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  1. Enriching Thoughts

    Enriching Thoughts The highest aim in life - To know God and do His will The most enriching good habit - Complimenting others The most destructive bad habit - Worry The greatest joy - Giving The greatest loss - Loss of self-respect The most satisfying work - Helping others The ugliest personality trait - Selfishness The most endangered species - Dedicated leaders Our greatest natural resource - Our youth The ugliest look - A frown The greatest "shot in the arm" - Encouragement The greatest problem to overcome - Fear The most effective sleeping pill - Peace of mind The most crippling failure disease - Excuses The surest way to displease God - Unbelief The most powerful forces in life - Love The most dangerous piranha - A gossiper The Greatest Life-Giver - The Creator The worlds most incredible computer - The brain The worst thing to be without - Hope The deadliest weapon - The tongue The two most power-filled words - "I Can" The greatest asset - Faith The most worthless emotion - Self-pity The most beautiful attire - A SMILE! The most prized possession - Self esteem The most powerful channel of communication - Prayer The most contagious spirit - Enthusiasm The most urgent need - SALVATION The greatest attribute of the prophets - Obedience The GREATEST - GOD
  2. Pleeeeeeeeeease Tell Me You Know This

    salam alaikum its Imad Ramy :D (www.)"you can't post links until you reach 50 posts_anasheed(contact admin if its a beneficial link)/artist/ImadRami.html"]you can't post links until you reach 50 posts_anasheed(contact admin if its a beneficial link)/artist/ImadRami.html[/url]
  3. Islamic Stuff

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  4. A Silent Prayer

    A SILENT PRAYER by Samantha Sanchez O Allah! Please grant me one Who will be the garment for my soul Who will satisfy half of my deen And in doing so make me whole Make him righteous and on your path In all he'll do and say And sprinkle water on me at Fajr Reminding me to pray May he earn from halal sources And spend within his means May he seek Allah's guidance always To fulfil all his dreams May he always refer to Qur'an and the Sunnah as his moral guide May he thank and appreciate Allah For the woman at his side May he be conscious of his anger And often fast and pray Be charitable and sensitive In every possible way May he honour and protect me And guide me in this life And please Allah! Make me worthy to be his loving wife And finally, O Allah! Make him abundant in love and laughter In taqwa and sincerity In striving for the hereafter
  5. To My Bestest Friend

    TO MY BESTEST FRIEND Every evening As I'm laying here in bed This tiny little prayer Keeps running thru my head God bless my mom and dad And bless my little pup And look out for my brother When things aren't looking up And God, there's one more thing I wish that you could do Hope you don't mind me asking But please bless my 'puter too?? Now I know that's not normal To bless a mother board But just listen a second While I explain to you, my Lord You see, that little metal box Holds more than odds & ends Inside those small compartments Rest hundreds of my 'BEST FRIENDS' Some it's true I've never seen And most I've never met We've never exchanged hugs Or shared a meal as yet.... I know for sure they like me By the kindness that they give And this little scrap of metal Is how I travel to where they live By faith is how I know them Much the same as you I share in what life brings them From that our friendship grew
  6. Story From a Police Officer Extracted from a lecture by Muhammad AlShareef, obtained from Khutbah.com. A police officer in a Muslim country wrote the following letter to a Shaykh describing the events that led to his return to Allah. He recalls: Seeing accidents and crash victims was a normal part of my day, but one incident was different. My partner and I had parked on the shoulder of the highway and began to chat. In a random second, the scene shattered to the hideous sound of metal bodies becoming one. We threw our heads back to see what had happened: a head-on collision, the result of a vehicle slipping into the lane of the oncoming traffic. You couldn’t describe the carnage. Two young men sprawled in the first car, both in critical condition. We carried them gently away from the car and rested them on the ground. Quickly we returned to assist the owner of the second car. He was dead. Back we went to the two young men lying side by side on the pavement. My partner began dictating the Shahadah to them. “Say: La iIaha illAllah (there is no god but Allah), La iIaha illAllah…†... their tongues wouldn’t acknowledge. They started humming the hypnotic lyrics of some song. I was terrified. My partner had experience however and he kept repeating his instruction. I stood watching, no movement, eyes locked. Never in my life had I seen anything similar to what was going on before me. In fact, I’ve never actually seen someone die, and never in such a satanic way. My partner continued to instruct them to say the Shahadah but there was no use. The hum of their song came to a slow silence, slowly. The first one stopped and then the other. Not a stir. Dead. We carried them to our patrol car, my partner made no effort to speak. Not a whisper between us two as we carried the corpses to the nearest hospital. "Has not the Time arrived for the Believers that their hearts in all humility should engage in the remembrance of Allah and of the Truth which has been revealed (to them), and that they should not become like those to whom was given Revelation aforetime, but long ages passed over them and their hearts grew hard? For many among them are rebellious transgressors." Al Quran 57:16
  7. Can You Do It?

