<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-92681266238938320</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:42:12.822-07:00</updated><category term='Believer'/><category term='Currency'/><category term='lessons'/><category term='Iman'/><category term='death'/><category term='Pearls'/><category term='Scholar'/><category term='Good'/><category term='argument'/><category term='Gaze'/><category term='Handbook'/><category term='deen'/><category term='Zakah'/><category term='hell'/><category term='forgiveness'/><category term='Sins'/><category term='Boy'/><category term='Sisters'/><category term='Feelings'/><category term='Qayyim'/><category term='Light'/><category term='Glances'/><category term='Lowering'/><category term='youth'/><category term='brothers'/><category term='Dunya'/><category term='Faith'/><category term='Heaven'/><category term='Jannah'/><category term='Bench'/><category term='sin'/><category term='plant'/><category term='Islam'/><category term='knowledge'/><category term='Wise'/><category term='Jawziya'/><category term='Muslim'/><category term='Blind'/><category term='judgement'/><category term='Park'/><category term='Ihsan'/><category term='yathrib'/><category term='Repentance'/><category term='righteousness'/><category term='day'/><category term='Deed'/><category term='backbiting'/><category term='patience'/><category term='Gender'/><category term='habits'/><category term='Akhira'/><category term='Necklace'/><category term='Ibn'/><title type='text'>The Little Things</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jannahbound.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/92681266238938320/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jannahbound.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>blessed muslimah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08414246358881832042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-92681266238938320.post-6998507860174686043</id><published>2009-05-02T20:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T20:30:39.207-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Islam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sisters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jannah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Deed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='backbiting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Good'/><title type='text'>Backbiting: Misconceptions</title><content type='html'>Assalamualaikum wa Rahmatullahi wa Barakatuh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAO7Eu7DdgM/Sf0Pq5nw9gI/AAAAAAAAABE/llgX8H-J0lA/s1600-h/MirrorClouds.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 165px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAO7Eu7DdgM/Sf0Pq5nw9gI/AAAAAAAAABE/llgX8H-J0lA/s200/MirrorClouds.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331434763573065218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been posting for a while, but insha'Allah I'll be updating more often. I've been doing a lot of self-reflection, and growing insha'Allah. May Allah SWT make all that we do for His sake beneficial, and May He grant us the best both in this world and the next. Ameen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to post something I received in an email a week or so ago. Please do read insha'Allah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma'asalam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Backbiting: Misconceptions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Backbiting is one of those Islamic topics that often gets sidelined. Appearing as one of the frequent &lt;em&gt;tarbīyyah&lt;/em&gt; topics in common circles and gatherings, the issue may be forgotten or ignored. This is severely problematic, as backbiting is one of the most devastating sins a person can ever commit, and not keeping ourselves reminded about it can lead to grave consequences. &lt;p&gt;To make it fresh in our minds again, let’s tackle the issue in a practical way. Here are 5 common misconceptions that we ourselves or others you encounter may have about backbiting, what is misunderstood, and how to respond to them.&lt;img title="More..." alt="More..." src="http://www.saqibsaab.com/wp-includes/js/tinymce/themes/advanced/images/spacer.gif" width="100%" height="10" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Misconception #5: I’m not backbiting, I’m just saying.&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;When people respond with, “I’m just saying,” they’re telling themselves that what they’re mentioning is not something so bad as backbiting, it’s just “saying” things as they are. In other words, they’re trivializing the act, and telling themselves that backbiting isn’t really all that bad.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;But backbiting is no walk in the park. It’s one of the most disgusting acts one could ever commit. That’s why Allah &lt;em&gt;subḥāna wa ta’āla&lt;/em&gt; asks those who backbite, “Would one of you love to eat the flesh of his dead brother (or sister)?”&lt;sup&gt;1&lt;/sup&gt; God Himself is comparing backbiting to something vilely rancid, so no one is fooled to think it’s not an inhuman act like that of murder or rape. The imagery of you eating the dead carcass of the person you’re talking about really paints a clear picture.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Not only that, Allah is asking us if we would love eating that flesh. It’s as if He is saying not only is backbiting as disgusting as eating that person’s dead flesh, when we backbite, it’s as if we enjoy eating it, too.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Response: Describe to them how disgusting an act backbiting really is.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“You’re not, just saying. You’re going to that person’s body after their &lt;em&gt;janāzah&lt;/em&gt;, ripping off their thigh, chewing it up, and enjoying it, too.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Misconception #4: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’m not backbiting, everyone already knows about this person, anyway.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;If a person is mentioning things about someone already known, not only are they still backbiting, they’re following the footsteps of hypocrites. The hypocrites of Medinah spread rumors about ‘Ā’isha, may Allah be pleased with her, and as a result were cursed by Allah to the depths of Hellfire.&lt;sup&gt;2&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Hellfire, which was intensified by Allah for thousands of years, turning its flame from orange to red to yellow to black&lt;sup&gt;3&lt;/sup&gt;, and burns 70 times worse than Earth’s fire (minimum 210th degree burns?)&lt;sup&gt;4&lt;/sup&gt;. The same Hellfire where those who spread lies about others get hooks pierced into their cheeks and slammed back to rip off their faces, and are given scalding hot puss to drink as relief.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;If everyone already knows about it, why spread it and potentially go to the horror that is Hell? And if not the Hellfire, then being punished in the grave with copper nails repeatedly scratching your face and chest off?&lt;sup&gt;5&lt;/sup&gt; The risk simply isn’t worth it.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Response: Remind them about the punishment of backbiting and how it makes spreading rumors not worth the risk.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“Mentioning what everyone already knows about somebody is a dangerous path to Hellfire. Is spreading the news so important that it’s worth living with black fire that’s 70 times hotter, boiling puss drinks and having your cheeks ripped off your face?”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Misconception #3: I’m not backbiting, I’m warning others about &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a person’s mistakes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Human beings have a natural desire to warn others about harm. That’s why when they see something wrong with someone else, they’ll personally identify those characteristics as a problem, make a decision to be careful about it for themselves, and naturally want to notify others about it as well.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;But that’s where the problem comes in. We want to naturally talk about someone else’s faults, but if we do, it’s backbiting. How can we get past this natural desire that’s so troublesome?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Simple. First we need to realize which of these natural tendencies is okay and which isn’t. It’s completely okay to be adverse to the faults of others. However, telling others about those mistakes, while naturally easy, is the major sin of the two.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The Prophet &lt;em&gt;sal Allahu ‘alayhi wa sallam&lt;/em&gt; said backbiting is “talking about your brother in a manner which he does not like.”&lt;sup&gt;6 &lt;/sup&gt;That means saying anything about the person that they wouldn’t want you to counts as backbiting. If you know the person you’re talking about wouldn’t like what you’re saying about them, don’t say it.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;If we feel the desire to go out and warn someone about it, do so on the person with the faults in the first place in a kind and sincere manner. Our problem as Muslims is that we talk a lot about people behind their backs but never confront them in person.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Seconldy, on an encouraging note, remember that by not backbiting, we get closer to guaranteed Paradise. The Prophet &lt;em&gt;sal Allahu ‘alayhi wa sallam&lt;/em&gt; said whoever guarantees control over what is in between their thighs and their jaws, he will guarantee them Paradise.&lt;sup&gt;7&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;This guarantee is awesome in two ways. Not only makes not backbiting easier because of the amazing goal attached to it, it comforts us in the fact that our religion understands. Notice how the Prophet &lt;em&gt;sal Allahu ‘alayhi wa sallam&lt;/em&gt; asked for whoever guarantees control, showing that he knows it’s natural to lose control. But at the same time, he’s encouraging us to take that control and work towards Paradise.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Response: Explain to them what backbiting is and the reward of abstaining from it.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“Talking about others negative traits in anyway shape or form is backbiting and none of your business, and if you stay away from it you’re working towards guaranteed admission to Paradise.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Misconception #2: I’m not backbiting, I’ll tell them later or &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don’t care, I can&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt; say it to their face.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Some people justify backbiting by thinking if they inform the person later they were talking about them behind their back, it makes the act okay. But telling someone you backbit about them after the fact is a part of the process of repenting and making up for the sin. It has to be done sincerely, with regret and shame for the act, driven by a balanced fear of Allah’s punishment and a hope in His Mercy.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Trying to justify backbiting by telling someone you backbit about them is like trying to justify believing Prophet Jesus, peace be upon him, as the son of Allah by saying you will just repent later. Not only is it an imbalance between fearing Allah and having hope He will forgive you, it doesn’t make the act okay to commit in the first place.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;What’s worse is when some people claim they, “don’t care” about backbiting and they supposedly can or will say what they backbit about someone to their. Not only is that even more of a misunderstanding than planning to tell them later, it just shows two things. One, they’re just a jerk. It isn’t bad enough that they’re backbiting, but they have to go and act “brave” by claiming they can tell the person the insult to their face.