I wonder what would happen if we treated our QUR’AAN like we treat our cell phone?
What if we carried it around in our purses or pockets?
What if we flipped through it several times a day?
What if we turned back to go get it if we forgot it?
What if we used it to receive messages from the text?
What if we treated it like we couldn’t live without it?
What if we gave it to Kids as gifts?
What if we used it when we travelled?
What if we used it in case of emergency?
This is something to make you go..hmm. Where is my QURAAN?
Oh, and one more thing. Unlike our cell phone, we don’t have to worry
about the HOLY QUR’AAN being disconnected because ALLAH has already paid the bill well in advance.
Makes you stop and think “where are my priorities?”
NO REJECTED calls!
NO FLAT BATTERY !!!!
NO “pls call me’s” coz He will call on you ALL THE TIME!!!!
The following poem was emailed to me by Mahomed Suleman:
MY BELOVED
There was a time in my youth,
When Islam was only a custom.
They said “say La IIaha IIIa Allah,..
And pray, you’ll go to Heaven.”
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Ah, how simple, no struggle in this,
Just a word, and simple act.
Thereafter I’m absorbed in this world again,
With my ‘assured’ place in Paradise intact.
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But this was not to be my fate
For ALLAH chose to guide my heart.
I learnt of a man who struggled so hard
When his mission was from the start.
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The story of someone who had morals,
Spoke gently, kindness he knew.
Never fearing to say what’s right,
His conviction in ISLAM was true.
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The touch of his hand was as soft as silk
To comfort a crying child.
To mend his clothes, or do the chores,
Never complaining, he always smiled.
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A living he made with his bare hands,
The same that held his mighty sword.
Valour shone from the edge of his blade,
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His smell was always of musk,
And cleanliness he kept at his best.
Stark contrast with the heroes of today,
Who stink of beer and sweat.
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He held the hands of his companions.
Unashamed to play with many children.
So modest, so humble, a perfect example,
That strangers could not recognise him.
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His eyes slept little for nights were precious,
His prayers he treasured much greater.
To pray Tahajjud in the depths of night,
Seeking forgiveness, and nearness to his Creator.
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He broke his tooth for me at Uhud,
And bled for me at Ta’if.
He cried for me, tears of concern,
Just so I could have this belief.
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His enemies admired his teachings,
Uniting every religion, every clan.
Till ISLAM came to every corner of the world,
O, but indeed he was only a man.
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To own a house, or build his wealth
Was not his main priority.
To establish ISLAM was more essential,
To bring us under a Higher Authority.
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Don’t you want him to plea for your case,
When before ALLAH-The Judge-you stand?
Don’t you wish to be around his fountain,
A burning desire to drink from his hand?
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So I love him more than all creation,
My Leader, my Humble Prophet.
Muhammad (SAWS) was a mercy to all mankind,
And to me, he is MY BELOVED !
The poem has truth only, it isn’t only about feelings, it’s about what happens everyday. The world needs to wake up and see what’s going on.
You talk of how 9/11 was a day you suffered,
And how it was a day where it killed 3,000,
And a sad day that must be remembered for eternity…
And it is a day you keep reminding us about,
And you cry over it repeatedly…
When does the second face of the hypocrite expose itself?
In Palestine, my people are bombed constantly,
Homes bulldozed like grass being cut with a lawnmower.
In Afghanistan and ‘Iraaq, my people are cowardly bombed from the sky,
Most of the time, killing women and children,
And destroying homes and families.
In Somalia, my people are raped and their neighborhoods bombed,
Until my people wake up every morning, expecting the worst.
But of course, none of this matters to you.
Because the blood of an American is worth more than a Muslim…
So glad tidings of hypocrisy to the two faced people,
Who cry of innocent deaths on 9/11,
But turn their faces away towards the innocent deaths of daily life,
Committed by its own people and her allies.
And glad tidings to these two faced hypocrites,
Who attack the Muslim lands after 9/11 based on retaliation,
Yet, for some reason, the Muslims don’t have this same right,
When they retaliated for the crimes of America
On September the 11th.
You talk of 9/11,
But 9/11 happens everyday in my lands.
Thanks to Somaya Mohamed for the interesting email:
There was once a learned scientist after a lot of practice and efforts developed a formula and learned the art of reproducing himself. He did it so perfectly that it was impossible to tell the reproduction from the original. Thus was successful in his formula. One day while doing his research realized that the Angel of Death was searching for him. In order to remain immortal he reproduced a dozen copies of himself. The reproduction was so meticulous that all of them looked exactly like him. Now when this Angel of death came down, he was at a loss to know which of the thirteen before him was the original scientist, and confused, he left them all alone and returned back to heaven. But, not for long, for being an expert in human nature, the Angel came up with a clever idea. He said to the scientist addressing all thirteen of them, Sir, you must be a genius to have succeeded in making such perfect reproduction formula of yourself. However, I have discovered a flaw in your work, just one tiny little flaw. The scientist immediately jumped out and shouted, Impossible! Where is the flaw? Right here said the Angel, as he picked up the scientist from among the reproductions and carried him off. The whole purpose of the scientist and his formula of reproduction failed as he could not control his pride and lost his life. So check out friends, while your Knowledge and Skills takes you to the top of the ladder and make you successful, but the three letter word EGO will pull you down immediately. Let go your Ego.
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