    LOOOOLLL its workeddd tested it on my sisters loooll
  8. Anything For Allah

    Anything for Allah Khabaab (Radiallaho Anho) is one of those fortunate persons who offered themselves for sacrifice and suffering for the cause of Allah (Subhanahu wa Taala). He was the sixth or seventh person to embrace Islam and therefore, he suffered long. He was made to put on steel armor and lie in the sun to sweat. Very often he was made to lie flat on burning sand, which caused the flesh on his back to dissolve. He was the slave of a woman. When she came to know that he was visiting Rasulullah (Sallallaho Alaihi Wassallam), she used to brand his head with a hot iron rod. Umar (Radiallaho Anho) during his Caliph once asked him about the details of his suffering after embracing Islam. He showed him his back, seeing which Umar (Radiallaho Anho) said, "I have never seen such a back before." He said, "My body was dragged over heaps of burning coal and the blood and fat coming out of my back put out the fire." When Islam spread and the Muslims conquered all the surrounding territory, he used to weep and say, "Allah (Subhanahu wa Taala) seems to be compensating us in this world for all our sufferings and perhaps nothing would be left for us as reward in the Akhirah". Source: From the Book "Stories of the Sahabah" by Shaikh Muhammad Zakariyya Kandhalvi. Such were the followers of the Prophet (peace be upon him) who were ready to give anything but their faith in Allah. On the other hand, we Muslims today are ready to sell our iman for little material gains!
  9. Cracked & Proud Of It

    Cracked & Proud Of It A water bearer in India had two large pots, each hung on each end of a pole which he carried across his neck. One of the pots had a crack in it, and while the other pot was perfect and always delivered a full portion of water at the end of the long walk from the stream to the master's house, the cracked pot arrived only half full. For a full two years this went on daily, with the bearer delivering only one and a half pots full of water in his master's house. Of course, the perfect pot was proud of its accomplishments, perfect to the end for which it was made. But the poor cracked pot was ashamed of its own imperfection, and miserable that it was able to accomplish only half of what it had been made to do. After two years of what it perceived to be a bitter failure, it spoke to the water bearer one day by the stream. "I am ashamed of myself, and I want to apologize to you." "Why?" asked the bearer. "What are you ashamed of?" "I have been able, for these past two years, to deliver only half my load because this crack in my side causes water to leak out all the way back to your master's house. Because of my flaws, you have to do all of this work, and you don't get full value from your efforts," the pot said. The water bearer felt sorry for the old cracked pot, and in his compassion he said, "As we return to the master's house, I want you to notice the beautiful flowers along the path." Indeed, as they went up the hill, the old cracked pot took notice of the sun warming the beautiful wild flowers on the side of the path, and this cheered it some. But at the end of the trail, it still felt bad because it had leaked out half its load, and so again it apologized to the bearer for its failure. The bearer said to the pot, "Did you notice that there were flowers only on your side of your path, but not on the other pot's side? That's because I have always known about your flaw, and I took advantage of it. I planted flower seeds on your side of the path, and every day while we walk back from the stream, you've watered them. For two years I have been able to pick these beautiful flowers to decorate my master's table. Without you being just the way you are, he would not have this beauty to grace his house." Each of us has our own unique flaws. We're all cracked pots. In God's great economy, nothing goes to waste.
  10. Cracked & Proud Of It

    salam alaikum alhumdulilah u liked it :D y must i state source of poem? its the moral of the story i am trying to get past, not if its true or not and most of the things i post are either from emails or just from Islamic websites
  11. A Great Conversation

