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In Remembrance of Gaza
January 7, 2009

     If words can change the world then the burdens of the society would’ve already been placed to rest. And if Allah intended to give the world to the liars and the arrogant folks, then the remnants of Ad would be found in our museums but that is not the way of life nor did Allah create the creation to hand it over to those who over value their standing with Him. My grandfather would often repeat, “patience is the hallway towards the doors of success” and I would never second guess the wisdom of my grandfather but one must ask, what about too much patience? Is there such a thing?

     In recent days, I’ve been over burden with the struggles of life and the consist battles with shaitan, losing some battles, winning others but with the latest events coming out of Gaza, my heart is in great pain. A level of pain that no lover has ever experienced, no matter whom he loved or what era he lived through. It is shameful, as I watch the numbers of civilians killed by the Zionist regime grow; the men,  who’ve been given the responsibility through Allah to rule over the affairs of the Muslims, turn their backs on the situation involving the people of Gaza, one must wonder, are the Arab leaders more fearful of Allah or are they afraid of meeting death at the hands of those who’ve refused Islam? The answer, although very apparent to the naked eye, is still very much unknown to the hearts of men. Until of course, on the very Last Day, the answer to such a question will be made public to us by Allah, and until that day I suggest we treat the leaders of the Arab and Muslim world as the clowns they are, and if not that, then we should grant them attitudes of disrespect, for respect is earned and they have earned none of it. Believe it or not, I’m a very optimistic person but even my optimism has limits and this time, the Arab leaders have crossed that line. I’m not surprised at the aggression of Israel, for they are known to do what they are doing but what if I told you, despite the murderous behaviour by the Zionist towards my fellow Muslim brothers and sisters who have lost their lives, I continue to remind myself, after every hardship comes ease and after today’s over aggression by Israel, tomorrow, the Muslims around the globe will come to know, their leaders deserve no respect and should not be supported. I see a movement coming in the horizon but the question is, do you?  A movement in which the general masses of Muslims will shout at the top of their lungs, enough is enough.  But as for today, I call for patience and tomorrow we shall witness the movement many call, “the changing of tides”.

I have compiled a few verses of poetry bringing to light the burden which has overtaken my heart in recent days.

 

(Gaza – You are in my thoughts. I loved you yesterday, and I love you today. To Allah we belong and to Him we shall return)

 

Bombs bombs bombs,

falling from the sky,

one follows the other throughout the night.

Hand after hand, raised to the sky

as the tears flow begging Allah to send His mercy and His light.

 

I read a letter from my brother in Palestine

He spoke of the day he witnessed his own mother die,

he remained composed and didn’t want to cry,

but his words ripped from my soul, every bit of light

As I actively watched their situation streamed live

Until I concluded, death is indeed better then life

 

In Gaza,

mothers of innocent children continue to die

our sisters lift their abaayas and flee for their lives

as the orphans sit in seclusion wiping the tears from their lonely eyes,

after their fathers have met death and perhaps their memories will fade from their sight.

But another generation will rise to defend the cause on this very night

chanting with pride,

“victory today and tomorrow we shall enter paradise”

but how many days shall the clouds of death overtake the people of Palestine

 

Just the other night,

my ancestor presented himself to me in a dream,

he asked, what has become of Palestine

In shame, I remained silent because I didn’t want to lie

He grabbed me by the collar and said, “wont you stand up for what’s right”

I responded to his question and said,

Its not from my nature to swear but to the situation I say, f**k this!

O’ my uncle, I am certain life without dignity isn’t worth shit!

And excuse my profanity, wont you grant my burdened soul permission to sit?

He turned to me and said,

“O’ child, if only the people of the past could see your state,

disgraced would be placed at the end of all your last names”

 

 

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Question from a Reader
December 17, 2008

Question: “Does it seem strange to you that you will not be able to marvel at what will occur on that Day because of how terrible that day will be?”