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;In addition to being a jerk, they also need to be careful when they say, “I don’t care.” Do they really not care? And what do they not care about? They don’t care about incinerating in that 70 times hotter black fire we mentioned before? And having their cheeks ripped off your face and having to drink searing hot puss afterward? Are they really sure they don’t care? Chances are no.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Response: Backbiting about someone with the intention to tell them later doesn’t make it okay. It’s still backbiting. And claiming you, “don’t care” and can say it to their face shows that you’re a jerk and don’t care about the Hellfire.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Misconception #1: I’m not backbiting, it’s true.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;This, by far, is the most common misconception and response we find Muslims making when we warn them about backbiting. They think that backbiting is only when you mention bad things about people that aren’t true. Is that really the case?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Going back to the definition of backbiting, the Prophet &lt;em&gt;sal Allahu ‘alayhi wa sallam&lt;/em&gt; said backbiting is to mention things about your brother (or sister) which they don’t like. After the Companions heard this definition, one of them asked, “what do you think about if what I say about that person is true?”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“If (that) is actually found (in that person) what you claimed, you, in fact, backbit him. And if that’s not in that person, it’s slander,” the Prophet &lt;em&gt;sal Allahu ‘alayhi wa sallam&lt;/em&gt; answered.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;This shows that we’ve got it all wrong. Just because what we’re saying is true, doesn’t mean it’s not backbiting. In fact, it proves that we are indeed backbiting, because backbiting is true information. If it wasn’t true, we’d be doing something worse than backbiting, slander.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;That makes a whole lot of things count as backbiting. That’s why when ‘Ā’isha said about Ṣafīyya, the wife of the Prophet &lt;em&gt;sal Allahu ‘alayhi wa sallam&lt;/em&gt; who was the daughter of a Jewish leader, that, “she’s short,” he got upset and said, “you have said a word that if were to be dropped into the sea it would contaminate it.”&lt;sup&gt;8&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;‘Ā’isha and the Prophet &lt;em&gt;sal Allahu ‘alayhi wa sallam&lt;/em&gt; knew about Ṣafīyya’s height. So did everyone else who saw her in Medinah, and all the people from her tribe before she married the Prophet. In other words, what ‘Ā’isha said was as true as it gets. But the fact that it was true made it backbiting. And if something as small as what she said was poison to the entire sea, what about when we talk about how people may be gaining weight, undergoing a divorce, losing their hair, struggling to control their anger, failing to give up a public sin, or anything else they wouldn’t like said about them?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Response: Inform them about truth being backbiting and falsehood being slander.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“Yeah, you’re backbiting, because the Prophet &lt;em&gt;sal Allahu ‘alayhi wa sallam&lt;/em&gt; if it’s true, which you’re saying it is, then it’s backbiting.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/92681266238938320-6998507860174686043?l=jannahbound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jannahbound.blogspot.com/feeds/6998507860174686043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=92681266238938320&amp;postID=6998507860174686043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/92681266238938320/posts/default/6998507860174686043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/92681266238938320/posts/default/6998507860174686043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jannahbound.blogspot.com/2009/05/backbiting-misconceptions.html' title='Backbiting: Misconceptions'/><author><name>blessed muslimah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08414246358881832042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAO7Eu7DdgM/Sf0Pq5nw9gI/AAAAAAAAABE/llgX8H-J0lA/s72-c/MirrorClouds.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-92681266238938320.post-4496724450419477737</id><published>2009-01-10T14:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T14:31:49.595-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Believer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sisters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heaven'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Muslim'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Deed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hell'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sins'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Good'/><title type='text'>Why you should never despair...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HAO7Eu7DdgM/SWkkpgtDZlI/AAAAAAAAAA0/t_su9nUmqqg/s200/solo.jpg" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 145px; height: 110px;" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289799532895495762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Ibn al-Qayyim (rahimahullah) said:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;"Sin may be more beneficial for a person, if it leads him to repent, than doing a lot of acts of worship. This is what is meant by the words of one of the salaf: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;'A person may commit a sin and enter Paradise because of it, or he may do an act of worship and enter Hell because of it.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;They said: 'How is that?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said: 'He may commit a sin and continues to think about it, and when he stands or sits or walks he remembers his sin, so he feels ashamed and repents and seeks forgiveness and regrets it, so that will be the means of his salvation.&lt;br /&gt;And he may do a good deed and continue to think about it, and when he stands or sits or walks he remembers it and it fills him with self-admiration and pride, so it is the cause of his doom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the sin may be the factor that leads him to do acts of worship and good deeds and to change his attitude so that he fears Allah and feels shy before Him and feels humiliated before Him, hanging his head in shame and weeping with regret, seeking he forgiveness of his Lord. Each of these effects is better for a person than an act of worship that makes him feel proud and show off and look down on people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Undoubtedly this sin is better before Allah and is more likely to bring salvation than one who admires himself and looks down on others, and who thinks that he is doing Allah a favour. Even if he says words that indicate something other than that, Allah is the Witness over what is in his heart. Such a person may feel hatred towards people if they do not hold him in high esteem and humiliate themselves before him. If he were to examine himself honestly, he would see that clearly."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Anas (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Radhi Allahu Ta'ala Anhu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;), who said: I heard the Messenger of Allah (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Sallallahu alayhi wa Sallam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;) say: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;"Allah the Almighty said: O son of Adam, so long as you call upon Me and ask of Me, I shall forgive you for what you have done, and I shall not mind. O son of Adam, were your sins to reach the clouds of the sky and were you then to ask forgiveness of Me, I would forgive you. O son of Adam, were you to come to Me with sins nearly as great as the earth and were you then to face Me, ascribing no partner to Me, I would bring you forgiveness nearly as great at it." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;[at-Tirmidhi, Imam Ahmad ibn Hanbal]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/92681266238938320-4496724450419477737?l=jannahbound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jannahbound.blogspot.com/feeds/4496724450419477737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=92681266238938320&amp;postID=4496724450419477737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/92681266238938320/posts/default/4496724450419477737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/92681266238938320/posts/default/4496724450419477737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jannahbound.blogspot.com/2009/01/why-you-should-never-despair.html' title='Why you should never despair...'/><author><name>blessed muslimah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08414246358881832042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HAO7Eu7DdgM/SWkkpgtDZlI/AAAAAAAAAA0/t_su9nUmqqg/s72-c/solo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-92681266238938320.post-6885955938189976878</id><published>2008-12-24T20:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T20:24:05.822-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='judgement'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sisters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='patience'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jannah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heaven'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='argument'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Deed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brothers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Good'/><title type='text'>Verbal Abuse</title><content type='html'>Assalamualaikum wa Rahmatullahi wa Barakatuh,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Insha'Allah, God willing, you are all in the best state of affairs. I finally have some time to post and insha'Allah I will be using these two weeks which I have off, to post more often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAO7Eu7DdgM/SVMKrMhlT2I/AAAAAAAAAAk/VW6rEdbTc9w/s1600-h/patience.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAO7Eu7DdgM/SVMKrMhlT2I/AAAAAAAAAAk/VW6rEdbTc9w/s200/patience.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283578525048459106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was going through one of my favourite websites: Sahaba.net (http://sahaba.net) and decided to read some of the stories on patience. This is one story that I had heard before and thought I should share here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Once, a person was verbally abusing Abu Bakr (may Allah be pleased with him) while the Prophet (peace be upon him) was curiously watching with a smile. After taking much abuse quietly, Abu Bakr responded to a few of his comments. At this, the Prophet exhibited his disapproval, got up and left. Abu Bakr caught up with the Prophet and wondered, 'O Messenger of Allaah, he was abusing me and you remained sitting. When I responded to him, you disapproved and got up.' The Messenger of Allaah responded,&lt;br /&gt;'There was an angel with you responding to him. When you responded to him, Satan took his place.' He then said ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'O Abu Bakr, there are three solid truths: If a person is wronged and he forbears it (without seeking revenge) just for the sake of Allaah almighty, Allaah will honour him and give him the upper hand with His help; if a person opens a door of giving gifts for cementing relationships with relatives, Allaah will give him abundance; and, if a person opens a door of seeking charity for himself to increase his wealth, Allaah will further reduce his wealth.