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True Story of A Trustworthy Shepherd

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Al-Tayyeb Yousef, a trustworthy Sudanese shepherd, whose loyalty and honesty earned him a great respect & reward, after his video clip refusing to sell one of his sponsor’s sheep went viral on social media.

Allaah subhaanhu wa ta3alaa praises His slaves with these  qualities in the Qur’aan:

وَالَّذِينَ هُمْ لِأَمَانَاتِهِمْ وَعَهْدِهِمْ رَاعُونَ

(interpretation of the meanings):

“Those who are faithfully true to their amaanaat (all the duties which Allaah has ordained, honesty, moral responsibility and trusts, etc.)   and to their covenants.” [soorah Al-Mu’minoon, verse:8]

 and He said: (interpretation of the meanings)

“And Whoever fears Allaah, He will make for him a way out.

And will provide for him from where he does not expect.”

[soorah At- Talaaq, verse:2-3]

The Messenger of Allaah SallAllaahu 3Alayhi wa sallam said, “Many a person with shaggy and dusty hair, dusty and driven away from doors (because of their poverty and shabby clothes) were to swear by Allaah (that something would happen), Allaah will certainly make it happen.” [Muslim]

 

Yousef was awarded a check worth SR 20,000/- by Al-Hussaini Foundation, in the presence of Shaykh 3Adel Al-Mahalawi, the person who filmed the video clip. Al-Mahalawi is also the Imaam and Lecturer at Al-Sa3egh mosque in Al-Medlej province. Some philanthropists also gave Yousef another check worth the same amount.

Yousef in Sudanese Embassy

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3Brother Yousef with Saudi Scholar,  Shykh Ibraheem al-Duwaish

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One moment of honesty & truthfulness can change your whole life because your dealing with ONE who controls everything. Don’t be sad if you are poor, sick, having troubles, facing difficult people, or anything else…be patient a while more because Allaah change your situation in a second.

Just be honest and faithful like this man was.

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A True Story The Man Who Has Exceeded Age of 96

A Mentally Challenged haafidh

 

Special Qur’aan Session with a Mentally Challenged Haafidh

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Remember the brother who is mentally challenged & is haafidh of Qur’aan!

Last year, Dubai International Qur’aan Competition did a special session with this Haafidh. He was asked from 3 different kinds of questions:

  1. Questions about hifdh/memorization (read from ….)
  2. Questions about soorah names, aayaah number, page number etc.
  3. Questions about Mutashaabihaat (similar verses/words) which is the difficult thing  for the huffaadh.

A mentally & physically challenged, a haafidh, who is even not able to put his shirt back if he takes it off, but Allaah has blessed him with the complete memorization of Qur’aan & given him a memory sharper than a computer memory chip.

SubhaanAllaah!!

Indeed, from the miracles of the Qur’aan.

وَلَقَدْ يَسَّرْنَا الْقُرْآنَ لِلذِّكْرِ فَهَلْ مِن مُّدَّكِرٍ

“And We have certainly made the Qur’aan easy to understand & remember, so is there any who will remember? [soorah Al-Qamar, v:17]

may Allaah grant us strong memorization of His Book. Aameen.

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SubhaanAllaah!! A mentally challenged haafidh

Have we abandoned the Qur’aan?

Conditions You Must Meet to Benefit from the Qur’aan

True Story Of A Crippled Man

It is reported that Ibn Umm Maktoom radi Allaahu 3Anhu, who was a blind man said to prophet SallAllaahu 3Alayhi wa sallam: “O Messenger of Allaah, I do not have a guide to lead me to the Masjid and he asked the Messenger of Allaah SallAllaahu 3Alayhi wa sallam to grant him a concession allowing him to pray in his house, and he allowed him that, but when he turned away he called him back and asked, “Can you hear the call to prayer?” He said, “Yes.”

He SallAllaahu 3Alayhi wa sallam said, “Then answer it.” (1)

Prophet SallAllaahu 3Alayhi wa sallam said: “And if they only knew what was in the prayers of ‘Isha and Subh (Fajr), they would come to them even if they had to crawl.” (2)

3Abdullaah Ibn Mas3ood said, The Messenger of Allaah SallAllaahu 3Alayhi wa sallam taught us the ways of guidance, and told us that one of the way of guidance is to pray in the Masjid when the Aadhaan (call to prayer) is given.” (3)

In a remote tiny village in Saudi Arabia, an old crippled man crawling to the nearby masjid has been the most familiar scene. Some of those who have watched that man have died as he is now nearly 77.