    In The Name Of The Judge A Great Conversation A man came to Iyas Ibn Mu'awiyah, a Muslim judge famous for his wisdom, and the following conversation took place between them: What is the Islamic rulling regarding wine Judge: It is Haram (Forbidden). Man: How about water? Judge: It is Halal (Permissible). Man: How about dates and grapes? Judge: They are Halal. Man: Why is it that all these ingredients are Halal, and yet when you combine them, they become Haram? The judge looked at the man and said: If I hit you with this handful of dirt, do you think it would hurt you? Man: It would not. Judge: How about if I hit you with this handful of straw? Man: It would not hurt me. Judge: How about a handful of water? Man: It surely would not hurt me. Judge: How about if I mix them, and let them dry to become a brick, and then hit you with it, would it hurt you? Man: It would hurt me and might even kill me! Judge: The same reasoning applies to what you asked me!! Allahuma Salee Wa Salem Wa Barek 3alaa Saedenah Muhammad
  12. Take Time

    TAKE TIME Take time to think; It is the source of power. Take time to read; It is the foundation of wisdom Take time to play; It is the secret of staying young. Take time to be quiet; It is the opportunity to seek God. Take time to be aware It is the opportunity to help others Take time to love and be loved; It is God's greatest gift. Take time to laugh; It is the music of the soul. Take time to be friendly; It is the road to happiness. Take time to laugh; It is the music of the soul. Take time to be friendly; It is the road to happiness. Take time to dream; It is what the future is made of. Take time to pray; It is the greatest power on earth.
  13. Let's Do It Anyway

    Let's Do It Anyway People are unreasonable, illogical and self-centred.... Love them anyway. If you do good, people will accuse you of selfish ulterior motives.... Do good anyway. If you are successful, you will win false friends and true enemies.... Succeed anyway. Honesty and frankness make you vulnerable.... Be honest and frank anyway. The good you do today will be forgotten tomorrow.... Do Good anyway. The biggest people with the biggest ideas can be shot down by the smallest people with the smallest minds.... Think big anyway. People favour underdogs but follow only top dogs... Fight for some underdogs anyway. What you spend years building may be destroyed overnight... Build anyway Give the world the best you have and you'll get kicked in the teeth.... Give the world the best you've got anyway. For we live this live to seek for mardhatillah, that is to gain the pleasure of Allah s.w.t and not to gain pleasure from others...
  14. Let's Do It Anyway

    salam alaikum alhumdulilah u liked it :D no i did not write it:)
  15. Making A Difference

    Making A Difference A friend of mine was walking down a deserted Mexican beach at sunset. As he walked along, he began to see another man in the distance. As he grew nearer, he noticed that the local native kept leaning down, picking something up and throwing it out into the water. Time and again he kept hurling things out into the ocean. As my friend approached even closer, he noticed that the man was picking up starfish that had washed up on the beach, and, one at a time, he was throwing them back into the water. My friend was puzzled. He approached the man and said. "Good evening, friend. I was wondering what you are doing." "I'm throwing these starfish back into the ocean. You see, it's low tide right now and all of these starfish have been washed up onto the shore. If I don't throw them back into the sea, they'll die up here from lack of oxygen." "I understand," my friend replied, "but there must be thousands of starfish on this beach. You can't possibly get to all of them. There are simply too many. And don't you realize this is probably happening on hundreds of beaches all up and down this coast. Can't you see that you can't possibly make a difference?" The local native smiled, bent down and picked up yet another starfish, and as he threw it back into the sea, he replied, "Made a difference to that one!" There are millions of little things we can do, without taking much effort, to make this world a better place.
  16. A True Story..