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reported from Abu Huraira in Mishkaah and Musnad Ahmad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patience is beautiful, and it is pure. No one said it would be easy, but insha'Allah if we strive, we'll be rewarded with peace of mind in this world and rewards in the Hereafter. Being patient in most instances involves swallowing our pride, which can be rather difficult. May Allah SWT make it easy for us. Ameen. I find one thing that helps is keeping in mind that you are 100% responsible and accountable for what come sout of your mouth. It does not suffice to say that someone &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;made&lt;/span&gt; you angry; you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;chose&lt;/span&gt; to allow yourself to become angry. The fault is yours, it's up to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; to fix it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May Allah SWT increase us in patience and taqwa. May He make the straight path easy and clear for us and raise us amongst the righteous on the the Day of Judgement. Ameen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma'asalam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/92681266238938320-6885955938189976878?l=jannahbound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jannahbound.blogspot.com/feeds/6885955938189976878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=92681266238938320&amp;postID=6885955938189976878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/92681266238938320/posts/default/6885955938189976878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/92681266238938320/posts/default/6885955938189976878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jannahbound.blogspot.com/2008/12/verbal-abuse.html' title='Verbal Abuse'/><author><name>blessed muslimah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08414246358881832042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAO7Eu7DdgM/SVMKrMhlT2I/AAAAAAAAAAk/VW6rEdbTc9w/s72-c/patience.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-92681266238938320.post-1553730632615697338</id><published>2008-10-09T03:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T03:54:19.105-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='righteousness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Islam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yathrib'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Deed'/><title type='text'>A Jewish rabbi in Yathrib</title><content type='html'>&lt;h2 style="text-align: left; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Assalamualaikum wa Rahmatullahi wa Barakatuh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;h2 style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;My the Peace and Blessings of God be upon you all. I found this inspiring article about Abdullah ibn Sallam and his reaction when he saw the prophet (SAW). Please do have a read and reflect insha'Allah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;Ma'asalam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A Jewish rabbi in Yathrib&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h2 style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;-- Qisas.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;     Al-Husayn ibn Sailam was a Jewish rabbi in Yathrib who was widely respected and honoured by the people of the city even by those who were not Jewish. He was known for his piety and goodness, his upright conduct and his truthfulness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Al-Husayn lived a peaceful and gentle life but he was serious, purposeful and organized in the way he spent his time. For a fixed period each day, he would worship, teach and preach in the temple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he would spend some time in his orchard, looking after date palms, pruning and pollinating. Thereafter, to increase his understanding and knowledge of his religion, he would devote himself to the study of the Torah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this study, it is said he was particularly struck by some verses of the Torah which dealt with the coming of a Prophet who would complete the message of previous Prophets. Al-Husayn therefore took an immediate and keen interest when he heard reports of the appearance of a Prophet in Makkah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said: "When I heard of the appearance of the Messenger of God, peace be on him, I began to make enquiries about his name, his genealogy, his characteristics, his time and place and I began to compare this information with what is contained m our books. From these enquiries, I became convinced about the authenticity of his prophethood and I affirmed the truth of his mission. However, I concealed my conclusions from the Jews. I held my tongue...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came the day when the Prophet, peace be on him, left Makkah and headed for Yathrib. When he reached Yathrib and stopped at Quba, a man came rushing into the city, calling out to people and announcing the arrival of the Prophet. At that moment, I was at the top of a palm tree doing some work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My aunt, Khalidah bint al-Harith, was sitting under the tree. On hearing the news, I shouted:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Allahu Akbar! Allahu Akbar! (God is Great! God is Great!' When my aunt heard my takbir, she remonstrated with me: 'May God frustrate you...By God, if you had heard that Moses was coming you would not have been more enthusiastic.' 'Auntie, he is really, by God, the 'brother' of Moses and follows his religion. He was sent with the same mission as Moses.' She was silent for a while and then said: 'Is he the Prophet about whom you spoke to us who would be sent to confirm the truth preached by previous (Prophets) and complete the message of his Lord?' 'Yes,' I replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without any delay or hesitation, I went out to meet the Prophet. I saw crowds of people at his door. I moved about in the crowds until I reached close to him. The first words I heard him say were:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'O people! Spread peace...Share food...Pray during the night while people (normally) sleep... and you will enter Paradise in peace...' I looked at him closely. I scrutinized him and was convinced that his face was not that of an imposter. I went closer to him and made the declaration of faith that there is no god but Allah and that Muhammad is the Messenger of Allah.  The Prophet turned to me and asked: 'What is your name?' 'Al-Husayn ibn Sailam,' I replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Instead, it is (now) Abdullah ibn Sallam,' he said (giving me a new name). 'Yes,' I agreed. 'Abdullah ibn Sailam (it shall be). By Him who has sent you with the Truth, I do not wish to have another name after this day.'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/92681266238938320-1553730632615697338?l=jannahbound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jannahbound.blogspot.com/feeds/1553730632615697338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=92681266238938320&amp;postID=1553730632615697338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/92681266238938320/posts/default/1553730632615697338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/92681266238938320/posts/default/1553730632615697338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jannahbound.blogspot.com/2008/10/jewish-rabbi-in-yathrib.html' title='A Jewish rabbi in Yathrib'/><author><name>blessed muslimah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08414246358881832042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-92681266238938320.post-8685388365330921012</id><published>2008-08-07T15:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T15:20:41.421-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='youth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Qayyim'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Islam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ibn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sisters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='knowledge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Deed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jawziya'/><title type='text'>10 Things Wasted</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Assalamualaikum wa Rahmatullahi wa Barakatuh,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Insha'Allah all is well with you and you are in the best state of affairs. Ameen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanted to share this video entitled "10 Things Wasted" which is based on a lesson by Ibn al Qayyim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qQ_Sb7mk89M&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qQ_Sb7mk89M&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;The Holy Prophet (SAW) told Abu Dharr (RA): "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Take advantage of five opportunities before five other things: Your youth before your old age, your health before your illness, your wealth before your poverty, your leisure before your haste, and your life before your death&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;May Allah SWT Grant us with the ability to take advantage of all the blessings He has bestowed on us, and May He keep us guided on Sirat al Mustaqeem. Ameen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma'asalam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/92681266238938320-8685388365330921012?l=jannahbound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jannahbound.blogspot.com/feeds/8685388365330921012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=92681266238938320&amp;postID=8685388365330921012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/92681266238938320/posts/default/8685388365330921012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/92681266238938320/posts/default/8685388365330921012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jannahbound.blogspot.com/2008/08/10-things-wasted.html' title='10 Things Wasted'/><author><name>blessed muslimah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08414246358881832042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-92681266238938320.post-650633809194414498</id><published>2008-06-22T17:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T17:39:27.905-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Repentance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='forgiveness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dunya'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Muslim'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Deed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Akhira'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sins'/><title type='text'>Woe Unto You, O Dinar!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Assalamualaikum wa Rahmatullahi wa Barakatuh,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sent this story by a sister and it moved me so much that I decided to post it here. Subhan'Allah, indeed Allah SWT is Forgiving and Most Merciful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Woe Unto You, O Dinar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;There is an interesting story related about Dinâr Al’Ayyâr. Dinâr had a righteous mother who would constantly advise him to repent for his wayward, sinful existence, but as much as she tried, her words had no positive effect on him whatsoever. Then, one day, as he was walking by a graveyard, he stopped to pick up a bone; he was shocked to see how it crumbled and turned to dust in his hand. The sight of that bone had a profound effect on Dinâr. He began to think about his life and is past sins, and then he exclaimed, “Woe unto you, O Dinâr, you are going to end up like this crushed bone, and your body will turn into dust.” All of his past sins then flashed before his eyes, and he made a firm resolve to repent. Turning his gaze towards the sky, he said, “My Lord, I now turn to You in complete submission, so accept me and have mercy on me.