Hey peeps, Assalamu Alaikum:)

I pray that you all are well. I’m getting nikahed in March, insha’Allah. Please pray everything goes well and Allah puts Barakah in this marriage. Ameen. I hope you all get married as well.

I won’t be posting here from now, insha’Allah.

Keep me in your duas,

Wasalams

[Qur’an]
Verily, with every difficulty, there is ease. Truly, with every
difficulty there is ease.
Surah Nashr 94, 5-6

[Lessons from this Verse]
Hand in hand with every difficulty comes two types of ease! Are
you finding difficulty today? What blessings have you forgotten
to focus on?

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Suleman Muradi Nizami
Team, YaNabi.com
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(1) Almighty Allah wrote Sayyiduna Rasulullah (Sal Allaho Alaiyhe Wa Sallam’s) name in the Heavens and in the seven skies.

(2) The Angels were commanded to bow down to Nabi Adam (alaihis salaam), because he had the Nur (Light) of Sayyiduna Rasulullah (Sal Allaho Alaiyhe Wa Sallam) on his blessed forehead.

(3) After the birth of Sayyiduna Rasulullah (Sal Allaho Alaiyhe Wa Sallam) , Shaytaan could not go into the skies and steal news from the Angels.

(4) Sayyiduna Rasulullah (Sal Allaho Alaiyhe Wa Sallam) used to be cradled by the Angels when he was a child.

(5) While he was in his cradle, he used to speak to the moon and the moon used to move in the whichever direction Sayyiduna Rasulullah (Sal Allaho Alaiyhe Wa Sallam’s) blessed fingers moved.

(6) He could see behind him while looking in front of him.

(7) He could see in the darkness as well as he could see in the daylight.

(8) His blessed saliva revived those who were sick.

(9) While his eyes were closed, his heart was awake.

(10) He never yawned during his entire lifetime.

(11) His perspiration had the scent of sweet roses.

(12) Although he was of medium height, he looked taller when he stood next to a tall person.

(13) He did not have a shadow, either in the sunlight or the moonlight.

(14) No flies, mosquitoes or any other kind of insects ever came onto his blessed body or clothes.

(15) His clothes never got dirty, no matter how long he wore them.

(16) The Angels followed him wherever he walked.

(17) When he stepped on a rock, his footprint would be left on it.

(18) He possessed the greatest wisdom of all creations.

(19) Almighty Allah put the name of the Holy Prophet (Sal Allaho Alaiyhe Wa Sallam) next to His Name in the Kalimah Shahaadah.

(20) Other Ambiya were Prophets for a certain country or special nation. He was the Prophet unto the entire creation.

(21) The Ummah of Sayyiduna Rasulullah (Sal Allaho Alaiyhe Wa Sallam) , are more than that of all the Ummahs of all the other Ambiya put together.

(22) To call to Sayyiduna Rasulullah (Sal Allaho Alaiyhe Wa Sallam) with his name or to speak loudly before him isprohibited since it is disrespectful to do so.

(23) He was visited approximately twenty four thousand times by Sayyiduna Jibra’el (alaihis salaam).

(24) Sayyiduna Rasulullah (Sal Allaho Alaiyhe Wa Sallam’s)

wives and daughters are the best in the world. There are no women more superior to them.

(25) The soil in the grave of Sayyiduna Rasulullah (Sal Allaho Alaiyhe Wa Sallam) is superior to every other place, including that of the Holy Kaaba.

(26) Sayyiduna Rasulullah (Sal Allaho Alaiyhe Wa Sallam) is alive in his grave. He reads the Holy Quran and even performs his Salaah in the grave.

(27) His grave is visited by thousands of Angels daily. Those Angels who visit his grave once, do no get a second chance to visit his grave.

(28) It is obligatory on every Muslim to love Sayyiduna Rasulullah (Sal Allaho Alaiyhe Wa Sallam) . The sign of love for him is to adapt his way of life and always remember him.

(29) It is Waajib (compulsory) to follow and love the Ahle Bait (Family of Sayyiduna Rasulullah Sal Allaho Alaiyhe Wa Sallam). Sayyiduna Rasulullah (Sal Allaho Alaiyhe Wa Sallam) declared: “He who has hostility towards my Ahle Bait is a hypocrite.”