    One day a family called me and asked me to participate in washing a dead woman related to them. I went and entered the room in which the body was laid. The family members locked the door from outside. I was kept alone with the dead body in the room. I started reciting verses of the Quran and sought refuge while supplicating (saying 'duaas') until my body calmed down. Then I asked Allah to help me and I started to wash the dead body. Everything needed was provided. As I opened to look at the body of the woman, it was so dark like a piece of charcoal. I started getting worried; however I struggled to complete the wash expecting rewards from Allah. While I started washing the body, to my surprise, her flesh was peeling off her body like pieces of cotton. I quickly finished the wash and prepared the dead body without realizing how I completed the task. Then I knocked the door for the family to let me out, they did not believe that I had finished. I confessed that I had completed the wash. Then they opened the door and I quickly ran away and went back home. I spent three sleepless nights and kept on weeping. Thereafter I called one of the scholars and explained to him what I saw. He told me as far as darkening of the face is concerned, that indicates that she used not to pray (the 5 daily prayers). Regarding peeling off of her flesh, that indicates she never covered her body and did not wear 'hijab' . After the funeral days were over, I went to the woman's family so that I confirm what I heard. I initially asked them why did you lock me in? They said before you, three ladies came in and all refused to wash her after having seen her (dark) face. We did not have a choice except to lock you in so that you wash her. Then I asked how her life was, they said she used not to pray and used not to wear hijab ." (Oh Allah protect our Muslim daughters and women). Ameen. Allahumma 'allimna ma yanfa 'una, wa anfa 'na bima 'allamtana. "O Allaah, teach us what is useful & let us benefit from what you have taught us."
  17. Motherhood

    Motherhood A conversation between friends... We are sitting at lunch when my friend casually mentions that she and her husband are thinking of "starting a family". "We're taking a survey," she says,half-joking. "Do you think I should have a baby?" "It will change your life," I say, carefully keeping my tone neutral. "I know," she says, "no more sleeping in on weekends, no more spontaneous vacations...." But that is not what I meant at all. I look at my friend, trying to decide what to tell her. I want her to know what she will never learn in childbirth classes. I want to tell her that the physical wounds of child bearing will heal, but that becoming a mother will leave her with an emotional wound so raw that she will forever be vulnerable. I consider warning her that she will never again read a newspaper without asking "What if that had been MY child?" That every plane crash, every house fire will haunt her. That when she sees pictures of starving children, she will wonder if anything could be worse than watching your child die. I look at her carefully manicured nails and stylish suit and think that no matter how sophisticated she is, becoming a mother will reduce her to the primitive level of a bear protecting her cub. That an urgent call of "Mom!" will cause her to drop a souffle or her best crystal without a moment's hesitation. I feel I should warn her that no matter how many years she has invested in her career, she will be professionally derailed by motherhood. She might arrange for childcare, but one day she will be going into an important business meeting and she will think of her baby's sweet smell. She will have to use every ounce of her discipline to keep from running home, just to make sure her baby is alright. I want my friend to know that everyday decisions will no longer be routine. That a five-year-old boy's desire to go to the men's room rather than the women's at McDonald's will become a major dilemma. That right there, in the midst of clattering trays and screaming children, issues of independence and gender identity will be weighed against the prospect that a child molester may be lurking in that restroom. However decisive she may be at the office, she will second-guess herself constantly as a mother. Looking at my attractive friend, I want to assure her that eventually she will shed the pounds of pregnancy, but she will never feel the same about herself. That her life, now so important, will be of less value to her once she has a child. That she would give it up in a moment to save her offspring, but will also begin to hope for more years - not to accomplish her own dreams, but to watch her child accomplish theirs. I want her to know that a cesarean scar or shiny stretch marks will become badges of honor. My friend's relationship with her husband will change, but not in the way she thinks. I wish she could understand how much more you can love a man who is careful to powder the baby or who never hesitates to play with his child.
  18. Motherhood