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;With a complete changed heart and state of mind, Dinâr went to his mother and said, “Mother, what does a master do when he captures his slave, who had run away from him?” She said, “(To punish him,) the master then provides him with coarse clothing and low-quality food; and he ties his hands and feet, so that he does not make another attempt to escape. ” Dinâr said, “Then I want a garment made of coarse wool, low-quality barley, and two chains. Mother, do with me which is done to a runaway slave: Perhaps my Lord will, upon seeing my humiliation and humility, have mercy on me.” Seeing that her son was adamant and resolute in his quest, she complied.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;At the beginning of every ensuing night, Dinâr would begin to cry and wail uncontrollably. And he would repeat the words: “Woe unto you, O Dinâr, do you have the power to withstand the Hell Fire! How brazen you have been to have led a life that has made you deserving of the anger of the All-Mighty!” He would continue upon that state until the morning. Turning wan and pale, Dinâr’s body slowly wasted away. Not being able to bear seeing hum in that pitiable state, his mother said, “My son, be easy on yourself.” He answered, “My mother, let me remain tired for a short while, so that perhaps I can achieve long term comfort later on. For tomorrow, I will be waiting a long time before my Majestic Lord, and I do not know whether He will order me to go to places of beautiful shade or to places of unspeakable horror.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;She said, “My son, at least rest for a while.” He said, “It is not present rest or comfort that I am seeking out. Mother, it is as if I see you and other people being led tomorrow towards Paradise, while I am being led towards the Hell Fire along with its inhabitants.” She left him then, and he returned to crying, worshipping, and reciting the Quran. One night, as he was reciting the Quran, he came across these verses:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“So, by your Lord (O Muhammad), We shall certainly call all of them to account, for all they used to do.” [Quran 15: 2, 93]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;As he contemplated the meaning and the implications of the verses, he cried with such intensity that he fainted. His mother rushed to him and tried very hard to revive him, but he wouldn’t respond; she thought that he had died. Looking into the face of her precious son, she said, “O my beloved one, O the joy of my heart, where shall we meet again?” In fact, Dinâr still had some life left in him, and hearing his mother’s words , he answered with a faint voice, “My mother, if you do not find me on the wide plains of the Resurrection Day, then ask Malik, the Custodian of the Hell Fire, about me.” He then made a croaking sound and died.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;After she finished washing his body, Dinâr’s mother prepared for him his funeral. She then went out and made the announcement: “O people, come to the (funeral) prayer of one who has been killed by (fear of) the Hell Fire.” People began to come from all directions; it is said that, during that era, no greater gathering came together and no amount of tears were shed as much on that day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;On the same night that his funeral was held, one of Dinâr’s friend saw him in a dream: attired in a green robe, Dinâr was prancing around in Paradise, all the while reciting the verse:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“So, by your Lord (O Muhammad), We shall certainly call all of them to account, for all they used to do.” [Quran 15: 2, 93]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;During the dream, his friend heard him say, “By His and Majesty, He asked me (about my deeds). Having mercy on me, He forgave me and pardoned me (my sins). Lo! Convey news of this to my mother.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;From the Book: Stories of Repentance, By: Muhammad Abduh Mughawiri&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/92681266238938320-650633809194414498?l=jannahbound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jannahbound.blogspot.com/feeds/650633809194414498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=92681266238938320&amp;postID=650633809194414498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/92681266238938320/posts/default/650633809194414498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/92681266238938320/posts/default/650633809194414498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jannahbound.blogspot.com/2008/06/woe-unto-you-o-dinar.html' title='Woe Unto You, O Dinar!'/><author><name>blessed muslimah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08414246358881832042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-92681266238938320.post-689675729295880239</id><published>2008-05-06T20:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T09:42:14.710-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='knowledge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heaven'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dunya'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Deed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scholar'/><title type='text'>The man whom the world did not affect.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Assalamualaikum wa Rahmatullahi wa Barakatuh,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Insha'Allah you are all well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day someone related to me the story of a truly remarkable scholar that I wanted to share. A student of this scholar had related this story to his son, who had r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;elated it to the person who told me. His story is truly an inspiration for us all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;His name was Shaykh Abdul Hakim al Afghani. He was a big scholar who taught in Syria many years ago. At that time, it was hard to find books with heavy citation of hadith (meaning, when the ahadith were cited, explanations were often not included), thus many times the students of knowledge had to learn not only from the books, but with a scholar as well to elaborate. This scholar was very knowledgable and was known throughout the city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;He charged nothing for the knowledge he gave. Some of his students would sometimes bring him food, but he would make them promise not to tell their families that it was for a Shaykh, for fear that they may give him a lot of food. Subhan'Allah, it gets even more amazing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;People began to wonder where he gained his livelihood, and how he could live if he did not charge for the classes he held. One day, some of his students followed him. He left the city and made his way to a far village on the outskirts of the city where the people did not know him (in the city he was known as a big scholar.) there, his students who had followed him saw that he worked in masonry (brick-work, making bricks).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subhan'Allah, wallahu akbar! He is an amazing example for us. In this day and age when people charge an arm and a leg for knowledge, this person was truly an example to live by. Instead of reaping worldly profits from the knowledge he shared, he did whatever job he could to gain his livelihood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Now, his student (the same one who related this story to his son, who related it to the person who told me) was performing Hajj with another student many years later. They were in Madina when he had a dream. In his dream, the Prophet Muhammad SAW came to him and said "Today, the man whom the world did not affect him, has passed away." When the student woke up, he made his way to fajr when he came upon his friend. He related the dream, and his friend had had the exact same dream! They knew that Shaytan could not impersonate the Prophet Muhammad SAW in a dream, so their dream must have meant something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;When they returned to Syria, they found that on that same night when they had had the dream, Shaykh Abdul Hakim al Afghani had passed away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HAO7Eu7DdgM/SCEpZJhVolI/AAAAAAAAAAU/kVWrwLIiyec/s1600-h/enlightenment.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HAO7Eu7DdgM/SCEpZJhVolI/AAAAAAAAAAU/kVWrwLIiyec/s200/enlightenment.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197480956991480402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Wallahu ta'alaa 'alam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Indeed, this serves as an amazing example for us. Insha'Allah, we can be of those people whom the dunya does not affect our faith in Allah SWT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya Allah, give us the tawfeeq to follow your commandments and bless us with your Mercy. Ameen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep me in your duaa.&lt;br /&gt;Ma'asalam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/92681266238938320-689675729295880239?l=jannahbound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jannahbound.blogspot.com/feeds/689675729295880239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=92681266238938320&amp;postID=689675729295880239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/92681266238938320/posts/default/689675729295880239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/92681266238938320/posts/default/689675729295880239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jannahbound.blogspot.com/2008/05/man-whom-world-did-not-affect.html' title='The man whom the world did not affect.'/><author><name>blessed muslimah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08414246358881832042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HAO7Eu7DdgM/SCEpZJhVolI/AAAAAAAAAAU/kVWrwLIiyec/s72-c/enlightenment.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-92681266238938320.post-5779731134523516001</id><published>2008-04-29T19:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T19:26:10.316-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='righteousness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Islam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sisters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Deed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Akhira'/><title type='text'>Reflective hearts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;Assalamualaikum wa Rahmatullahi wa Barakatuh,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Insha'Allah everyone is in the best state of affairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to share the following video with you all:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aXSw3QV9ByE&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aXSw3QV9ByE&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 12pt; line-height: normal;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Subhan'Allah, this is my favourite nasheed (and has been for a while) because of the underlying message. It makes me reflect, and remember our true reason for being here, to worship Allah SWT. It reminds me of an ayah from the Qur'an:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: center; line-height: normal;font-family:trebuchet ms;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"Who is more unjust than one who invents a lie against Allah or rejects His Signs? For such, their portion appointed must reach them from the Book (of decrees): until, when our messengers (of death) arrive and take their souls, they say: "Where are the things that ye used to invoke besides Allah?" They will reply, "They have left us in the lurch," And they will bear witness against themselves, that they had rejected Allah."