     It’s a really interesting question and honestly, as was insisted, I took a few hours and pondered over it. At first I was sort of confused at what angle  my opinions should be derived from, but then I kept re-reading the example about the angels descending and the doors of Jannah opening and then it hit me: it’s very difficult to picture the Day of Judgment and mainly because its a terrible day. Have you ever pondered over the fact that your grave will pop open and generally speaking, humans do not like to be left alone but on that Day, everyone will stand for his own. Again, words cant illustrates the horror nor can the descriptions from our books bring about a level of reality regarding the Day of Judgment that would be acceptable to our creative minds and imagination. Nevertheless, we continue to be engaged in an inner fight to convert the words of the Quran and its descriptions of the Day of Judgment into real life examples using our imaginations and if you ask me, such an action defeats the purpose of absorbing the knowledge of the Last Day and converting that information into a higher level of taqwa. A level of taqwa that would allow you to consistently live with firm faith that there will come a day in which the servant must answer to his King. A King who created the heavens and the earth and did not create the creation without a purpose. 

     Does it seem strange to me that I am not capable of picturing what will occur on that Day because of how terrible and horrified the events of that Day shall be? No, I don’t find it strange. I do not find it strange because Allah, with His wisdom and knowledge, created us with minds that can not over succeeded its maximum potential of understanding the pureness of the unseen. In my opinion, there are things that Allah wanted us to know (ie, the stories of past, the messengers and their names, etc) and then there were matters in which Allah mentioned to us but revealed little knowledge regarding (ie, the soul, etc), and another category of issues in which Allah increased our knowledge and faith, and that category was intended to serve as a reminder of what shall come and be, but with the knowledge Allah sent down, the restrictions within our minds to picture such events were not released (ie, events such as the Last Day, understanding the concept of an eternal life, etc). How can I expect myself to be able to marvel the occurrence of events such as the Last Day when I cant seem to understand the existence of the world of Jinn, even though I have been told of their existence and much more? The point is, rather than over burdening my mind and heart, I accept the Last Day and its reality and furthermore, it is a Day in which many souls shall loose hope and the once upon a time expensive sincere tear, shall be worthless.

     Of course there are times when I sit back and think to myself, why would my mother and father who love me just as they love themselves and maybe even more, turn their backs on me (on that Day)? Later that same day, when I would visit my mother and find her engaged in some worldly acts, I would look into her eyes and I would notice her love for me and I could only conclude, the only reason my mother would turn her back on me would be under grave circumstances and thus, the Last Day is a type of day in which I will never be able to fully comprehend until I experience the trails of that Day for myself. I pray and wish to survive such trails so that I may enter Jannah and be able to look back and ponder over that Day with a better understanding and a higher level of gratitude.  But until that Day, I only have the verses of the Quran and the hadeeth of our Messenger (peace be upon him) in which I shall review hoping it will prepare me for such a grave Day.

Reminiscing or daydreaming?
October 7, 2008

     Reminiscing or was I daydreaming? Was I reflecting back to what had occurred in the past or was I creating new mental facts? Was I allowing my memory to connect back to my conscious like rivers connecting to open seas or was I really guilty of over flowing the banks that hold my imagination intact, and had I finally allowed my mind to run wild on me? Perhaps the later is more appropriate and whatever the case be, it all reminds me as to how I met her. How, a day amongst the days which have come and gone, my gaze fell upon her gaze and my soul, which had kept to itself, jumped from our strict boundaries to meet her soul leading to soul touching soul. It was a meeting of two different worlds, the past and the future, the living and the dead, a meeting that took place but according to history, it hasn’t but it has and only the blindness of history had prevented it from recording its actual existence. Place much value into my words as I declare, the meeting was as real as living life or breathing in the fresh fall air. Such a meeting between the two formerly trapped souls had caused the world, which previously appeared to be an evil place for its harboring of evil of criminals and souls, to appear to be a place for eternal peace, somewhat like the heavens which Allah has described in countless verses in the Quran.    
    
     I call my meeting her a complete coincidence but when I visited my teacher, or should I call him my poetic reciter; upon revealing to him the events of what took place, how I came to find the individual I have been searching for – for some time, he turned down my “it was a complete coincidence” claim inexchange for his, ‘it was qadar wa qada’. Qadar wa Qada? Of course it was Qadar wa Qada and as my gaze met her gaze, words became pearls. Silence upon silence. The world froze and the birds that had been flying freely, landed immediately upon tree branches and all watched very closely as to what would happen next. She spoke and you wouldn’t believe what she said – she said….
 