    I think she should know that she will fall in love with him again for reasons she would now find very unromantic. I wish my friend could sense the bond she will feel with women throughout history who have tried to stop war, prejudice and drunk driving. I hope she will understand why I can think rationally about most issues, but become temporarily insane when I discuss the threat of nuclear war to my children's future. I want to describe to my friend the exhilaration of seeing your child learn to ride a bike. I want to capture for her the belly laugh of a baby who is touching the soft fur of a dog or a cat for the first time. I want her to taste the joy that is so real, it actually hurts. My friend's quizzical look makes me realize that tears have formed in my eyes. "You'll never regret it," I finally say. Then I reach across the table, squeeze my friend's hand and offer a silent prayer for her, and for me, and for all of the mere mortal women who stumble their way into this most wonderful of callings. The blessed gift of God and that of being a Mother.
  19. Mans Best Kept Secret: Revealed By: Aaron Greenwich, 17 I'm real mad. Because ever since March 3rd 1998, I've been searching for a point in my life. That day in March, I went to this party..you know, one of those parties with high power music rockin the house, plenty of booze and endless variations of drugs, and plenty of (well, to put it mildly) shameless girls and drunk boys. So I guess I smoked too many joints, and I ended up in the hospital for three weeks. That gave me time to think over life. Okay, we are born, grow older, wiser, and each of us develops our own personalities for better or worse. We all try to reach the top of the world and either we do or we spend our lives trying to. Basically we live to have more, always. Don't u see? You wake up, get dressed make yourself look good, go to school come back do your homework, have some fun and to sleep. And it never changes. All right, then u graduate and go to work or raise some kids. But it keeps repeating. U know that saying, "History repeats itself?" It does, but then we die. Now for some reason humans spend so much time pondering over every single atom on earth except death. I know it scares them. Why wouldn't it? It happens to everyone and no one knows why. Well, MOST people don't know why. But I do. You think all those d*** cruel people who lived on this earth (I can name millions) will get away with everything they did? And those few good will go un-rewarded? So anyway we die. We leave behind everything. EVERYTHING. You think that the Porsche u spent your whole life trying to get is going with u? The only things that're going with u are your burial clothes and coffin, if that even. And there is one other thing, but it's unseen. Your deeds. ALLLL the things u did in this life, good and bad, go with you. And so we're in the grave. What happens to you in the grave is another story but basically your body rots. I mean your "this life" body. The body that we had for (if we are lucky) 80 years is gone and with it our doings! Alright so you're out of the picture. Gone. Then, fellow Americans, if we are not here to live life like a party..whats the point? WHY DO WE LIVE ?
  20. Mans Best Kept Secret: Revealed

    Why do so many people commit suicide? Because they never had the answer to the above question. Some people know. Some. And its mans best kept secret. I know what your thinking. "Oh god he's gonna preach us on religion. Not exactly;) It's a WAY OF LIFE, and what if I told u its called Islam? I'm Christian. But Christianty is a RELIGION not a WAY OF LIFE. 80% of Americans are "Christians", but sad to say, look at them. Homosexuality, suicide, drugs, adultery, even among their own preachers is common. I should know. The old pastor at my church got kicked out for molesting a child. I'm not attacking anyone. I'm saying the facts. Besides that, it doesn't make sense. Neither do the other million "religions" found on this earth. They all claim to be simple religions, usually claiming belief in one god. But they are lacking in on truth, the facts. Alright, Aaron get on to your point. Sure. What was my 1st sentence? I'm real mad. Why? Cause everyone knows about Islam. And they ignore it, hide it. Why did I learn everything in school except Islam? From Greek God sh** to Buddha. If u read one verse of Islam's book you will believe me. Guaranteed. Because it is the Truth. And its mans best-kept secret. They hide it because it reminds them of the TRUE PURE REAL point of life..They want us to be just like them, monsters in disgiuse, filthy, do every sin under the sun and call it a "life". I will not fall again into that trap most of us fell into. I have a life. I have Islam. I'm sorry Jean, Dad and mostly Gramps, a pious Christian who tried to change my views. Im stepping down from my old way of life AND my old religion. I started this letter as a Christian but I end it as a Muslim. "I BEAR WITNESS THAT THERE IS NO GOD WORTHY OF WORSHIP EXCEPT Allah AND MUHAMMAD IS THE LAST MESSENGER." Always, Aaron
  21. God's Ways