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;-- surah Al Ar'af (7:37)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya Allah, give us the tawfeeq to remain on the straight path and enter us into jannah amongst the ranks of the righteous. Ameen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep me in your duaa.&lt;br /&gt;Ma'asalam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/92681266238938320-5779731134523516001?l=jannahbound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jannahbound.blogspot.com/feeds/5779731134523516001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=92681266238938320&amp;postID=5779731134523516001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/92681266238938320/posts/default/5779731134523516001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/92681266238938320/posts/default/5779731134523516001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jannahbound.blogspot.com/2008/04/reflective-hearts.html' title='Reflective hearts'/><author><name>blessed muslimah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08414246358881832042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-92681266238938320.post-2631513357133758274</id><published>2008-02-22T09:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T10:12:27.960-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='righteousness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Believer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sisters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dunya'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Muslim'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Deed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Akhira'/><title type='text'>Every soul...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Assalamualaikum wa Rahmatullahi wa Barakatuh,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Insha'Allah you're all in the best state of Iman and Ihsan, and by the Mercy of the Almighty you are enjoying the Blessings He has bestowed on us all. I was thinking about the imminence of death, every soul will taste death; and I wrote the following:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Imagine this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;He's on his way home, it's hours past midnight and it's dark out. The events of the evening are running through his head as he makes his way down the quiet street. He comes to the corner where he usually crosses, with the stop sign that is near invisible to drivers making the bend. As he steps out onto the street, he smiles to himself recalling the evening, lost in his thoughts, with his headphones in his ears. Just then, he hears a car screech and turns just in time to see the whites of the drivers eyes as he tries to break but can't. Next thing he knows metal body meets his  and he is sent flying through the air. He's sprawled on the pavement 5 meters away, breathing his last breaths, the words of the panicking driver mean nothing to him as his vision fades and he struggles to say the words....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Scenario 1:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;He had just finished exams that day along with his other friends. Midterms could be a drag and as it was he hadn't had much time to relax and enjoy. After all, university is the best time of your life, isn't it? He deserved a reward, he knew it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"I'm going out ma!" he called into the kitchen as he put on his jacket.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"Whereto Yasin?" his mother asked wiping her hands on her apron.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"Out, friends. Ammar's going too." he said pulling on his shoes. "I'll be back later."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;His mother frowned slightly, "At this time of night?... Yasin your brother needs help with math, you know how he gets..." she started.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"When I come back. Bye Ma" he said and slammed the door as he left.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"Yasin!..... Salam," his mother whispered as she shook her head and returned to the kitchen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;As Yasin walked home, he thought of the amazing night he had spent hitting some of downtown's hottest night spots. His mother didn't know, but what she didn't know couldn't hurt her, right? And besides, a lot of his friends had drank, he didn't. And he didn't dance, just listened to the music. Yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Now as he lays on the cold pavement, he struggles to say the words he knows he must, but cannot, as sharp regret pierces his inner being, the music on his mp3 player looping in his ears...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Scenario 2:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;He had just finished exams, and he was so tired of poring over his biochemistry and psychology textbooks, but the moment he left the exam hall he felt like a free man once again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;He felt a pang.  He had spent so much time studying that he had neglected his best friend. The last time he had seen his friend was weeks ago. As he began to leave campus, he came accross his two friends Anwar and Muzammil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"Salam 'alaikum" he said to his two friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"wa 'Alaikum Assalam. Hey Zaid, we were just talking, and a bunch of brothers are getting together at Yusuf's apartment, you in?" Anwar asked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;He smiled, "Of course I'm in, see you tonight then insha'Allah." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;He smiled as he made his way home. He felt elated, his soul nourished. The hours they had spent praying Qiyam, reciting Quran and discussing the trials of the dunya at Yusuf's apartment had left him feeling whole, complete again. The tears they had shed that night, in contemplation of their Lord, seemed to have softened his heart and the Quran he listened to now filled his heart with contentment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Now as he lays on the pavement, head throbbing, struggling to breathe, the Quran continues to play in his ears, his friend in this life, he loved it so dearly. And the cherished words he knew, lived, breathed and acted upon came easily from his lips.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;"Undoubtedly, with Allah is the knowledge of the Hour, and He sends down rain and knows what is in the wombs of the mothers and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no soul knows what it will earn tomorrow and no soul knows in what land it will die&lt;/span&gt;. Undoubtedly, Allah is the Knower, All Aware." (surah Luqman, ayah 34)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Brothers and sisters, let us seek forgiveness from Our Lord and live every moment as if it is our last; for indeed, no soul knows which moment will be its last.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Keep me in your duaa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Ma'asalam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/92681266238938320-2631513357133758274?l=jannahbound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jannahbound.blogspot.com/feeds/2631513357133758274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=92681266238938320&amp;postID=2631513357133758274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/92681266238938320/posts/default/2631513357133758274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/92681266238938320/posts/default/2631513357133758274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jannahbound.blogspot.com/2008/02/every-soul.html' title='Every soul...'/><author><name>blessed muslimah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08414246358881832042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-92681266238938320.post-72821027613830061</id><published>2008-02-09T15:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T10:13:07.893-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='righteousness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lessons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='habits'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plant'/><title type='text'>A Wise Old Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Assalamualaikum wa rahmatullahi wa Barakatuh,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Insha'Allah you are all in the best state of affairs. I read this story and it truly touched me. How true it is, subhan'Allah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;h3 id="post-264"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://qisas.com/stories/264" rel="bookmark" title="The Wise Old Man"&gt;The Wise Old Man&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;from: Qisas.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/center&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A wealthy man requested an old scholar to wean his son away from his bad habits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The scholar took the youth for a stroll through a garden. Stopping suddenly he asked the boy to pull out a tiny plant growing there. The youth held the plant between his thumb and forefinger and pulled it out. The old man then asked him to pull out a slightly bigger plant. The youth pulled hard and the plant came out, roots and all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“Now pull out that one,” said the old man pointing to a bush. The boy had to use all his strength to pull it out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“Now take this one out,” said the old man, indicating a guava tree. The youth grasped the trunk and tried to pull it out. But it would not budge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“I – It’s impossible,” said the boy, panting with the effort.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“So it is with bad habits,” said the sage. &lt;strong&gt;“When they are young it is easy to pull them out but when they take hold they cannot be uprooted.”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The session with the old man changed the boy’s life.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/92681266238938320-72821027613830061?l=jannahbound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jannahbound.blogspot.com/feeds/72821027613830061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=92681266238938320&amp;postID=72821027613830061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/92681266238938320/posts/default/72821027613830061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/92681266238938320/posts/default/72821027613830061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jannahbound.blogspot.com/2008/02/wise-old-man.html' title='A Wise Old Man'/><author><name>blessed muslimah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08414246358881832042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-92681266238938320.post-359905005901747135</id><published>2008-01-13T13:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T10:13:36.435-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Qayyim'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Deed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Glances'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gender'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Light'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ibn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Islam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jannah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heaven'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dunya'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lowering'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gaze'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jawziya'/><title type='text'>Poisons of the Heart : Unrestrained Glances</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;Assalamualaikum wa Rahmatullahi wa Barakatuh,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read this and it affected me so deeply... how ignorant we are that we forget things like this, of such importance. Please do read the piece I've pasted below by Ibn al Qayyim Rahimullah, and ponder upon it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep me in your duaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma'asalam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Poisons of the Heart : Unrestrained Glances &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ibn al Qayyim al Jawziyya &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;The unrestrained glance results in the one who looks becoming attracted to what he sees, and in the imprinting of an image of what he sees in his heart. This can result in several kinds of corruption in the heart of the servant. The following are a number a them:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been related that the Prophet (Sallallahu alayhi wa sallam) once said words to the effect:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;i&gt;The glance is a poisoned arrow of shaytaan. Whoever lowers his gaze for Allah, He will bestow upon him a refreshing sweetness, which he will find in his heart on the day he meets Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shaytan enters with the glance, for he travels with it, faster than the wind blowing through an empty place. He makes what is seen appear more beautiful then it really is, and transforms it in to an idol for the heart to worship. Then he promises it false rewards, lights the fire of desires within it, and fuels it with the wood of forbidden actions, which the servant would not have committed had it not been for this distorted image.