(30) It is also necessary to love all the Companions (Sahaba) of Sayyiduna Rasulullah (Sal Allaho Alaiyhe Wa Sallam) . Sayyiduna Rasulullah (Sal Allaho Alaiyhe Wa Sallam) declared, “After my demise, do not feel hostility towards my Sahaba. Loving them means loving me. He who hurts them also hurts me. He who hurts me also hurts Almighty Allah and those who hurt Almighty Allah are tormented by Him.”

(31) Sayyiduna Rasulullah (Sal Allaho Alaiyhe Wa Sallam) is aware of all the actions of his Ummah.

(32) He was granted Mee’raj by Almighty Allah.

 - By Talal Sarwani
Source: Internet

There’s a very interesting worldwide phenomena taking place among the Muslim youth of today.  Everyone’s favourite bit of Sunnah has become the advice of the Prophet (SA’AS) to get married ASAP.  Alhamdulillah, the wisdom of that advice is nothing short of Divine, but the abuse of that advice is causing much trouble in the Ummah today.  That trouble has manifested itself into the most hated of what is Halaal: Talaq (Divorce).  Kids are getting married right, left and centre, lost in some romanticized version of what married life seems to be about, and the second they find themselves stuck in a mud of responsibility, it’s time to flip out the cell phone and SMS your significant other:  I divorce you I divorce you I divorce you…Indeed, it is a time of cowards.

So I set out to investigate what was causing this desperate desire for the Great Hook-up.  What did I find? Were the beards really growin’ and the brows left un-threaded? Were the kufis being worn and the hijabs being tightened? Was the thawb and the ‘abaya truly being donned? Was the scent of ‘oud aromafying the surroundings? Read on, brothers and sisters, read on for the truth….The number one danger towards the one who is single, is to be around those who have newly become doubles.  It’s been referred to in the past as The Fever.  The Fever is not just the feeling that one needs to get hitched; it’s the malady that causes such feelings simply from having attended the hitching ceremonies of all-too-many people in an all-too-short amount of time.  For proof of the existence of this syndrome, please go up to any brother (Though I claim to know their perspective as well, out of respect, I shall take the fifth as far as sisters are concerned) during the summer, especially during this Summer of a Thousand Weddings.  You’ll hear the usual talk of empty hearts needing companionship, of guys swooning over she who looked back and if you’re around one after someone else’s wedding, a feeling of slight dejection rather than complete happiness for his just betrothed brother and sister.  The Fever is a powerful thing, taking over the life of he or she who is stung by it, causing him or her to find themselves raising their hands to Allah every night, asking for either the filling of their empty hearts or at the very least a respite from their feelings.

So, brothas and sistas, if you find yourself in this most unwanted predicament, the prescription is as follows:  Step 1: Lower your gaze  Step 2: Pray for the feeling to go away  Step 3: Lower your gaze Step 4: Don’t talk to others about your predicament (you’ll realize they’re in the same hole, and then the both of you will wallow in each other’s misery) Step 5: Lower your gaze Rinse. Spit. Repeat.
 
InshaAllah The Fever should soon subside and all will be back to normal.  HOWEVER, say the ol’ heart sparks at the just barely-sighted-glance of a certain someone, then be sure to follow the following steps. Now, keep in mind this is the ONLY acceptable follow-up to that “cue the chorus” moment.  Consider this your final warning not to join certain committees of certain organizations, “accidentally” finding certain someones sitting there.  BONUS: Step 6: ISTIKHARA TIME!!!!!!!! Possible Step 7 for Brothers: Be a Man.  Call her parents.  Possible Step 7 for Sisters: Just sit there all coy and shy (I keed, I keed).

This prescription is signed and endorsed by Shaykh (of the Polaroid Picture kind) Ishq ibn Al-Hubbatani, so you better believe it works.  There is however a lot more that contributes to the I Think I Love You, Marry Me syndrome plaguing the Ummah today.  The majority of these causes rests in the realm of what a brother once said: “Blame it on the Deen”.  The Romantic Islam As a preface to what follows, let me say that this topic includes far more than I can write about in this space, so I’m not gonna cover anything… I mean everything.  There’s literally an incredible amount of things that fall into The Romantic Islam, but I’ll just touch upon these two of varying extremes, to give you just a taste of what I mean.  I’m using the word romantic not in the sense of an ideal, but in the plain old Qais- The Majnu/Romeo and their Laila/Juliet sense.  These are those bits (according to the very doubtable research done for this) of Islam that when people gain knowledge of them, at a certain time of their lives, in that certain state of mind, all havoc lets loose, the hearts open up in need, and the shaitaan is called in for playtime.