 
 
 
 

 

 

 

Preview of my Article for the ROF Newsletter
June 24, 2008

       For weeks, I didn’t have any desire to write. I battled within myself to write Safia, the Boss-Lady, an email explaining my lack of passion to write for this coming edition of the Qmajd newsletter. I wanted to write her a carefully worded email that would sugar code my excuses in a way that she probably, more likely than not, wouldn’t be able to notice. But before I could start such an email, an idea came to me (alhamdulilah, because I couldn’t deal with Safia’sresponse). An idea that suggested I take a previously written article from my blog, keep the foundation of the post, but add to its overall meaning and BANG! I would have myself a newsletter submission. So for days, I flipped through the many articles that I had the privilege of writing and I focused my attention one particular article. I took the foundation of that article, inserted some jokes between the lines, changed the wording, wrote the article with carefully selected words and KAA BOOM! I’m done. I have myself a newsletter submission and even more, no need to write the Boss-Lady an email. By the way, if any of you know Safia, dont inform her that I was minutes away from writing her an email that would suggest,  ‘I, mentally broke my writing arm and I could no longer fulfill my duty in submitting a piece for the ROF newsletter’. Don’t tell her that because that is no longer the case. And if it does happen to slip from your tongue while you’re careless, know that I will FIND YOU! And you don’t want be to find you. Maybe you do. I dont know, do you?

     So here is a preview of what I intend to submit for the ROF newsletter (inshAllah): 

It will be called, “Meet me in Jannah”

    

     I returned my attention to counting the bricks when all of a sudden, I heard some noise coming from the distance. I looked to my right and I saw a beautiful woman working in the field. I rushed to my guide and I asked, “Is that Haneefah? Better yet, I’ll go over there and introduce myself, after all, I am her husband”. I started to walk with confidence in her direction and when I had approached the beautiful young woman, I said, “Assalam alaikum”, she responded, “wa alaikum assalam”. I continued, “why are you working so hard, O’wife of mine?” Surprisingly, she was startled by my words and I started second guessing my approach to the beautiful woman. I started to wonder, is this not the correct manner to approach your wife in paradise? Did I speak with careless words? I looked back at my guide, who was designated to assist me but he was no where to be found.  I remained silent and awaited the response from Haneefah. Moments later, she said,“I am not Haneefah”, and continued, “ I am Layla, your maid-girl”. I thought to myself, a maid? No waaaay! She is too beautiful to be a maid. If only my homeboys from the life of the world could see such a maid girl, how many of them would be content with her as company for eternity? Every single one of them and I was certain of such an answer. “You are my servant?”, I asked. “No way! That can not be. Listen, I’m thinking, I want to promote you from a maid-girl to a wifey so let me go and talk to my guide and see what we can do. Sit tight. I can’t make any promises but I will be back insh’Allah”, I concluded. She focused her merciful eyes on my every move and stated before my departure, “do as you wish, Allah has created me to serve you and I gain my pleasure through your service”. Amazed by such a response, I sprinted, not walked, but sprinted back to my guide and informed him of my newest intentions. “Hey, so…hmmm, I’m thinking, after I met that woman over there, you know, Layla, by the way, she is too FINE; I’m thinking that I want to, you know, marry her, so lets make it happen. Write this down, I, Mohamed, want my first wish in Jannah to be; Layla’s transformance from a maid-girl to my eternal wifey. Did you write that down? Good. So what can we do to make this happen?”, I asked. “Help a brotha out”, I continued. My guide smiled at my request and before he could respond, I….(to be continued in the ROF newsletter inshAllah)

A Broken Ummah
June 20, 2008

     They say, ‘unity brings strength, a nation that unites is a nation that prospers’ but the question is, have we, as an Nation, reached that level where we can claim unity with strength? Originally, I wanted to name this post, “what does it take to be a Muslim?” and I wasn’t going to throw around statements such as, “proclaim the shahadah and BANG! You’re a Muslim”, although that is true. Rather I wanted to bring to light the misconceptions of actions that are perceived to add to the overall progress of our Ummah.

     Let me begin with an example; lets say, a young sister (or even a brother), who prays five times a day, fasts (not only during ramadan but throughout the different months), reads Quran daily and eventually gets the lifetime opportunity to  perform Hajj (and YES, its the performance of a lifetime); do all of those acts of worship improve the situation of our Ummah or do they facilitate the road to paradise for one person? It’s a question that can be debated however, in all honesty, from observing the example, I would have to incline towards the later of the two suggestions. Why? Simple.