Since he was a little boy, 3Abdullaah Al Asiri has never missed his daily prayers and insists on performing it at the Masjid despite his handicap.

Asiri was born handicapped in a family of 10, including his parents, three brothers and four sisters. His brothers, sisters, sisters in law and his many nephews and nieces have been looking after him through his life.

Asiri has crawled to and from the Masjid in his southern village of Al-Azeezah five times a day for nearly 65 years, defying the scorching desert summer heat and the pinching cold weather in winter.

His nephew 3Abdul Azeez said he had shot a film of his uncle to “underscore his perseverance, determination and strength.”

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A mentally challenged haafidh

A true story: A little girl named Bara’ah

References:

(1) Saheeh Muslim, 635
(2) Bukhaaree and Muslim
(3) Muslim, 654

When My Lord Asks Me…

روى ابن الجوزي عن أبي حامد الخلفاني أنه قال لأحمد بن حنبل رحمه الله: يا أبا عبد الله هذه القصائد الرقاق التي في ذكر الجنة والنار أي شيء تقول فيها ؟

فقال : مثل أي شيء ؟ فسرد له الرجل تلك الأبيات

وهو يقول : إِذَا مَا قَــال لِـــي رَبِّي أَمَّا اسْتَحْيَيْت تَعْصِيْنِي

“فقال:”أعد علي”قال:فأعدت عليه،فقام ودخل بيته ورد الباب

واصبح له نحيباً من كثرة البكاء.
وقال تلامذته بكى الإمام حتى اصبح لهُ صوتاً
كبكاء الطفل حتى كادَ يهلك من كثرة البكاء.

Poem that made Imaam Ahmad cry

Ibn al-Jawzee mentions in his book that One of the students of Imaam Ahmad asked him: ‘Yaa Abaa 3AbdAllaah, what is your view about these odes (poem) which mention Paradise and Hell?’

He asked, ‘Like what?‘ He said, ‘They say:

When my Lord asks me..
Are you not ashamed to disobey Me?….

He asked him to repeat it & he did it again. Then Ahmad stood up and went into his house and closed the door behind him. The student said, ‘I could hear him from inside the house weeping like a child, it was as though he would die from crying:

This was what recited to him (1)

may Allaah subhaanahu wa ta3aala make my scale heavy with good deeds on the day of Judgement & enter me to Jannah without accounts. aameen

 أَتَيْــت إِلَيْك فَارْحَمْنِــي وَثقــّـل فِي مَوَازِيْنِي

I have come to you (in repentance) – so have mercy on me, and make heavy my scales (with good deeds)

وَخَـفَّف فِي جَزَائِــــي أَنْت أَرَجـى مِن يُجَازِيْنِي

And lighten my account – You are the best of who will bring me to account.

Download the poem (Arabic & English) pdf

(1) “Munaaqib of Imaam Ahmad by Ibn al-Jawzee, page: 205
(Dhayl Tabaqaat’l-Hanaabilah, 1/53)
 

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A True Story The Man Who Has Exceeded Age of 96

أبي امامة رضي الله عنه قال : قال رسول الله صلى الله عليه وسلم : ( من خرج من بيته متطهرا إلى صلاة مكتوبة فأجره كأجر الحاج المحرم ) حديث حسن

Aboo Umaamah reported that the prophet SallAllaahu 3Alayhi wa sallam said: “Whoever leaves his home in a state of purity (wudoo’) to perform obligatory prayer, his reward is like that of a pilgrim (while) in the state of ihraam (i.e. he receives reward similar to that of spending time in ihram during Hajj). (1)

“لو يعلم الناس ما في النداء والصف الأول ، ثم لم يجدوا إلا أن يستهموا عليه لاستهموا عليه”

Prophet SallAllaahu 3Alayhi wa sallam said, “If people knew what blessings lie in the Adhaan and the first row, and they could not achieve this (distinction) by casting lots, they would certainly do so..” (2)

  صلاة الجماعة أفضل من صلاة الفذ بسبع وعشرين درجة   من حديث عبد الله بن عمر ، وقد رواه البخاري ( 619 ) ومسلم 650

“Prayer in congregation is superior to praying individually twenty-seven times.” (3)

In the Friday’s episode [22nd April 2011] of a Qur’aan Program from Sharjah Channel, Shaykh Sheerzaad told an amazing report of a man who has exceeded the age of 96 yet he is NEVER behind in attending a congregation Salaah or being in the 1st row in Masjid Abu Khamees.