    God's Ways Allah (SWT) has a way of allowing us to be in the right place at the right time.... I was walking down a dimly lit street late one evening when I heard muffled screams coming from behind a clump of bushes. Alarmed, I slowed down to listen and panicked when I realized that what I was hearing were the unmistakable sounds of a struggle: heavy grunting, frantic scuffling and tearing of fabric. Only yards from where stood, a woman was being attacked. Should I get involved? I was frightened for my own safety and cursed myself for having suddenly decided to take a new route home that night. What if I became another statistic? Shouldn't I just run to the nearest phone and call the police? Although it seemed an eternity, the deliberations in my head had taken only seconds, but already the cries were growing weaker. I knew I had to act fast. How could I walk away from this? No, I finally resolved, I could not turn my back on the fate of this unknown woman, even if it meant risking my own life. I am not a brave man, nor am I athletic. I don't know where I found the moral courage and physical strength-but once I had finally resolved to help the girl. I became strangely transformed. I ran behind the bushes and pulled the assailant off the woman. Grappling, we fell to the ground where we wrestled for a few minutes until the attacker jumped up and escaped. Panting hard, I scrambled upright and approached the girl, who was crouched behind a tree, sobbing. In the darkness, I could barely see her outline, but I could certainly sense her trembling shock. Not wanting to frighten her further, I at first spoke to her from a distance. It's OK," I said soothingly. "The man ran away. You're safe now." There was a long pause and then I heard the words, uttered in wonder, in amazement. "Dad, is that you?" And then, from behind the tree, stepped my youngest daughter, Maliha. Do all the good you can, In all the ways you can, In all the places you can, At all times you can, To all the people you can
  22. Imapcting Lives

    Impacting Lives... Afshan Ahmad stood in front of her fifth-grade class on the very first day of school in the fall and told the children a lie. Like most teachers, she looked at her pupils and said that she loved them all the same, that she would treat them all alike. And that was impossible because there in front of her, slumped in his seat on the third row, was a little boy named Bilal Khan. Mrs. Ahmad had watched Bilal the year before and noticed he didn't play well with the other children, that his clothes were unkempt and that he constantly needed a bath. And Bilal was unpleasant. It got to the point during the first few months that she would actually take delight in marking his papers with a broad red pen, making bold X's and then marking the F at the top of the paper biggest of all. Because Bilal was a sullen little boy, no one else seemed to enjoy him, either. At the school where Mrs. Ahmad taught, she was required to review each child's records and put Bilal's off until last. When she opened his file, she was in for a surprise. His first-grade teacher wrote, "Bilal is a bright, inquisitive child with a ready laugh. He does his work neatly and has goodmanners...he is a joy to be around." His second-grade teacher wrote, "Bilal is an excellent student, well-liked by his classmates, but he is troubled because his mother has a terminal illness and life at home must be a struggle." His third-grade teacher wrote, "Bilal continues to work hard but his mother's death has been hard on him. He tries to do his best but his father doesn't show much interest and his home life will soon affect him if some steps aren't taken." Bilal's fourth-grade teacher wrote, "Bilal is withdrawn and doesn't show much interest in school. He doesn't have many friends and sometimes sleeps in class. He is tardy and could become a problem." By now Mrs. Ahmad realized the problem, but Eid was coming fast. It was all she could do, with the school play and all, until the day before the holidays began and she was suddenly forced to focus on Bilal Khan. Her children brought her presents, all in beautiful ribbon and bright paper, except for Bilal's, which was clumsily wrapped in the heavy, brown paper of a scissored grocery bag. Mrs. Ahmad took pains to open it in the middle of the other presents. Some of the children started to laugh when she found a rhinestone bracelet with some of the stones missing, and a used pair of gloves. She stifled the children's laughter when she exclaimed how pretty the bracelet was, putting it on, and wearing the gloves. Bilal Khan stayed behind just long enough to say, "Mrs. Ahmad, today you looked just like my mom used to." After the children left she cried for at least an hour. On that very day, she quit teaching reading, and writing, and speaking. Instead, she began to teach children. Afshan Ahmad paid particular attention to one they all called "Bilal." As she worked with him, his mind seemed to come alive. The more she encouraged him, the faster he responded. On days there would be an important test, Mrs. Ahmad would remember that cologne. By the end of the year he had become one of the smartest children in the class and...well, he had also become the "pet" of the teacher who had once vowed to love all of her children exactly the same. A year later she found a note under her door, from Bilal, telling her that of all the teachers he'd had in elementary school, she was his favorite. Six years went by before she got another note from Bilal. He then wrote that he had finished high school, third in his class, and she was still his favorite teacher of all time.
  23. Imapcting Lives