     Let’s take a moment and examine salah. The establishment of prayer by an individual adds, improves and protects the situation of that particular person’s status with Allah. In the Book of Allah, the King of kings stated reasons for establishing the prayer. He, the Majestic and Most-High said, “and perform the Salah; Verily, the Salah prevents from Al-Fahsha’ and Al-Munkar” (Al-Ankaboot verse 45). The prayer protects from Al-Fahsha and Al-Munkar meaning, the salah would prevent an individual from immoral behavior and evil actions. But dont misunderstand this ayaat to mean that a person who prays can not possibly commit crimes because that is not true. In fact, Ibn Katheer mentions a story about a man who came to the Messenger of Allah (saw) and with this ayaat in mind, he said to the Messenger of Allah (saw), “so and so prays at night but when morning comes, he steals”. At that, the Prophet (saw) said, إِنَّهُ سَيَنْهَاهُ مَا تَقُول  (what are you saying [ie, salah] will stop him from doing that). In other words, yes, the prayer protects the individual from evil but the change must come from within. We must understand that there isn’t and will never be a short cut to Jannah (actually, maybe there is one shortcut but I’m not telling NO ONE). Getting back to my original point; salah brings improvement to the situation of one individual and helps protect him, and becomes a means of guidance from Allah, the Lord of all the Worlds. If you choose not to pray then you loose out in this world and when the matter has been settled and the smoke has cleared, you’ll find your seat waiting for you in the fire of Hell along with the sinners. The same sinners who were asked by the people of paradise in the Quran, “what brought you into hell? And they shall say; we were not of those who prayed” (74:42-43).

     So if you happen to be among the fortunate group of people who guard their prayers then be grateful to Allah and dont ever, I mean EVER EVER EVER think that your prayer somehow brings improvement to the overall situation of our brothers and sisters across the globe. It doesn’t. Prayer is of benefit to you and it is the right of Allah over you. It does not give you the right to walk with pride, raise your head and confidently declare, “I’m a good Muslim because I pray”, for prayer is the least you could do as a believer.

     As for the issue of fasting, it purifies your soul. It protects you from evil and guards your faith. The more you fast, the more at ease you become with your soul. Fasting is a great blessing from Alllah and all but a small group of us have ignored the superority of the one who fasts over the one who doesnt. Have you ever asked yourself, which month is the best of months? Or which of the days is the best of days? (The answers to those questions are, the month of Ramadan and the day of Arafat). Now let me ask you, what do these two (Ramadan and the day of Arafat) have in common? For one, fasting. Although in Ramadan fasting is mandatory on those of us who can observe it, while on the day of Arafat, to observe fasting on such a day carries great benefit but is not mandatory. Nevertheless, the Day of Arafat and the month of Ramadan bring benefit and great rewards to those who patiently fast on such great occasions. On a side note; nowadays, when the local Imam informs us of the benefits for fasting on such a day as Arafat, many ask, “Ya’Shiek, is it sunnah to fast on this day or is it fard?”. Shamfully, during the time of the companions, such question never existed. 

       Now back to the matter at hand, so if you fast, alhamdulilah, the reward of fasting is so great, you’ll find it on your scale of deeds on the Day when the stars will be falling and the sky will be ripping to pieces but as for today, be patient but dont be ignorant. Do not allow yourself to think your fasting is contributing positive outcome to the situation of the Muslims who continue to suffer because IT AINT! Fasting has been prescribed upon you and brings benefit only for you. As for improving the problems facing the Ummah, it does very little. 

     Truthfully, I could continue to break down the rest of the example I presented earlier and draw a picture that will illustrate the minimum level of actions and deeds a believer can commit too in order to have a chance to enter Jannah, more often then not, brings benefit to himself while it brings little benefit to the situation of the Muslims around the world.