His name is Muhammad Khamees Nasir AsSuwaidy from At-Tawar Area from Dubai.

Here are his pics.

May Allaah increase his life-span in His Obedience.

See his back … how difficult it is to walk like this…

Dr Muhammad 3Assaam (Qur’aan Teacher at Sharjah University) looked very touched and affected.

& look at the condition of some Muslims nowadays. Allaah has given them with health, strength & youth, yet they spend it in play and amusement (wasting) & are negligent about the prayers…which is  the foundation of deen…

We ask Allaah to keep us steadfast on His obedience & give us a good end. Aameen

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A mentally challenged haafidh

A true story: A little girl named Bara’ah

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References:
(1) Abo Daawood, classed as Saheeh by Shaykh Albaanee
(2) Saheeh Al-Bukhaaree
(3) Saheeh Al-Bukhaaree & Muslim
 

She’s My Sister

She’s My Sister

by Muhammad Alshareef


Her cheeks were worn and sunken, and her skin hugged her bones. That didn’t stop her because you could never catch her not reciting Qur’aan. She was always vigil in her personal prayer room that our father had set up for her. Bowing, prostrating, raising her hands in prayer, was the way she was from dawn to sunset and back again; boredom was for other people.

As for me, I craved nothing more than fashion magazines and novels. I treated myself to videos until the trips to the rental place became my trademark. It’s a saying that when something becomes habit, people tend to distinguish you by it. I was negligent in my responsibilities and my salah was characterized by laziness.

One night, after a long three hours of watching, I turned the video off. The adhan rose softly in the quiet night. I slipped peacefully into my blanket.

Her voice called me from her prayer room. “Yes? Would you like anything Noorah?” I asked.

With a sharp needle she popped my plans. “Don’t sleep before you pray Fajr!”

Agghh! “There’s still an hour before Fajr. That was only the first aadhan,” I said.

With those loving pinches of hers, she called me closer. She was like that even before the fierce sickness shook her spirit and shut her in bed. “Hanan, can you come sit beside me.”

I could never refuse any of her requests; you could touch the purity and sincerity in her. “Yes, Noorah?”

“Please sit here.”

“Allright, I’m sitting. What’s on your mind?”

With the sweetest mono voice she began reciting:

Every soul shall taste death and you will merely be repaid your earnings on the Day of Resurrection.

She stopped thoughtfully. Then she asked, “Do you believe in death?”

“Of course I do,” I replied.

“Do you believe that you shall be responsible for whatever you do, regardless of how small or large?”

“I do, but Allaah is Forgiving and Merciful, and I’ve got a long life waiting for me.”

“Stop it Hanan! Are you not afraid of death and its abruptness? Take a look at Hind. She was younger than you but she died in a car accident. Death is age-blind and your age could never be a measure of when you shall die.”

The darkness of the room filled my skin with fear. “I’m scared of the dark and now you made me scared of death. How am I supposed to go to sleep now? Noorah, I thought you promised you’d go with us on vacation during the summer break.”

Her voice broke and her heart quivered. “I might be going on a long trip this year Hanan, but somewhere else. All of our lives are in Allaah’s hands and we all belong to Him.”

My eyes welled and the tears slipped down both cheeks. I pondered my sisters grizzly sickness. The doctors had informed my father in private that there was not much hope Noorah was going to outlive the disease. She wasn’t told, so I wondered who hinted to her. Or was it that she could sense the truth?

“What are you thinking about Hanan?” Her voice was sharp. “Do you think I am just saying this because I am sick? I hope not. In fact, I may live longer than people who are not sick. How long are you going to live Hanan? Perhaps twenty years? Maybe forty? Then what?”