You… complete… me… When Tom Cruise uttered those words to his love in Jerry McGuire, the heart of every woman in movie theaters around the world let out a collective sigh.  If only they knew what Muslimahs had already known for centuries, or at least what they did, once, know. I’m referring to the oft-repeated hadith of the Lone Hearted: Narrated by Anas (r), who reported that the Prophet(SA’AS) said: When a man marries, he has fulfilled half of his religion… We are the creations of a Creator who knows our innards better than we know our names, so when we experience this wisdom that has been passed down to us, our hearts yell: SUBHANALLAH!!! I NEED to get married.  Let’s just face it, this hadith makes everyone feel good about things, and is among the greatest proliferators of Wandering Heart technology. Do note the “…”, because you rarely ever hear the rest of the hadith: so let him fear Allah regarding the remaining half.  ‘Nuff said, yo. Fo schizzle.  Sweet Nothings Ahem, the following is a very interesting tidbit.  It’s something I gleaned from a brother in whom the desire to be wed was gnawing at him from the inside.  We were in a room with just pillows on the floor to chill on.  It of course happened to be a time of someone else’s wedding, which is why I just sat relaxing after a long night of partying with the *cough*aunties*cough*.

So, this brother comes up to me, with a copy of Sahih Bukhari of all things, and he prompts me to read: Volume 2, Book 21, Number 258: Narrated ‘Aisha (r): After offering the Sunnah of the Fajr prayer, the Prophet used to talk to me, if I happened to be awake; otherwise he would lie down till the Iqama call was proclaimed (for the Fajr prayer).  “Alright”, I thought, “so?”  He plopped himself down onto the floor, and with a bleary-eyed look, said: “Wouldn’t it be amazing to have someone to talk to when you wake up a little early for Fajr?” Let’s just say he didn’t take too kindly at me falling over from laughter nor my suggestion that he could always give me a call anytime he feels lonely at that hour.  If you’re in this state.  Brothers and sisters please follow the prescription given to you above, and inshaAllah spare the rest of us from stomach-hurting hilarity.  The End of This Alas, all great things come to an end, as must this column. I just barely touched upon what I really wanted to talk about, but my mind is not in a state of organization, so I leave you with this little conclusion.

Realize that marriage isn’t a joke or little fling you go through.  It’s a responsibility, where the third party in the trust between a husband and wife is Allah.  All this talk of love and all that jazz is a distraction, so pay little attention to it. There is ONE person for whom you are meant, inshaAllah, so take care of your personal half of your deen, and Allah will provide you with the best of companionship. Take the Halaal way, and you’ll feel it yourself.  The second the Nikah is done, the man and woman are infused with a feeling of rahmah towards each other granted to them by Allah.  It’s akin to that sudden mercy felt by one who has just become a parent.  It’s not something you can understand beforehand.  There’s lots of things in Islam that stir the hearts, but they are there to convince you of the correctness of the Straight Path.  Don’t let the shaitaan lead you astray when he discovers the state of your heart and mind.  Seek refuge and establish trust in Allah, for that is the only way to keep yourself on the Sirat-Al-Mustaqeem.

Someone once questioned the hurried rush to marriage seen in the Ummah, and couldn’t understand how they took that step when they didn’t even have a way of supporting a family.  “When you’re capable of getting her the washing machine, then you’re ready to begin a life together”.  So, I humbly bow out, going back to saving a little every two weeks, so that I can inshaAllah buy whatever washing machine her heart desires < — sarcasm alert for the troublemakers among you If I offended anyone, forgive me, inshaAllah.  Oh, and to those souls who recently have been, or soon will be paired back to those they were with in Fitra, our Du’as are with you. May Allah grant you all the best in the Dunya and the Hereafter.. Ameen, Ameen, Ya Rabbil ‘Alameen.

wa alaikum as salaam

Ah, 2006 finally coming to an end with much commotion shaking our world.On a personal level, it has been a very eventful year for me.