    So here are a few questions that I need you to answer before we can proceed further. Do you (sincerely) want to make a difference? Do you want to revive the Ummah and be of those who led during the Ummah’s toughest moments? If so, here is one of many suggestions that could lead to the road of our Ummah’s overall improvement. Are you listening? Get involved. Do something for the Ummah. Don’t be of those who say, “yeah, you know…I pray five times a day at the masjid. I know I’m so mashAllah, what can I say? It took me a couple of years to train myself to be this way and did I forget to mention, I read about 10 pages of Quran daily? Now who said, I’m not doing much for the Ummah?”. Its almost laughable because such a person who makes such actions known is seeking the pleasure of the people. If not that, than someone needs to slap homeboy across the head a remind him that he is doing VERY little for the ummah, although he may doing much for himself. Nevertheless, its true, everything that was mentioned by such an individual is impressive and ultimately, will improve his chances of being admitted into paradise but nothing I’ve heard from such an individual suggests to me that he cares about the Muslims. Don’t get me wrong, if the Messenger of Allah (saw) stated and made it permissible for every man (or woman) to work for himself without caring about the brotherhood of the Muslims, then Big Ups to such a person who has striven to his own best interest. However, the Messenger of Allah (saw) and Allah Himself, have made it clear that this Ummah is the best of Ummahs because we have the best of examples to follow. Therefore, it is from eeman and the way of the Prophet, to love for your brother what you love for yourself and if you don’t, then you my friend, haven’t tasted the sweetness of eemaan. The point is, we are not only responsible for our well being and our families well being but also, we are responsible for the well being of the Ummah. Every single man and woman who is apart of the Ummah. Did we forget that Islam connected our hearts when we were divided into tribes and nations? Maybe we have but let me just remind you, our relationship as brothers and sisters in Islam, will continue far past our lifetime and well into the next. So don’t be of those who cared about no one but their own self-fish souls.

     Keep in mind; if you go to the masjid and complete your daily prayers in congregation then take it one step further and take someone along with you. If you did that, you’ll be doing something positive for the Ummah. If you read the Quran every single day and you’re content with your relationship with Quran, take it one step further and go and teach your younger siblings the Book of Allah. If you did that, you would be doing something positive for the Ummah. If you fast and you find no one around you wants who desires to fast, then take the money that you would of spent throughout the day and find a poor man on the streets and ask him if he would like for you to purchase him a meal. If he says yes, go with him and along the way, introduce yourself as a Muslim and inform him that God has ordered you to spend from that which you love on others (inshAllah he will be impressed by your good manners and your generosity and hopefully, he will accept Islam). If you did that, then you would be doing something positive for the Ummah. The point is, be creative. Don’t become content with your level of commitment to Islam. Remember, Allah stands in no need of us while we will forever stand in great need of Him.                                                                                            

Obama for President?
June 13, 2008

          If, and I say this with due respect, you’re one of the millions of Obama supporters across the nation, reality will greet you in the form of a wake up call this November. It will hit you harder than the tornadoes that have been ripping cross the different states in recently weeks or the flooding that has destroyed parts of the Midwest. In all honesty, there is no hecking way Obama is going to win the fight for the White House. I know, or should I say, I assume your emotions are damping your abilities to come to terms with reality, but that within itself, can not be used as an excuse to deny the truth. The truth being, yes, the Americans have come along way in selecting an African American to represent a major political party in the federal elections but just as you wouldn’t expect a toddler who took his first step a moment ago, to turn around and join the National relay team, why then would you expect a civilization that has been relatively conservative throughout history, to all of a sudden, select a black man to represent them around the world? You’re being foolish? Maybe? Or perhaps someone slipped a pill known as the “Yes, we can” into your morning coffee while you focused your attention on the CNN broadcast of the latest political news for the day? I think the later suits your situation more then the former but whatever the case be, please, and I say this with semi-sincerity, don’t let your ‘hope’ to see a better American under the leadership of Obama blind you from reality.

          If you don’t believe me when I proclaim that Obama will loose the federal elections this November than you probably wouldn’t believe me if I told you, its not the president of the blue and red states that runs the affairs of the American people but rather, the big oil companies and the Pharmaceutical drug lords, in addition to the lobbyist, they, my friends, are the true rulers of the laws of the so-called free states.

          You still don’t believe me..? Well, what can I say, although I’m a supporter of Mr. Obama, I couldn’t allow my messed up emotions to deny my abilities in coming to terms with the John McCain victory in November.

Did You know!
June 10, 2008

Did you know….

1) Many years ago in Scotland , a new game was invented. It was ruled
‘Gentlemen Only…Ladies Forbidden’…and thus the word GOLF entered into the English language.

