carefully picked up a brightly burning ember (small piece of wood) and placed it to one side of the hearth all alone. Then he sat back in his chair, still silent. The host watched all this in quiet fascination. As the one lone ember's flame diminished, there was a momentary glow and then its fire was no more. Soon it was cold and "dead as a doornail." Not a word had been spoken since the initial greeting.
Just before the Imam was ready to leave, he picked up the cold, dead ember and placed it back in the middle of the fire. Immediately it began to glow once more with the light and warmth of the burning coals around it. As the Imam reached the door to leave, his host said, "May Allah reward you so much for your visit and especially for the "fiery" sermon. I shall be back for salaah in the Masjid at Fajr."
Graceful Insult
A Muslim once said to a Mufti, "A non-Muslim philosopher rightly called Islam to be the best religion but Muslims to be the worst nation" A saying widely 'accepted' & quoted by many Muslims, hence getting hopeless & not initiating any improvement in their impression.
Mufti replied: The philosopher first praised Islam to have your confidence and make you ready for the next step i.e., to hit your head with his shoe by making a biased generalization about a whole nation. If he really thought Islam to be the best religion then why he himself didn't implement it in his own life? He gave your mind a bribe through praising Islam so that you may easily accept his negative generalization about all Muslims (that includes you, your family & all our role models). Why didn't he specify 'certain' Muslims of so & so age/area to be bad & exempt our Prophetsallallahu Aleyhui Wasallam, Suhabas & saints from his judgmental biased views? Isn't it odd that he calls a religion to be the best, but doesn't mentions/ acknowledges anything about who its best followers are ?!? Why generalize an institute merely by its poor graduates during its lean phase, without giving any credit to the GREAT graduates of the same institution, whom other institutes can’t even produce in dreams.
In fact, its course content (Quran) is still 100% the same & will be the same forever.
Mufti replied: The philosopher first praised Islam to have your confidence and make you ready for the next step i.e., to hit your head with his shoe by making a biased generalization about a whole nation. If he really thought Islam to be the best religion then why he himself didn't implement it in his own life? He gave your mind a bribe through praising Islam so that you may easily accept his negative generalization about all Muslims (that includes you, your family & all our role models). Why didn't he specify 'certain' Muslims of so & so age/area to be bad & exempt our Prophetsallallahu Aleyhui Wasallam, Suhabas & saints from his judgmental biased views? Isn't it odd that he calls a religion to be the best, but doesn't mentions/ acknowledges anything about who its best followers are ?!? Why generalize an institute merely by its poor graduates during its lean phase, without giving any credit to the GREAT graduates of the same institution, whom other institutes can’t even produce in dreams.
In fact, its course content (Quran) is still 100% the same & will be the same forever.
Family over everything...
Food tastes better when you eat it with the family. Family is not an important thing, it is everything...
Wednesday, July 15, 2015
One lil shair for you..
ہٹا کر زلف چہرے سے نہ چھت پر شام کو جانا
کہیں کوئی عید نہ کر لے، ابھی رمضان باقی ہے
کہیں کوئی عید نہ کر لے، ابھی رمضان باقی ہے
Wednesday, January 28, 2015
Europe
So I visited Europe.
Out of almost whole Europe, my most favorite city has to be Vienna, Austria. I loved it.
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