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This distracts the heart and makes it forget its more important concerns. It stands between it and them; and so the heart loses it’s straight path and falls into the pit of desire and ignorance. Allah, Mighty and Glorious is He, says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;And do not obey anyone whose heart We have made forgetful in remembering Us – who follows his own desires, and whose affair has exceeded all bounds. [Surah al-Kahf: Ayah 28]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The unrestrained gaze causes all three afflictions. It has been said that between the eye and the heart is an immediate connection; if the eyes are corrupted, then the heart follows. It becomes like a rubbish heap where all the dirt and filth and rottenness collect, and so there is no room for love for Allah, relating all matters to Him, awareness of being in His presence, and feeling joy at His proximity - only the opposite of these things can inhabit such a heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Staring and gazing without restraint is disobedience to Allah:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tell the believing men to lower their gaze and guard their modesty; that is more purifying for them. Surely Allah is aware of what they do. [Surah an-Nur: Ayah 30]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only the one who obeys Allah’s commands is content in this world, and only the servant who obeys Allah will survive in the next world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Furthermore, letting the gaze roam free cloaks the heart with darkness,. Just as lowering the gaze for Allah clothes it in light. After the above ayah, Allah, the Glorious and Mighty, says in the same Surah of the Qur’an:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allah is the light of the heavens and the earth; the likeness of His light is as if there were a niche, and in the niche is a lamp, and in the lamp is a glass, and the glass is as it were a brilliant star, lit from a blessed tree, an olive neither of the east nor of the west, whose oil is well nigh luminous, though fire scarce touched it. Light upon light. Allah guides whomsoever He wants to His light. Allah strikes metaphors for man: and Allah knows all things. [Surah an-Nur: Ayah 35]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the heart is a light, countless good comes to it from all directions. If it is dark, then clouds of evil and afflictions come from all directions to cover it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Letting the gaze run loose also makes the heart blind to distinguishing between truth and falsehood, between the sunnah and innovation: while lowering it for Allah, the Mighty and Exalted, gives it a penetrating, true and distinguishing insight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A righteous man once said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Whoever enriches his outward behaviour by following the sunnah, and makes his inward soul wealthy through contemplation, and averts his gaze away from looking at what is forbidden, and avoids anything of a doubtful nature, and feeds solely on what is halal- his inner sight will never falter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;Rewards for actions come in kind. Whoever lowers his gaze from what Allah has forbidden, Allah will give his inner sight abundant reward.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/92681266238938320-359905005901747135?l=jannahbound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jannahbound.blogspot.com/feeds/359905005901747135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=92681266238938320&amp;postID=359905005901747135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/92681266238938320/posts/default/359905005901747135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/92681266238938320/posts/default/359905005901747135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jannahbound.blogspot.com/2008/01/poisons-of-heart-unrestrained-glances.html' title='Poisons of the Heart : Unrestrained Glances'/><author><name>blessed muslimah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08414246358881832042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-92681266238938320.post-2380305384084571534</id><published>2008-01-11T20:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T10:13:59.839-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Currency'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Islam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zakah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dunya'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Muslim'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Deed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Akhira'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Good'/><title type='text'>Currency of the Hereafter</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Assalamualaikum wa Rahmatullahi wa Barakatuh,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Insha'Allah you're doing well, and I apologize for the dry spell; exams and such hit with full force, so my writing was reserved for exams and assignments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm back now Alhamdulillah, and subhan'Allah, I thought I'd share this amazing lecture by Imam Siraj Wahaj entitled "Currency of the Hereafter." Please do watch it. And below that you'll see that I have posted some of my thoughts on the lecture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xj02sDwyN8A&amp;amp;rel=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;amp;border=0"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xj02sDwyN8A&amp;amp;rel=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;amp;border=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subhan'Allah, the whole currency theme is amazing. This analogy almost blew me off my chair. You do not &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;own &lt;/span&gt;wealth while you are in possession of it; it cannot come with you after you die. The moment you die, the wealth 'belongs' to someone else. How then, can we truly own this wealth? By spending it in the way of Allah SWT. If you spend a penny fisabilillah, then you will own that penny, for you will see it on the Day of Judgment in the form of a good deed. Allahu Akbar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brothers and sisters, let us make the decision now. Let us strive for Jannat-ul-Firdaus, and the pleasure of Allah SWT, after all, it is He who has created the heavens and the earth, and all that is between. I end off with the following quote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"While you are alive, it is never too late to become the person you might have been..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Keep me in your esteemed duaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wassalamu 'Alaikum wa Rahmatullahi wa Barakatuh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/92681266238938320-2380305384084571534?l=jannahbound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jannahbound.blogspot.com/feeds/2380305384084571534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=92681266238938320&amp;postID=2380305384084571534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/92681266238938320/posts/default/2380305384084571534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/92681266238938320/posts/default/2380305384084571534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jannahbound.blogspot.com/2008/01/currency-of-hereafter.html' title='Currency of the Hereafter'/><author><name>blessed muslimah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08414246358881832042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-92681266238938320.post-9084296237578995433</id><published>2007-12-02T11:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T10:14:23.691-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pearls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dunya'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Necklace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Akhira'/><title type='text'>A Profitable Exchange</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Assalamualaikum wa Rahmatullahi wa Barakatuh,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A beautiful story a sister sent me. Subhan'Allah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Profitable Exchange&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;The cheerful little girl with bouncy curls was almost five. Waiting with her mother at the checkout stand, she saw them - a circle of glistening white pearls in a pink foil box. "Oh please, Mommy. Can I have them? Please, Mommy, please?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;Quickly the mother checked the back of the little foil box and then looked back into the pleading eyes of her little girl's upturned face. "A dollar ninety-five. That's almost $2.00. If you really want them, I'll think of some extra chores for you and in no time you can save enough money to buy them for yourself. Your birthday's only a week away and you might get another crisp dollar bill from Grandma". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;As soon as Aisha got home, she emptied her penny bank and counted out 17 pennies. After dinner, she did more than her share of chores and she went to the neighbour and asked Aunty Jamshed if she could pick dandelions for ten cents. On her birthday, Grandma did give her another new dollar bill and at last she had enough money to buy the necklace.&lt;script&gt;&lt;!