2) The first couple to be shown in bed together on prime time TV were Fred and Wilma Flintstone.

3) (Generally speaking) Men can read smaller print more than women can and women can hear better.

4) Coca-Cola was originally green

5) It is impossible to lick your elbow ( I said, IMPOSSIBLE).

6) The State with the highest percentage of people who walk to work: Alaska

7) The cost of raising a medium-size dog to the age of eleven: $ 16,400

8 ) The average number of people airborne over the U.S. in any given hour: 61,000

9) The first novel ever written on a typewriter: Tom Sawyer

10) At least 75% of people who read point 5 will try to lick their elbows!

11) In Shakespeare’s time, mattresses were secured on bed frames by ropes. When you pulled on the ropes the mattress tightened, making the bed firmer to sleep on. Hence the phrase……… ‘goodnight, sleep tight.’

12) Question: Which day are there more collect calls than any other day of the year? Answer: Father’s Day

13) Question: What is the only food that doesn’t spoil? Answer: Honey

14) 111,111,111 x 111,111,111 = 12,345,678,987,654,321

15) If a statue in the park of a person on a horse has both front legs in the air, the person died in battle. If the horse has one front leg in the air the person died as a result of wounds received in battle. If the horse has all four legs on the ground, the person died of natural causes.

16) Question: What do bulletproof vests, fire escapes, windshield wipers, and laser
printers and White-Out, all have in common?
Answer: All were invented by women.

17) It was the accepted practice in Babylon 4,000 years ago that for a month after the wedding, the bride’s father would supply his son-in-law with all the mead he could drink. Mead is a honey beer and because their calendar was lunar based, this period was called the honey month, which we know today as the honeymoon.

Believe it or not, you can actually read the following paragraph….

I cdnuolt blveiee taht I cluod aulaclty uesdnatnrd waht I was rdanieg. The phaonmneal pweor of the hmuan mnid Aoccdrnig to rscheearch at Cmabrigde Uinervtisy, it deosn’t mttaer in waht oredr the ltteers in a wrod are, the olny iprmoatnt tihng is taht the frist and lsat ltteer be in the rghit pclae. The rset can be a taotl mses and you can sitll raed it wouthit a porbelm. Tihs is bcuseae the huamn mnid deos not raed ervey
lteter by istlef, but the wrod as a wlohe. Amzanig huh?

You know you’re living in the year 2008 when…

1. You accidentally enter your PIN on the microwave.

2. You haven’t played solitaire with real cards in years.

3. You have a list of 15 phone numbers to reach your family of three.

4. You text the person who is sitting a few seats down from you while you’re both in class.

5. Your reason for not staying in touch with friends and family is that they don’t have e-mail addresses.

6. You pull up in your own driveway and use your cell phone to see if anyone is home to help you carry in the groceries.

7. Every commercial on television has a web site at the bottom of the screen

8. Leaving the house without your cell phone, which you didn’t even have the first 20 or so years of your life, is now a cause for panic and you turn around to go and get it.

10. You get up in the morning and go on line before you do anything else.

11. You start tilting your head sideways to smile.

12. You’re reading this and nodding and laughing.

13. Even worse, you know exactly who of your friends should read this post because it relates to them in so many ways.

14. You are too busy to notice there was no #9 on the list.

15. You actually scrolled back up to check that there wasn’t a #9 on the list.

18 Seconds
June 4, 2008

64-64 with 18 seconds left in the game. My team calls a timeout and quickly they huddle together in order to draw out the perfect game winning play. I stand amongst them quiet with my gaze starring off into the empty court. I sought to find my first love; her name, Spalding. We met about 14 years ago and it was love at first sight. A connection that could build bridges between committed enemies and the foundation for my love of Spalding was built upon trust and passion. I needed her. I wanted her. I patrolled the empty court with my gaze seeking to find her whereabouts. I found her in the hands of a foreign man and I became outraged. I grew angry, for when I love someone, I seek to protect them and keep them close to myself.