Through the dark she reached for my hand and squeezed gently. “There’s no difference between us; we’re all going to leave this world to live in Paradise or agonize in Hell. Listen to the words of Allaah:

فَمَن زُحْزِحَ عَنِ ٱلنَّارِ وَأُدْخِلَ ٱلْجَنَّةَ فَقَدْ فَازَ وَما ٱلْحَيَوٰةُ ٱلدُّنْيَا إِلاَّ مَتَـٰعُ ٱلْغُرُورِ

“And whoever is removed away from the Fire and admitted to Paradise, he indeed is successful. The life of this world is only the enjoyment of deception (a deceiving thing).”

[soorah Aal-e-3Imraan, v: 185]

I left my sister’s room dazed, her words ringing in my ears: “May Allaah guide you Hanan – don’t forget your prayer.”

I heard pounding on my door at eight o’clock in the morning. I don’t usually wake up at this time. There was crying and confusion. O Allaah, what happened?

Noorah’s condition became critical after Fajr; they took her to the hospital immediately.

Inna lillaahi wa inna ilayhi raji3oon.

There wasn’t going to be any trips this summer. It was written that I would spend the summer at home.

It felt like an eternity had gone by when it was one o’clock in the afternoon. Mother phoned the hospital.

“Yes. You can come and see her now.” Dad’s voice had changed, and mother could sense something had gone deathly wrong. We left immediately.

Where was that avenue I used to travel and thought was so short? Why was it so very long now? Where was the cherished crowd and traffic that would give me a chance to gaze left and right? Everyone, just move out of our way!

Mother was shaking her head in her hands crying as she made du3aa for her Noorah. We arrived at the hospital’s main entrance. One man was moaning, while another was involved in an accident. A third man’s eyes were iced. You couldn’t tell if he was dead or alive.

Noorah was in intensive care. We skipped stairs to her floor. The nurse approached us. “Let me take you to her.”

As we walked down the aisles the nurse went on expressing how sweet of a girl Noorah was. She somewhat reassured Mother that Noorah’s condition had gotten better than what it was in the morning. “Sorry. No more than one visitor at a time,” the nurse said.

This was the intensive care unit. Past the flurry white robes, through the small window in the door, I caught my sister’s eyes. Mother was standing beside her. After about two minutes, mother came out unable to control her crying. “You may enter and say salaam to her on the condition that you do not speak too long,” they told me. “Two minutes should be enough.”

“How are you Noorah? You were fine last night sister, what happened?”

We held hands; she squeezed harmlessly. “Even now, alhamdulillaah, I’m doing fine.”

“Alhamdulillaah. ..but…your hands are so cold.”

I sat on her bedside and rested my fingers on her knee. She jerked it away. “Sorry, did I hurt you?”

“No, it is just that I remembered Allaah’s words.”

وَالتَفَّتِ السَّاقُ بالسَّاقِ

“One leg will be wrapped to the other leg [in the death shroud]”. [soorah Al-Qiyaamah]

“Hanan pray for me. I may be meeting the first day of the Hereafter very soon. It’s a long journey and I haven’t prepared enough good deeds in my suitcase.”

A tear escaped my eye and ran down my cheek at her words. I cried and she joined me. The room blurred away and left us two sisters to cry together. Rivulets of tears splashed down on my sister’s palm, which I held with both hands. Dad was now becoming more worried about me. I’ve never cried like that before.

At home and upstairs in my room, I watched the sun pass away with a sorrowful day. Silence mingled in our corridors. One after another, my cousins came in my room. The visitors were many and all the voices from downstairs stirred together. Only one thing was clear at that point!

” Noorah had died!”

I stopped distinguishing who came and who went. I couldn’t remember what they said. O Allaah, where was I? What was going on? I couldn’t even cry anymore.

Later that week they told me what had happened. Dad had taken my hand to say goodbye to my sister for the last time. I had kissed Noorah’s head.

I remember only one thing while seeing her spread on that bed. ” the bed that she was going to die on. I remembered the verse she recited:

وَالتَفَّتِ السَّاقُ بالسَّاقِ

“One leg will be wrapped to the other leg (in the death shroud).”

