That’s cool :P but don't capitalize him. Makes it look like your talking about HIM (His Infernal Majesty), they are a music group that uses a stylized pentagram (they call a heartagram) for their symbol. >.<
Sounds like the common day muslim slogan "we got to be modern Muslims" type attitudes, "did you know the malaki madhab allows the trimming of the beard" type stance..."its a valid posistion" type nonsense.
A person with personal hatred in the heart will argue, however the one who questions his sincerity will reason.
mashAllah that is really great, direct, connects with the muslims around the world whom need to understand inshAllah sooner or later....
so true... ......
May Allah(swt) guide us all to the righteous path inshAllah and show us light of Islam inshAllah......and most of all keep us away from the satans whispers inshAllah...
so moving poem....
All i hope is for my mums happiness.Shes my light.Shes my dunya.Her tears are my weakness.Her sadness breaks my heart.She is my mirror.A mirror that keeps me alive.Without her am nothing.shes my saaya.How can i leave her.I pray to Allah(swt) to keep me with her forever inshAllah.
Soon I’ll return to my lord, the one that deserves every grace
Oh you don’t have to worry because of me you’ll find no trace
You could have sent me at least one dinner plate I guess it is my fate
It really is to late, why did you wait
And la ilaha ill Allah is my mate
awwww how sweet, subhanallah
shame on us!
The example of those who take allies other than Allah is like that of the spider who takes a home. And indeed, the weakest of homes is the home of the spider, if they only knew.
neways, sadly there's a lot of muslims who fit into that catagory. I was telling someone something islamic once and the response I got was... "plz don't tell me, cuz I'd be sinning if I knew and didn't do it." :X
May Allah give us all hidayah and make us better muslims. Ameeeen.
Islam forbids looking at a member of the opposite sex with desire; for the eye is the key to the feelings, and the look is the messenger of desire, carrying the message of fornication or adultery.
A poet of ancient times has said:
'All affairs begin with the sight,
the raging fire a spark can ignite'
While a contemporary poet declares:
'A look, then a smile,
then a nod of the head,
then a talk, then a promise,
then the warmth of the bed'
Brother and sisters casually freemixing
Without a care for their sinning
Lowly nafs they are obeying
Not thinking about their inevitable ending
Please step back and spare a thought
About the day when the Almighty will ask what have you brought?
Oh my fellow Muslim amend your way
Before you become the devils prey
Note: The above poem was written as a result of witnessing on a frequent basis the freemixing of our muslim sisters & brothers at college and university.
Treading miles afar from home,
spanning the delicate hours of life,
aspiring to behold the awaited glory
As I walk past a narrow alley,
the sun of Medina brims over,
casting upon an exhausted traveller,
its motherly warmth.
A wry smile draws on my wrinkled face,
the weary face, bearing signs of pain.
Another step closer to the pathway,
and a whisper confining a secret ...
" Oh Jabir, you will have a long life,
although your eyes shall lose their sight,
yet, you would have the honor of meeting my fifth descendant. "
With this the voice grew less dominant,
exposing the suppression of tears.
" Jabir, when you meet him, give my salaams to him".
Silence dawns.
Jabir Ibn Abdullah Al-Ansari,
positioned cosily by the road-side,
with hair strands so white and pure,
and eyes silently profound.
Jabir waited devoutly,
longing to hear the foot-steps of a man most dear to him.
The fruits of his patience grew aloft,
the day came when a young man,
walked along the path,
claded modestly with the sweet perfume of musk.
Jabir stood up, and greeted the young prince,
and asked his good name.
" Muhammed " he replied softly.
Jabir then asked, "Whose son?"
" Ali ibn Al-Hussain " he replied.
Jabir had now recognised the man.
Like a father embracing his lost child,
Jabir held Al-Muhammed in his arms.
With tears blurring his long lost vision,
he confined his secret to the young man,
" Your Grandfather, Rasul'Allah has sent you his salaams "
The sun shined in admiration,
as the scene gently evanished from sight.
Baqir - the one who splits open knowledge,
the title that the young man bore.
I advanced in my quest for quenching my consuming thirst,
thirst, which burned the fuel of love in my heart.
Imam Muhammed Al-Baqir,
pleasantly spreading the grains of knowledge,
to the famished birds of Arabia.
I walk past his warm house,
and kissed his door, as I left the vicinity.
This scene mixes with the former,
as I walk well in advance to it.
A new path,
presenting Hisham, the umayyad caliph of his time.
As he digs into his throne,
hatred flames ferociously in his eye,
stinging every muscle of my body.
Poison - a legacy of the umayyads,
a soundless weapon they all rested their hands on.
Upon Hisham's orders,
Imam Baqir's saddle were laminated deeply with the poison.
When the Imam mounted on his horse,
the strength of the poison, so severely able,
to bring an end to the fifth shining star's life.
Like the serpent's venom,
it spread throughout the Imam's body.
The day came, when Imam no longer replied to his son's cries.
The day, when Imam Baqir departed this world,
and joined his uncle Imam Hasan Al-Mujtaba,
and father, Imam Zainul Abideen in the forsaken soil of Baqi.
The scene dissolves as I cast my eyes at the green dome,
with the whisper echoing in my mind.
The last breaths that the Beloved takes;
Zahra, shall spend the night awake.
How can sleep drift onto her eyes ?
when blood flows from the seven skies.
Why does the night seem so long ?
why are the birds not singing tonight ?
Why has pain filled Zahra's heart ?
why does the moon seem to cry ?
Tonight, is the last night of living for the Prophet;
Tonight, is the beginning for the sufferings of Ali.
Tonight the sky consoles Zahra,
Tonight Kadija greets her Muhammad.
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