- I turned 19.
- Two of my cousins got married, my sister got nikahed and one cousin gave birth to a son.
- I completed A levels and joined madressah.
- A friend of three years dumped me.
- So far, I travelled the most this year. Stayed in Swat, Peshawar, Murree and Karachi, almost covering the length of Pakistan.
- Travelled on a train for the first time.
- Purchased a personal domain and started this blog.
- Started two more blogs and closed one of two years.
- Gained alot of pounds (of fat).
- Got to wear the niqab I’ve always wanted to wear (one that has no flaps to go behind).
- Departed with almost all my friends and that was heart-wrenching.
- Saw snow for the first time in my life.
- Got a mobile after much hesitiation.
- Reconnected with long lost friends.
- Found a way to make cheap international calls.
- Got addicted to BBC and wikipedia.
- Wore a sari for the first time.
- Started learning French.
- Invented the English French.
- Got a laptop.
- Got in contact with wonderful people.
- Lost the most hair.
- Came to know the aweful truth about Diana’s marriage with Prince Charles.
- Felt religiously uplifted.
- Got braces.
- Quitted music on a more official level, lol.
- Saw wonderful dreams.
- Learnt to make chapatis and Chinese.
- Started studying the explanation of Quran.

All in all, I have to say, this has been the best year of my life, alhamdolilah. May Allah continue showering His blessings upon you and me. Ameen.

I wonder why isn’t anyone posting something regarding Saddam Hussein…?

I started writing this post three days ago.
“So we got back from Karachi at around 12 am today. It was good. It was weird. And it was strange.

First things first. The stench was quite noticeable and I couldn’t understand why nobody on the platform could sense it or make some annoying facial gesture in acknowledgment of the gutter aroma. People were scampering around, loading and unloading their luggage but it felt like they could smell past the stink. Its amazing what immunity can do…

There was a coach to pick us up from the railway station as soon as we arrived so gladly we were whisked off to the hotel. The hotel was great, alhamdolilah. It was close to the creek and Clifton. We got off wearily, deadly tired and in anticipation of something magically peaceful and clean. Walked through the lobby and upstairs and finally to our room. Room 136 . We got a separate room from our parents so had alot of space to move around. I headed straight to the bathroom because I’d been feeling sticky ever since we entered Sindh as it was significantly wamer than Punjab. I chucked out all the packed bathroom assesories that the staff had oh-so-royally placed for us. Took out the soap, which was about two inch long and 5 centimeter thick and washed off the journey on me. That was one relieving moment.

After a while, somebody came to call us for lunch and we headed downstairs. The eating-area looked beautiful admist fake green trees. It had no immediate roof, so it felt very open. The menu was good but the cheese burger we ordered wasn’t worth the price. I had a hard time imagining it like the salt ‘n’ pepper one in order to gulp it down. My cousin’s order took an awefully long time to come through, I think she had to order it thrice. After the great burger experience, I called a friend of mine and talked to her for long, till maghrib and whined about the studies at madressah. She listened patiently. After maghrib, we made a plan to go out to the ‘beach’. Now, I’ve come to know that Karachi has many beaches, or many names for it atleast. There’s Hawkes bay, Clifton, Sandspit (spellings?) and the creek. I saw the creek in passing but the smell kept us at a good distance. We stopped by at Clifton and finally saw the sea. Tides were rolling in and alot of people were standing quite far into the sea or so it seemed. I didn’t have a spare shoe so just went barefooted to feel the lovely gray sand. That was quite nice, except that I found it a tad oily. The water was freezing and just after standing for 5 minutes, my feet were aching and we had to come back. There was alot of merry-making going around there but it was nice. On our way back, one of the tires on my cousin’s side, went flat. We had to stop dead on the road, with the sea on the right side and block of aparment buildings on the left. So guess what did we do?

We barged into one of the apartments on our left. Prolonged the small talk till the car got fixed. That felt great, heh.

The wedding itself was fine. The arrangement was very elaborate and royal. The bride looked awesome. And so did we. Atleast some of us. But the food wasn’t upto the mark. As usual, I had piled quite an amount on my plate and although I wasn’t embarassed slipping it back on the table, but I know people sitting with me must have. Thats called social embarassement. Lately, I have to be careful about that too.

In the whole trip, the train journey stands out clearly like a patch of pimples on a face. It wasn’t a thoroughly sour experience. I enjoyed the first half of it, when we were leaving for karachi. We had food. Alot of tasty food that was more than enough for us. Moods were generally friendlier and patient. And plus the fact that we hadn’t ever been on a train, made the horrible great. One thing that gets to me while travelling is the low level of cleanliness. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not a cleanist activist at home. But the difference at home is that no matter how dirty something is, there’s always the knowledge that its not dangerous, speaking in terms of germs. Or maybe its all psychological but it keeps the body alert. I have to battle my finickiness before touching the door handle, the window pane, the metallic rods for supports. The hardest was resting my head on the pillow. That made me cringe through and through, even during my sleep. I feel like an idiot writing about my concocted crap when some people don’t even have beds to sleep. Khyr, anyway the compartment was made to hold 6 people. At night when all went to beds, I got this sudden urge to just get the heck out of it because it had become so suffocated, with the bunk roof just inches away from my face. Thats when I imagined the train crash that took place on the same route we were travelling. That was scary! Thank God, somewhere in the middle of that I fell to sleep.