And I knew too well the truth of the next verse:

إِلَىٰ رَبِّكَ يَوْمَئِذٍ ٱلْمَسَاقُ

“The drive on that day will be to your Lord (Allaah)!”

I tiptoed into her prayer room that night. Staring at the quiet dressers and silenced mirrors, I treasured the person that had shared my mother’s stomach with me. Noorah was my twin sister.

I remembered who I had swapped sorrows with, who comforted my rainy days. I remembered who prayed for my guidance and who spent so many tears for many long nights telling me about death and accountability. May Allaah save us all.

Tonight is Noorah’s first night that she shall spend in her tomb. “O Allaah, have mercy on her and illumine her grave.” This was her Qur’aan and her prayer mat.

And this was the spring, rose-colored dress that she told me she would hide until she got married; the dress she wanted to keep just for her husband.

I remembered my sister and cried over all the days that I had lost. I prayed to Allaah to have mercy on me, accept me and forgive me. I prayed to Allaah to keep her firm in her grave as she always liked to mention in her supplications.

At that moment, I stopped. I asked myself what if it was I who had died. Where would I be moving on to? Fear pressed me and the tears began all over again.

“Allaahu Akbar, Allaahu Akbar”

The first adhan rose softly from the masjid. It sounded so beautiful this time.

I felt calm and relaxed as I repeated the mu’adhin’s call. I wrapped the shawl around my shoulders and stood to pray Fajr. I prayed as if it was my last prayer, a farewell prayer, just like Noorah had done yesterday. It had been her last Fajr.

Now, and in sha Allaah for the rest of my life, if I awake in the morning I do not count on being alive by evening, and in the evening I do not count on being alive by morning.

We are all going on Noorah’s journey.

What have we prepared for it?

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(Translated by Muhammad Alshareef from the book Azzaman Alqaadim)
Mohammad Alshareef translated the following story from the book “Azzaman Alqaadim” and gave it as his final speech at the MYNA East Zone conference. It is a very moving story which had the entire audience in tears

SubhaanAllaah!! A mentally challenged haafidh



Assalaamu 3Alaykum wa rahmatullaah

Allaah subhaanahu wa ta3alaa says in Qur’aan:

إِنَّا نَحْنُ نَزَّلْنَا الذِّكْرَ وَإِنَّا لَهُ لَحَافِظُونَ. سورة الحِجر

“Surely We have revealed the Reminder and We will most surely be its guardian.”

[soorah Al-Hajr, v:9]


The following is a clip of a brother who is mentally challenged and is even not able to put his shirt back if he takes it off, but look and listen how he is able to continue any words that he hears from the Qur’aan!

They ask him about the name of the surah and number of the surah and how many of this statement is mentioned in the Qur’aan, and they gave him among the hardest verses to recall and remember since there are several ones in the Qur’aan and one might get confused between them.

It is amazing how he is not able to answer the questions he is asked properly but the minute he hears a verse or a part of a verse as if you hit the play button in his mind and he starts reciting.

Indeed a soldier that Allaah subhaanahu wa ta3alaa sent to the people to prove to them that these are HIS words and not any humans.

إِنَّا نَحْنُ نَزَّلْنَا الذِّكْرَ وَإِنَّا لَهُ لَحَافِظُونَ. سورة الحِجر

“Surely We have revealed the Reminder and We will most surely be its guardian.” [soorah Al-Hajr, v:9]

May Allaah subhaanahu wa ta3alaa grant us the memorization of His Book and make us amongst His beloved slaves. ameen

A different kind of true story

Assalaamu 3Alaykum wa rahmatullaah

The exceptional characteristics some people display are quite dumbfounding really, particularly when you put yourself in their shoes.

This story published in Saudi Gazette is one such. (reference below (1))

JEDDAH — The touching story began when Abdullah Banimah, who is completely paralyzed appeared on a satellite television program talking about spreading the message of Islam in several countries in the world.

[Abdullaah’s video: clip 1 and clip 2]

When his future wife saw the program she immediately told her father about her desire to marry him because she admired him for courageously facing up to his disability and for dedicating his life to Islamic preaching.