 

In the silence of the moment, despite the loud cheers of fans and the rough voice of team-mate who drowned the voices of others, I looked towards my love and spoke to her in our language. I asked, “my love, are you betraying our contract even as I stand in your presence?”. Quickly she sought refuge from my acquisitions and reaffirmed for me her commitment to our treaty. She said, “come for me” and I responded, “in a few seconds, I will be with you”. I redirected my focus on my team-mates and I asked for my Spalding. I told them, “it is I who will bring you victory. O my team-mates, don’t you worry”. We ended the huddle and retook our positions on the court. I kept my gaze on Spalding and she asked, “will you not allow me to find security in the comfort of your hands?” I reassured her in due time my love, we will be together. My team-mate in bounded Spalding and she found her place of desire; my hands. I wrapped my palms and fingers around her and held her close to my chest. I wanted her to hear the acceleration of my heart beat at that exact moment when she found her castle known as my chest. I asked, “baby can I have this dance..?” and she said, “O my love, take me where you intend”. I put her gently on the ground, directed her through my legs going left and back through my right, as I kept my communication with her throughout the process. I shook the defender, glanced at the clock and I knew time was up against us.

 

Ten seconds remaining and I needed to stop dancing so I stated, “baby, I’m going to take you to the rack. Drive you home like it’s the ninth inning of the World Series.” She said, “be gentle, don’t you be rough on me. Just pull-up and release me with confidence”.

 

          Seven seconds left, I set my mind on a move that will clinch the game. I said, “Spalding, baby…I don’t wanna let you go but I promise I’ll be smooth with my stroke and my release point will be just right”. She said, “do what you got to do and inshAllah you will find me to be among the patient”. So I focused my attention on the basket, with my mind on the game and my heart on my Spalding, I faked left, went right and with just three seconds left on the clock, I stepped back and I released my Spalding and watched her as she found the decree of Allah.    

Whats Really GOOD!
May 14, 2008

              1) Some time ago, I was sitting in the masjid awaiting the prayer when my gaze fell on a man. He was performing prayer alhamdulilah but his eyes wondered left and right while his body shifted with each glance. His attention span for the prayer was weak. Indeed, one look at him and you would conclude he was lacking that sweet connection that is gained through the prayer. Shortly afterwards, I noticed something was viberating and as I focused my attention, I realised the viberation was coming from his phone. I watched as he placed his hand into his pocket, pulled out his phone and glanced at the caller ID. So what right? Ok but what happened next shocked me. After reaching for the phone to perhaps silence the viberation, the brother looked at his phone and it must of been someone really important because he answered the call. I heard him say, “yo, can I call you back, I’m praying right now” and literally, he was in the prayer. I was like, “subhanAllah, Whats is going on these days?” The brother must of caught my response because he quickly focused his gaze on me and although moments earlier, he was glorifying the Lord of the heavens and the earth, he rushed out of the prayer hall faster than you can say, “playa, only Allah can judge you”.

                2) A few summers ago when I was vacationing in Djibouti, my neighbor, a brother whom I truly love for the sake of Allah would often spend the nights over at my house. We would stay up all night talking, sharing jokes and catching up on the major events that we missed in each others lives. One night, we both were well aware that fajr was quickly approaching and my father would soon be walking down the stairs in my house to awake us for the prayer. The thing about my father is, he is an easy-going man but when it comes to salah, he is firm and strict. My companion and I both knew that and we very much disliked for my father to walk in on us while we were awake and engaged in useless talk. Moments before the prayer, shaitan overpowered us and we fell asleep. My father walked down the stairs and although I was half-a-sleep, I could hear his footsteps descending upon my room while my subconscious focused on the door. As soon as I felt his hand touch my door nob, I sat up. He walked in and said, “Mohamed, wake Sam up and make wudo, its fajr”. I got off my bed, rushed to awake my companion as my father watched on. I said, “Yo Sam, get up, get up…” and when my companion opened his eyes, he saw my father looking at his direction and so he jumped up. We made wudo and departed for the masjid. On our way to the masjid, my companion expressed his concern of being extremely tired but I failed to process the information. When we reached the masjid, we joined the congregation. My companion stood next to me while my father was on the other side of the masjid. When the Imam made sajdah, we followed him and when he rose back up, all of us returned to our original position of prayer except for one brother. That brother was my companion who somewhere between the sajdah and getting back up, fell asleep. Everyone around me thought that something awful happened to my companion but I knew he fell asleep. I tried to tap him with my foot but my efforts went for nothing. He started to distract the people around us because they started to redirect their attention to him so I stepped on him with force but again, nothing. He was out cold. When the prayer was complete, people rushed to assist him, fearing something awful had happened to him during the prayer. I sat near by and distanced myself from him. I watched the people try to perform ‘the Djiboutian CPR’ but quickly, they came to the realization that he wasn’t injured or dead but rather, sleeping. Wisely, they left him alone and in that state. In the midst of all of this, I focused my attention on my father who despite all the commotion, sat quietly away from everyone. When the people left my companion alone, I jumped on him and shook him until he woke up. He responded with a fading voice and said, “What!” I told him, “get up”. When his senses returned to him, I said, “are you crazy bro?”