    Four years after that,she got another letter, saying that while things had been tough at times, he'd stayed in school, had stuck with it, and would graduate from college with the highest of honors. He assured Mrs. Ahmad she was still his favorite teacher. Then four more years passed and yet another letter came. This time he explained that after he got his bachelor's degree, he decided to go a little further. The letter explained that she was still his favorite teacher but that now his name was a little longer. The letter was signed, Bilal F. Khan, M.D. The story doesn't end there. You see, there was yet another letter that spring. Bilal said he'd met this girl and was to be married. He explained that his father had died a couple of years ago and he was wondering...well, if Mrs. Ahmad might agree to sit in the front row usually reserved for the immediate family of the groom. And guess what, she wore that bracelet, the one with several rhinestones missing. And on that special day, Afshan Ahmad looked just like... well, just like the way Bilal remembered his mother looking on their last Eid together. THE MORAL: You never can tell what type of impact you may make on another's life by your actions or lack of action. Consider this fact in your venture through life.
  24. 800 Km Away From Hell!

    A brother in Saudi Arabia went to pray in one of the Masjids there. After the prayer a sheikh(the one clean corpses) there stood up and said he wants to tell a story. He said he and his friends left Riyad to travel to another town. They were going on a trip to Dammam. He swears by the One that they were leaving to do things that Allah doesnt accept(sins). He says they passed by a sign that says Dammam 300 Km. His friends said 300 Km to Dammam but he said that he reads Hell 300 Km. His friends laughed at him but he was serious. They continue and then comes another sign saying Dammam 200 Km. He looks and again it says Hell 200 Km. He told his friends and they told him to stop and not spoil the trip. The sign Dammam 100 Km appeared and again he saw it Hell 100 Km. He asked them to drop him here because he doesnt want to continue this strange trip. His heart was giving strange beats. He felt starnge. He left them and crossed the highway to the otherside to go back to Riyad. He waited to get a lift for a while. A man stopped and picked him up. The man looked very sad. Our friend wanted to change this guys mood so he started to laugh with him and then asked what was wrong. He said I passed by a car accident and never in my life have I seen one worse in my life. He described a car similar to that of his friends. It was his friends all dead. He left Riyad with the intention of sinning and returned with the intention of never sinning Allah Almighty. He told the people listening in the Masjid that you all tell yourselves that you are still young. He said he was lucky because Allah Almighty gave him an example. He told them but Allah might give your friends an example your evil death. So brothers and sisters lets not wait for Allah's blessings come to us. Lets go and reach out for Allah and make our deaths a good example for our friends not an evil one. May Allah give us a good death. Ameen. Allahumma 'allimna ma yanfa 'una, wa anfa 'na bima 'allamtana. "O Allaah, teach us what is useful & let us benefit from what you have taught us."
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