Their dream turned true Tuesday when their friends queued along the road leading to the Al-Salam Wedding Hall in Jeddah to wish the couple a happy married life.

Abdullah had almost drowned in a swimming pool at a sports club in Jeddah. He had remained underwater for 15 minutes. This caused a great deal of damage to his brain which resulted in his paralysis.

The incident made him change his life completely by dedicating it to Islamic work.

Dhaiffallah bin Saad Al-Ghamadi, the bride’s father, said: “My daughter, who works as teacher for one of the Holy Qur’an memorization schools in Jeddah, chose Abdullah on her own. After insisting she wanted to get married to him, I bowed to her will.”

Dhaifallah said the reason for marrying Abdullah is for them to work hand-in-hand in the way of Allah.

Omar Banamh, the groom’s father, said: “I have nothing to say but to pray to Allah to crown this marriage by blessing them with pious offspring.”

He said he hoped Abdullah will see his children grow up with no disability.

Abdullah was ecstatic about his marriage.

“In the beginning I could not believe this was her desire. She really surprised me. I will never ever forget her noble stand and insistence on accepting me as her husband. I pray to Allah day and night to enable me to make her happy for the rest of my life.”

He said he will never forget, for the rest of his days, the many people who had gathered to wish him a happy marriage.”

SubhaanAllaah!!

What a story.

Number of points there.

1. There do exist such people Masha Allah. The daughter, her father, her family should all be praised. Imagine yourself in that situation.

Would you do that? Or would you allow your daughter to marry a crippled man?

What about the extended family?

She belongs to Al-Ghamdi family, which means she comes from the so-called “high society”. How difficult would it be for people to disregard social honor and societal pressure?.

This is why these people are special, masha Allah. May Allah increase their guidance and bless them with good in this life and the hereafter. These are the role models of a society. They deserve coverage in the media. People need good examples.

2. Look at the zeal they have for Islam. Look at how this man’s life changed after a tragedy. So the tragedy was the beginning really. A beginning of a journey insha Allah to achieve the eternal.

3. Despite all difficulties, if Allah wants to bless someone with something, it will come to you. Who would have thought a paralyzed man would get married in the first place? He not only got married, but got a wife who is Insha Allah better than many women.

4. Look at the noble way in which the woman approached the issue of marriage. She wanted to marry him. She spoke to her father and her father approached the man’s family. This is so noble. It’s the pure path Islam has facilitated for men and women — marriage. At stark contrast is the lewd path, where men or women express their feelings to each other and fall into Haraam and illicit relationships. A slippery slope that pulls people down the pit of lust. There’s no love, purity or chastity — there’s only pain, selfishness and desires that turn human beings into animals.

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(1) The Gazette didn’t publish it online, but one can find it in the Feb. 18 print edition on Page 3

Taken from http://saudilife.net/component/content/article/44-jeddah/179-a-different-kind-of-love-story.html

A beautiful story of a Muslimah

بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم

Allaah subhaanahu wa ta3aala said in Qur’aan:

وَمَن يَتَّقِ ٱللَّهَ يَجۡعَل لَّهُ مَخۡرَجً۬ا. وَيَرۡزُقۡهُ مِنۡ حَيۡثُ لَا يَحۡتَسِبُۚ وَمَن يَتَوَكَّلۡ عَلَى ٱللَّهِ فَهُوَ حَسۡبُهُ ۥ

And whosoever fears Allaah & keeps his duty to Him, He will make a way for him to get out (from every difficulty).

And He will provide him from (sources) he never could imagine.

And whosoever puts his trust in Allaah, then He will suffice him.”

[soorah At-talaaq, v:2-3]

The below video is a beautiful story of a pious muslimah.

A touchy story of having tawakkul/trust in Allaah subhaanahu wa ta3ala and Allaah’s way of helping His slaves..


Your parents..When was the last time you hugged your mother?

Bismillah in Arabic

“And your Lord has decreed that you worship none but Him. And that you be dutiful to your parents. If one of them or both of them attain old age in your life, say not to them a word of disrespect, nor shout at them but address them in terms of honour”.

[soorah Al-Isra, v:23]

“My Lord! Bestow on them Your Mercy
as they did bring me up when I was young”.

[Soorah Al-Isra, v:24]

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