“Crazy? What did I do?”

“What did you do? You were sleeping in the prayer! Everyone thought that you were dead!…”

 

A Woman Warrior
April 30, 2008

 A woman warrior of Islam
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excerpted from the book
‘The Ideal Muslimah’
by Dr. Muhammad Ali Al Hashimi

One of the most distinguished women who took part in the battle of Uhud, if not the most distinguished of them, was Nasibah bint Ka’b al-Maziniyyah, Umm ‘Umarah (May Allah be pleased with her). At the beginning of the battle, she was bringing water and tending the wounded, as the other women were doing. When the battle was going in the favour of the Muslims, the archers disobeyed the command of the Prophet (SAW), and this turned the victory into defeat, as the Qur’an described it:
“Behold! You were climbing up the high ground, without even casting a side glance at anyone, and the Messenger in your rear was calling you back…” 3:153At this point, Nasibah went forward, with her sword unsheathed and her bow in her hand, to join the small group who were standing firm with the Prophet (SAW), acting as a human shield to protect him from the arrows of the mushrikin. Every time danger approached the Prophet (SAW) she hastened to protect him. The Messenger of ALlah (SAW) noticed this, and later said, “Wherever I turned, to the left or the right, I saw her fighting for me.”Her son ‘Umarah also described what happened on that tremendous day: “On that day, I was wounded in my left hand. A man who seemed to be as tall as a palm-tree struck me, then went away without pursuing me to finish me off. The blood began to flow copiously, so the Messenger of Allah (SAW) told me, ‘Bind up your wound.’ My mother came to me, and she was wearing a waist-wrapper, which she had brought, for the purpose of wrapping wounds. She dressed my wound, whilst the Prophet (SAW) was looking on. Then she told me, ‘Get up, my son, and fight the people.’ The Prophet (SAW) said, ‘Who could bear what you are putting up with, O Umm ‘Umarah?’ She said: The man who had struck my son came by, and the Messenger of ALlah (SAW) said, ‘This is the one who struck your son.’ I intercepted him and hit him in the thigh, and he collapsed. I saw the Messenger of ALlah (SAW) smiling so broadly that I could see his back teeth. He said, ‘You have taken your revenge, O Umm ‘Umarah!’ Then we struck him with our weapons until we killed him, and the Prophet (SAW) said: ‘Praise be to Allah (SWT), who granted you victory over him, gave you the satisfaction of taking revenge on your enemy, and let you see the vengeance for yourself.” On this day, Nasibah herself received many wounds whilst she was fighting the people and striking their chests. The Prophet (SAW) saw her, and called to her son, “Your mother! Your mother! See to her wounds, may Allah (SWT) bless you and your household! Your mother has fought better than so-and-so.” When his mother heard what the Prophet (SAW) said, she said, “Pray to Allah (SWT) that we may accompany you in Paradise.” He said, “O Allah (SWT), make them my companions in Paradise.” She said, ” I do not care what befalls me in this world.” Umm ‘Umarah’s jihad was not confined to the battle of Uhud. She was also present on a number of other occasions, namely the treaty of ‘Aqabah, Al-Hudaybiyah, Khaybar and Hunayn. Her heroic conduct at Hunayn was no less marvellous than her heroic conduct at Uhud. At the time of Abu Bakr’s Khilafah, she was present at Al-Yamamah where she fought brilliantly and received eleven wounds as well as losing her hand. It is no surprise that the Prophet (SAW) gave her the good news that she would enter Paradise, and that she was later held in high esteem by the khalifah Abu Bakr Al-Siddiq and his commander Khalid ibn Al-Walid and then by ‘Umar ibn al-Khattab (RA)!!!*****************
This was a short story of one of the great women in Islam. May Allah have mercy on her and the other believers.