-- D(["mb","\u003c/span\&gt;\u003c/tt\&gt;\u003c/p\&gt;\n\u003cp style\u003d\"margin:0pt\"\&gt;\u003ctt\&gt;\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-size:10pt;color:black;font-family:Arial\"\&gt;\u003c/span\&gt;\u003c/tt\&gt;\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-size:10pt;color:black;font-family:Arial\"\&gt;\u003c/span\&gt;\u003c/p\&gt;\n\u003cp style\u003d\"margin:0pt\"\&gt;\u003ctt\&gt;\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-size:10pt;color:black;font-family:Arial\"\&gt;Aisha loved her pearls. They made her feel dressed up and grown up. \u003c/span\&gt;\u003c/tt\&gt;\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-size:10pt;color:black;font-family:Arial\"\&gt;\n\u003ctt\&gt;\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-family:Arial\"\&gt;She\nwore them everywhere, Sunday madressa classes, kindergarten, even to\nbed. The only time she took them off was when she went swimming or had\na bubble bath. Mother said if they got wet, they might turn her neck\ngreen. \u003c/span\&gt;\u003c/tt\&gt;\u003cbr\&gt;\n\u003c/span\&gt;\u003c/p\&gt;\n\u003cp style\u003d\"margin:0pt\"\&gt;\u003ctt\&gt;\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-size:10pt;color:black;font-family:Arial\"\&gt;Aisha had a very loving daddy and every night when she was ready for \u003c/span\&gt;\u003c/tt\&gt;\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-size:10pt;color:black;font-family:Arial\"\&gt;\n\u003ctt\&gt;\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-family:Arial\"\&gt;bed, he would stop whatever he was doing and come upstairs to read \u003c/span\&gt;\u003c/tt\&gt;\u003ctt\&gt;\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-family:Arial\"\&gt;her a story from the Quraan. One night as he finished the story, he \n\u003c/span\&gt;\u003c/tt\&gt;\u003ctt\&gt;\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-family:Arial\"\&gt;asked Aisha, &amp;quot;Do you love me?&amp;quot; \u003c/span\&gt;\u003c/tt\&gt;\u003c/span\&gt;\u003c/p\&gt;\n\u003cp style\u003d\"margin:0pt\"\&gt;\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-size:10pt;color:black;font-family:Arial\"\&gt;\u003ctt\&gt;\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-family:Arial\"\&gt;\u003c/span\&gt;\u003c/tt\&gt;\u003c/span\&gt;\u003c/p\&gt;\n\u003cp style\u003d\"margin:0pt\"\&gt;\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-size:10pt;color:black;font-family:Arial\"\&gt;\u003ctt\&gt;\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-family:Arial\"\&gt;\u003c/span\&gt;\u003c/tt\&gt;\u003c/span\&gt;\u003c/p\&gt;\n\u003cp style\u003d\"margin:0pt\"\&gt;\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-size:10pt;color:black;font-family:Arial\"\&gt;\u003ctt\&gt;\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-family:Arial\"\&gt;&amp;quot;Oh yes, daddy. You know that I love you.&amp;quot; \u003c/span\&gt;\u003c/tt\&gt;\u003c/span\&gt;\u003c/p\&gt;\n\u003cp style\u003d\"margin:0pt\"\&gt;\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-size:10pt;color:black;font-family:Arial\"\&gt;\u003ctt\&gt;\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-family:Arial\"\&gt;\u003c/span\&gt;\u003c/tt\&gt;\u003c/span\&gt;\u003c/p\&gt;\n\u003cp style\u003d\"margin:0pt\"\&gt;\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-size:10pt;color:black;font-family:Arial\"\&gt;\u003ctt\&gt;\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-family:Arial\"\&gt;\u003c/span\&gt;\u003c/tt\&gt;\u003c/span\&gt;\u003c/p\&gt;\n\u003cp style\u003d\"margin:0pt\"\&gt;\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-size:10pt;color:black;font-family:Arial\"\&gt;",1] );  //--&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;Aisha loved her pearls. They made her feel dressed up and grown up. She wore them everywhere, Sunday madressa classes, kindergarten, even to bed. The only time she took them off was when she went swimming or had a bubble bath. Mother said if they got wet, they might turn her neck green.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;Aisha had a very loving daddy and every night when she was ready for bed, he would stop whatever he was doing and come upstairs to read her a story from the Quraan. One night as he finished the story, he asked Aisha, "Do you love me?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;"Oh yes, daddy. You know that I love you." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;script&gt;&lt;!-- D(["mb","\u003ctt\&gt;\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-family:Arial\"\&gt;&amp;quot;Then give me your pearls.&amp;quot;\u003c/span\&gt;\u003c/tt\&gt;\u003c/span\&gt;\u003c/p\&gt;\n\u003cp style\u003d\"margin:0pt\"\&gt;\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-size:10pt;color:black;font-family:Arial\"\&gt;\u003ctt\&gt;\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-family:Arial\"\&gt;\u003c/span\&gt;\u003c/tt\&gt;\u003c/span\&gt;\u003c/p\&gt;\n\u003cp style\u003d\"margin:0pt\"\&gt;\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-size:10pt;color:black;font-family:Arial\"\&gt;\u003ctt\&gt;\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-family:Arial\"\&gt;\u003c/span\&gt;\u003c/tt\&gt;\u003c/span\&gt;\u003c/p\&gt;\n\u003cp style\u003d\"margin:0pt\"\&gt;\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-size:10pt;color:black;font-family:Arial\"\&gt;\u003ctt\&gt;\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-family:Arial\"\&gt;&amp;quot;Oh,\ndaddy, not my pearls. But you can have Princess, the white horse from\nmy collection, the one with the pink tail. Remember, daddy? The one you\ngave me. She&amp;#39;s my very favourite.&amp;quot; \u003c/span\&gt;\u003c/tt\&gt;\u003c/span\&gt;\u003c/p\&gt;\n\u003cp style\u003d\"margin:0pt\"\&gt;\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-size:10pt;color:black;font-family:Arial\"\&gt;\u003ctt\&gt;\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-family:Arial\"\&gt;\u003c/span\&gt;\u003c/tt\&gt;\u003c/span\&gt;\u003c/p\&gt;\n\u003cp\&gt;\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-size:10pt;color:black;font-family:Arial\"\&gt;\u003ctt\&gt;\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-family:Arial\"\&gt;&amp;quot;That&amp;#39;s okay, Aisha, daddy loves you. Allah-hafez.&amp;quot; And he brushed her cheek with a kiss. \u003c/span\&gt;\u003c/tt\&gt;\u003c/span\&gt;\u003ctt\&gt;\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-size:10pt;color:black;font-family:Arial\"\&gt;\n \u003c/span\&gt;\u003c/tt\&gt;\u003c/p\&gt;\n\u003cp style\u003d\"margin:0pt\"\&gt;\u003ctt\&gt;\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-size:10pt;color:black;font-family:Arial\"\&gt;About a week later, after the story time, Aisha&amp;#39;s daddy asked again, &amp;quot;Do you love me?&amp;quot; \u003c/span\&gt;\u003c/tt\&gt;\u003c/p\&gt;\n\u003cp style\u003d\"margin:0pt\"\&gt;\u003ctt\&gt;\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-size:10pt;color:black;font-family:Arial\"\&gt;\u003c/span\&gt;\u003c/tt\&gt;\u003c/p\&gt;\n\u003cp style\u003d\"margin:0pt\"\&gt;\u003ctt\&gt;\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-size:10pt;color:black;font-family:Arial\"\&gt;\u003c/span\&gt;\u003c/tt\&gt;\u003c/p\&gt;\n\u003cp style\u003d\"margin:0pt\"\&gt;\u003ctt\&gt;\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-size:10pt;color:black;font-family:Arial\"\&gt;&amp;quot;Daddy, you know I love you.&amp;quot; \u003c/span\&gt;\u003c/tt\&gt;\u003c/p\&gt;\n\u003cp style\u003d\"margin:0pt\"\&gt;\u003ctt\&gt;\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-size:10pt;color:black;font-family:Arial\"\&gt;\u003c/span\&gt;\u003c/tt\&gt;\u003c/p\&gt;\n\u003cp style\u003d\"margin:0pt\"\&gt;\u003ctt\&gt;\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-size:10pt;color:black;font-family:Arial\"\&gt;\u003c/span\&gt;\u003c/tt\&gt;\u003c/p\&gt;\n\u003cp style\u003d\"margin:0pt\"\&gt;\u003ctt\&gt;\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-size:10pt;color:black;font-family:Arial\"\&gt;&amp;quot;Then give me our pearls.&amp;quot; \u003c/span\&gt;\u003c/tt\&gt;\u003c/p\&gt;",1] );  //--&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;"Then give me your pearls."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;"Oh, daddy, not my pearls. But you can have Princess, the white horse from my collection, the one with the pink tail. Remember, daddy? The one you gave me. She's my very favourite." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;"That's okay, Aisha, daddy loves you. Allah-hafez." And he brushed her cheek with a kiss. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;About a week later, after the story time, Aisha's daddy asked again, "Do you love me?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;"Daddy, you know I love you." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;"Then give me our pearls." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;script&gt;&lt;!-- D(["mb","\n\u003cp style\u003d\"margin:0pt\"\&gt;\u003ctt\&gt;\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-size:10pt;color:black;font-family:Arial\"\&gt;\u003c/span\&gt;\u003c/tt\&gt;\u003c/p\&gt;\n\u003cp style\u003d\"margin:0pt\"\&gt;\u003ctt\&gt;\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-size:10pt;color:black;font-family:Arial\"\&gt;\u003c/span\&gt;\u003c/tt\&gt;\u003c/p\&gt;\n\u003cp style\u003d\"margin:0pt\"\&gt;\u003ctt\&gt;\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-size:10pt;color:black;font-family:Arial\"\&gt;&amp;quot;Oh\nDaddy, not my pearls. But you can have my baby doll. The brand new one\nI got for my birthday. She is beautiful and you can have the yellow\nblanket that matches her sleeper.&amp;quot; \u003c/span\&gt;\u003c/tt\&gt;\u003c/p\&gt;\n\u003cp style\u003d\"margin:0pt\"\&gt;\u003ctt\&gt;\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-size:10pt;color:black;font-family:Arial\"\&gt;\u003c/span\&gt;\u003c/tt\&gt;\u003c/p\&gt;\n\u003cp\&gt;\u003ctt\&gt;\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-size:10pt;color:black;font-family:Arial\"\&gt;&amp;quot;That&amp;#39;s\nokay. Sleep well. May Allah bless you &amp;amp; protect you, Aisha. Daddy\nloves you.&amp;quot; And as always, he brushed her cheek with a gentle kiss. \u003c/span\&gt;\u003c/tt\&gt;\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-size:10pt;color:black;font-family:Arial\"\&gt;\u003c/span\&gt;\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-size:10pt;color:black;font-family:Arial\"\&gt;\u003ctt\&gt;\n\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-size:10pt;color:black;font-family:Arial\"\&gt;A\nfew nights later when her daddy came in, Aisha was sitting on her bed\nwith her legs crossed Indian-style. As he came close, he noticed her\nchin was trembling and one silent tear rolled down her cheek. \u003c/span\&gt;\u003c/tt\&gt;\u003c/span\&gt;\u003c/p\&gt;\n\u003cp style\u003d\"margin:0pt\"\&gt;\u003ctt\&gt;\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-size:10pt;color:black;font-family:Arial\"\&gt;\u003c/span\&gt;\u003c/tt\&gt;\u003c/p\&gt;\n\u003cp style\u003d\"margin:0pt\"\&gt;\u003ctt\&gt;\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-size:10pt;color:black;font-family:Arial\"\&gt;&amp;quot;What is it, Aisha? What&amp;#39;s the matter?&amp;quot; \u003c/span\&gt;\u003c/tt\&gt;\u003c/p\&gt;\n\u003cp style\u003d\"margin:0pt\"\&gt;\u003ctt\&gt;\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-size:10pt;color:black;font-family:Arial\"\&gt;\u003c/span\&gt;\u003c/tt\&gt;\u003c/p\&gt;\n\u003cp style\u003d\"margin:0pt\"\&gt;\u003ctt\&gt;\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-size:10pt;color:black;font-family:Arial\"\&gt;\u003c/span\&gt;\u003c/tt\&gt;\u003c/p\&gt;\n\u003cp style\u003d\"margin:0pt\"\&gt;\u003ctt\&gt;\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-size:10pt;color:black;font-family:Arial\"\&gt;Aisha didn&amp;#39;t say anything but lifted her little hand up to her daddy. When she opened it, there was her little pearl necklace. \n\u003c/span\&gt;\u003c/tt\&gt;\u003ctt\&gt;\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-size:10pt;color:black;font-family:Arial\"\&gt;With a little quiver, she finally said, &amp;quot;Here, daddy, this is for you.&amp;quot; ",1] );  //--&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;"Oh Daddy, not my pearls. But you can have my baby doll. The brand new one I got for my birthday. She is beautiful and you can have the yellow blanket that matches her sleeper." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;"That's okay. Sleep well. May Allah bless you &amp;amp; protect you, Aisha. Daddy loves you." And as always, he brushed her cheek with a gentle kiss. A few nights later when her daddy came in, Aisha was sitting on her bed with her legs crossed Indian-style. As he came close, he noticed her chin was trembling and one silent tear rolled down her cheek. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;"What is it, Aisha? What's the matter?