The toilets:

Let me tell you that if you’re on a train, don’t hold yourself from attending the toilet. The toilets are quite clean considering they’re 100% public and they weren’t stinky at all. It was cramped but it wasn’t dirty. The toilet had this huge hole over which they had the normal Indian flush. The hole was part of a huge pipe that also brought in chilly winds from the outside.

I think the most difficult thing on the train is doing wudhu and performing salah. Wudhu is hard because the sink has very little depth so the water keeps splashing back on your hands when it should go down the drain. Also, its freezing to the core. So after one wudhu experience, you try your darnest to hold on to it tight. Salah-ing is difficult because the space provided in each compartment is less than the full length of a prayer mat and also not enough to make sajeda. So before sajeda, you have to move your head to the left and then crouch under the seat. It’d be a funny sight if someone opens the door on you; a headless body praying.

I’m sorry I don’t have any pictures to provide. Our camera was packed in some suitcase and nobody had the energy to dig it out.”

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Wow, 10 more posts till I do a century. I’m back from Karachi, alhamdolilah. The post regarding the trip is under construction.

P.S: I’m dead sick of my template. Need. To. Change. It.

Tomorrow, we’re all heading for Karachi to attend my cousin’s wedding, insha’Allah. Finally, will see the coastal city! We’re probably only staying for 2 days but I hope I can meet one of my internet friends

Insha’Allah will have loads of fun.

I got tagged by Reza a few days back but I’ve been waiting for the weekend to hit so I’m posting it now. I’m supposed to write about five weird things about me.

1. I move on dangerously fast over people and my past.

2. Its very very difficult for me to be close to someone.

3. I chew alot of paper.

4. I have made more friends by text than speech.

5. I am deeply observant to the point of annoyance.

Phew. That was hard. I know they sound simple enough but I had to shift my brains. Its really very difficult to write something about oneself. I understand the torture, so I won’t openly tag anyone. Anybody who wishes to fill it, is welcome

By my matie, Digital Nomad.

This tag is a little political and strange as it may sound, I have an eye for it So anyway, below is my result. Anyone else who wishes to take this test, please go to the political compass.

Your political compass
Economic Left/Right: -1.25
Social Libertarian/Authoritarian: -0.72

I copied this from a fellow blogger’s page.

A man and woman met for the first time on their wedding night. The man saw his wife for the first time and turned his face away. She asked him does my appearance displease you. To this he did not respond and just stayed quiet. She then asked did you not ask your Lord for guidance in this matter. He said that he made Istikhara. To this she replied then do you not trust in His decision.

It was from the union of these people that Imam Ahmad ibn Hanbal was born.

The above post emphasizes that our dreams and desires are not the final word. Sometimes we want something that is not best for us. Only Allah alone knows so ask for His a’afiyet and then make shuker on whatever He grants. Insha’Allah, you would never regret.

Qur’an: Say: “Nothing will happen to us except what Allah has decreed for us: He is our protector”: and in Allah must Believers place their trust. Surat At-Tawbah 9:51

[Lessons from this Verse] Whatever tests you are going through today, Allah knows it. He is your protector. Turn to Allah in submission and worship, placing your trust in Him, and watch what happens!

–email.

Since the past few days I’ve been reading up about Princess Diana. Strange, I know but madressah does weird things.

I’m assuming you all have a pretty good of how she died. Out of the four people in the car, only one survived-the bodyguard. His name is Trevor Rees-Jones. But unfortunetly, he can’t remember anything about the accident so its still a mystery. Anyway I was able to find out a few pictures that were taken right after the accident. Here’s just one of them. Looking at it, it seems impossible that anybody could have survived but Allah decided otherwise.

And here’s the sole survivor. His entire face has been reconstructed using some high-tech laser operation.

There are other very gruesome pictures of Diana, Dodi and Henri Paul (the driver) right after the crash but I think I should not splash them here. Here’s the interview with Trevor Rees-Jones