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;Aisha didn't say anything but lifted her little hand up to her daddy. When she opened it, there was her little pearl necklace. With a little quiver, she finally said, "Here, daddy, this is for you."&lt;script&gt;&lt;!-- D(["mb","\u003c/span\&gt;\u003c/tt\&gt;\u003c/p\&gt;\n\u003cp style\u003d\"margin:0pt\"\&gt;\u003ctt\&gt;\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-size:10pt;color:black;font-family:Arial\"\&gt;\u003c/span\&gt;\u003c/tt\&gt;\u003c/p\&gt;\n\u003cp\&gt;\u003ctt\&gt;\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-size:10pt;color:black;font-family:Arial\"\&gt;With\ntears gathering in his own eyes, Aisha&amp;#39;s daddy reached out with one\nhand to take the cheap necklace, and with the other hand he reached\ninto his pocket and pulled out a blue velvet case with a strand of\ngenuine pearls and gave them to Aisha. He had them all the time. He was\njust waiting for her to give up the cheap stuff so he could give her\nthe genuine treasure. \u003c/span\&gt;\u003c/tt\&gt;\u003c/p\&gt;\n\u003cp\&gt;\u003ctt\&gt;\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-size:10pt;color:black;font-family:Arial\"\&gt;\u003c/span\&gt;\u003c/tt\&gt;\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-size:10pt;color:black;font-family:Arial\"\&gt;\u003c/span\&gt;\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-size:10pt;color:black;font-family:Arial\"\&gt;\n\u003ctt\&gt;\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-size:10pt;color:black;font-family:Arial\"\&gt;So\nit is with Allah Almighty. He is waiting for us to give up the cheap\nthings in our lives so that he can give us beautiful treasures. Isn&amp;#39;t\nAllah great? Are you holding onto things that Allah wants you to let go\nof? Are you holding on to harmful or unnecessary relationships, habits\nand activities that you have come so attached to that it seems\nimpossible to let go? Sometimes it is so hard to \u003c/span\&gt;\u003c/tt\&gt;\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-size:10pt;color:black;font-family:Arial\"\&gt;\u003ctt\&gt;\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-family:Arial\"\&gt;see\nwhat is in the other hand but do believe this one thing…Allah will\nnever take away something without giving you something better in its\nplace. \u003c/span\&gt;\u003c/tt\&gt;\u003c/span\&gt;\u003c/span\&gt;\u003c/p\&gt;\n\u003c/div\&gt;\u003cbr clear\u003d\"all\"\&gt;\u003cbr\&gt;-- \u003cbr\&gt;Allahuma inni ureedu an laa ureeda illa ma tureed - &amp;quot;Oh Allah, I desire to not desire except that which you desire&amp;quot;\u003cbr\&gt;\u003cbr\&gt;&amp;quot;Among the signs of an individual&amp;#39;s understanding of his religion is the length of his prayer and the shortness of his speech&amp;quot; Muslim (1889)\n",0] );  //--&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;With tears gathering in his own eyes, Aisha's daddy reached out with one hand to take the cheap necklace, and with the other hand he reached into his pocket and pulled out a blue velvet case with a strand of genuine pearls and gave them to Aisha. He had them all the time. He was just waiting for her to give up the cheap stuff so he could give her the genuine treasure. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;So it is with Allah Almighty. He is waiting for us to give up the cheap things in our lives so that he can give us beautiful treasures. Isn't Allah great? Are you holding onto things that Allah wants you to let go of? Are you holding on to harmful or unnecessary relationships, habits and activities that you have come so attached to that it seems impossible to let go? Sometimes it is so hard to see what is in the other hand but do believe this one thing…Allah will never take away something without giving you something better in its place. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/92681266238938320-9084296237578995433?l=jannahbound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jannahbound.blogspot.com/feeds/9084296237578995433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=92681266238938320&amp;postID=9084296237578995433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/92681266238938320/posts/default/9084296237578995433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/92681266238938320/posts/default/9084296237578995433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jannahbound.blogspot.com/2007/12/profitable-exchange.html' title='A Profitable Exchange'/><author><name>blessed muslimah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08414246358881832042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-92681266238938320.post-3651090433591699573</id><published>2007-11-22T07:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T10:14:50.564-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blind'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bench'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Park'/><title type='text'>The Park Bench</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Assalamualaikum wa rahmatullahi wa Barakatuh,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I read this and it truly touched my heart. Subhan'Allah, read on:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;The Park Bench&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;- Anonymous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;" &gt;The park bench was deserted as I sat down to read beneath the long, straggly branches of an old willow tree. Disillusioned by life with good reason to frown, for the world was intent on dragging me down.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;And if that weren't enough to ruin my day, A young boy out of breath approached me, all tired from play. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;He stood right before me with his head tilted down and said with great excitement, "Look what I found!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;In his hand was a flower, and what a pitiful sight, with it's petals all worn, not enough rain, or to little light. Wanting him to take his dead flower and go off to play, I faked a small smile and then shifted away. But instead of retreating he sat next to my side and placed the flower to his nose and declared with overacted surprise, "It sure smells pretty and it's beautiful, too. That's why I picked it; here it's for you." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;The weed before me was dying or dead. Not vibrant of colors, orange, yellow or red. But I knew I must take it, or he might never leave. So I reached for the flower, and replied, "Just what I need." But instead of him placing the flower in my hand, he held it mid-air without reason or plan. It was then that I noticed for the very first time that weed-toting boy could not see: he was blind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;I heard my voice quiver, tears shone like the sun as I thanked him for picking the very best one. You're welcome, he smiled, and then ran off to play, unaware of the impact he'd had on my day. I sat there and wondered how he managed to see a self-pitying woman beneath an old willow tree. How did he know of my self-indulged plight? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;Perhaps from his heart, he'd been blessed with true sight. Through the eyes of a blind child, at last I could see the problem was not with the world; the problem was me. And for all of those times I myself had been blind, I vowed to see the beauty in life, and appreciate every second that's mine. And then I held that wilted flower up to my nose and breathed in the fragrance of a beautiful rose. And smiled as I watched that young boy, another weed in his hand about to change the life of an unsuspecting old man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/92681266238938320-3651090433591699573?l=jannahbound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jannahbound.blogspot.com/feeds/3651090433591699573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=92681266238938320&amp;postID=3651090433591699573' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/92681266238938320/posts/default/3651090433591699573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/92681266238938320/posts/default/3651090433591699573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jannahbound.blogspot.com/2007/11/park-bench.html' title='The Park Bench'/><author><name>blessed muslimah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08414246358881832042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-92681266238938320.post-4242921456514420827</id><published>2007-11-17T19:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T10:15:21.675-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Believer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feelings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ihsan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Iman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Handbook'/><title type='text'>The Believer's Handbook</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Assalamualaikum wa Rahmatullahi wa Barakatuh,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I pray that insha'Allah you are all in the best state of affairs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I know it's been a while since the last post on the other blog. As you know, that one is no longer in use. I've deleted it. It was almost a year ago since I last posted. I must admit, I sort of forgot about this, instead directing my thoughts to a special book I have. Let me tell you about this special book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's called "The Believer's Handbook." You can have one too. All you have to do is find or buy a notebook. Doesn't have to be anything fancy. Actually, I'd recommend it not be something fancy. Buy something plain. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Now make it 'yours.' Change that plain notebook so that it screams 'you.' Design it, alter it, let the creativity flow. This is an important step, because I feel that it makes the book more meaningful to you. It'll be a part of you. The more time you put into it, the more you'll cherish it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Now, the best part: content. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ever have a surge of Iman when you read an ayah? Have you felt the tears well in your eyes when you read that hadith? Felt your heart touched by a quote you read? Felt wonderment and awe when you contemplated the world around you? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And then forgot about it the next day?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Alas, if only there were a way to keep track of all those moments. Like a reference book to look at and recount those moments to a friend, or remember them in solitude. And that's just what such a book is for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I prithee, try it out. You won't regret it and it'll be very beneficial, insha'Allah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;That's all for now, insha'Allah I'll add more soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Take care, and make duaa for your sister in Islam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ma'asalam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please leave a comment with any suggestions or feedback.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/92681266238938320-4242921456514420827?l=jannahbound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jannahbound.blogspot.com/feeds/4242921456514420827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=92681266238938320&amp;postID=4242921456514420827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/92681266238938320/posts/default/4242921456514420827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/92681266238938320/posts/default/4242921456514420827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jannahbound.blogspot.com/2007/11/believers-handbook.html' title='The Believer&apos;s Handbook'/><author><name>blessed muslimah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08414246358881832042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
