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Rain Drop

A reblog to consider. How many times in Qur’an does Allaah ta Ala mention “for those who think, or perhaps you will consider, or He has put forth an example for those who use their intellect?”

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Rain Drop 💧

✨Your Worth is with whom
You are Associated with✨

🔸Beautiful explanation by Maulana Rumi:

Explaining the meaning of ‘Association’ he said:..

“💦 A rain drop from the sky: if it is caught by clean hands, is pure enough for drinking.

💧If it falls in the gutter, its value drops so much that it can’t be used even for washing your feet.

💧If it falls on a hot surface, it will evaporate…

💧If it falls on a lotus leaf, it shines like a pearl

💧and finally, if it falls on an oyster, it becomes a pearl…

💧The drop is the same, but its existence & worth depends on whom it is associated with.”…

🔸Always be associated with people who are good at heart..You will experience your own inner transformation”…

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Islamic Reminders, Life Gems, Posts from sister-Bloggers

Too Busy

This was taken from a post from some time ago from a sister blogger, Salimat from Islam, My Life as a Muslim: I just love how brief yet direct this message is!

“This is a Nasiha I gave on a whatsapp group some weeks ago and I decided to share it with you all.
We are too Busy trying to get a degree that we forget our purpose of creation. We are too busy trying to be the best in school that we forget our obligations as Muslims. We are too busy trying to follow the trend that we neglect the Sunnah of the Rasul. We are too Busy trying to please people that we forget that we are obligated to Please Allah first.
We are too busy trying to prove our worth to people that we forget Allah has created us in the best of forms. We are too busy hanging out with friends that we forget keeping family ties is a part of the Sunnah. We are too busy committing sins that we forget that one day we will account for our deeds. We are too busy chasing this dunya that we forget that what matters the most is the Akhira.
“And the Hereafter is better for you than the first [life].”(Q93:V4)
O you who believe. Don’t be distracted by worldly affairs for this dunya is an enjoyment of deception. Strive hard for your Akhira. Don’t give into societal pressure. Don’t busy yourself worrying about this dunya.
Instead worry about the day when you will stand in front of your lord to account for your deeds. Worry about the day that a mother will deny her own child. Worry about the day that the sun will be very close to your head. Worry about the day you have to pass the SIRAT. Be Busy gathering lots of good deeds for your Akhira. Run towards the Ajr of Allah. Don’t forget that it’s only by the Mercy of Allah that we will go to Jannah.”

Days in the Life, Islamic Reminders, Life Gems, Uncategorized

Salt VS Rice

A short reminder with a lasting impact, taken from Ana Muslimah:

If you were to cook 3 cups of rice, would you add 3 cups of salt to it?

Certainly not!

So, in every preparation of rice, the rice always outnumbers the salt, yet a little salt makes a huge difference/ impact on the overall outcome.

In the room in which you currently are, look up at the ceiling….

What is the size of the bulb compared to the size of the room? It is probably a ratio of 1:5000. yet darkness flees the entire space once the small bulb is flipped on.

If I am the salt of the earth, and the light of the world, then “little me” has the ability to make big things happen.

Sometimes, because we feel outnumbered or overwhelmed at the sheer magnitude of evil or wrong-doers, we then choose powerlessness, and decide to go with the flow, not standing up for  what we believe is right.

Little does not mean insignificant. They are the rice of the world and you are the salt.  They are the room and you are the light.

I have to keep remembering this as I move among people in person and online, that our touch with the Name of Allaah is leaving things better in every possible way.

 

Life Gems

Eid Mubarak

It was finally the eid, and after a month of fasting Ellie looked forward to sharing a day with other Muslims in a fun and exciting way.

During Ramadan she could not attend the nightly tarawih prayers like many Muslims because she had to work a regular nine to five job then go home to care for her aging mother. She did not mind her situation because the reward would be so great in the end. This hope kept her going. Only today, though, she longed for a change of pace.

Ellie had put in for the day off, but was it the correct day? It was amazing that in her area all the Muslims had started the fast on the same day this year. This situation is unusual for the United States. In her area there are some who tune into what ever day fasting started “back home” and act accordingly. There are some who wait for news of a moon sighting anywhere in the world, and there are some who wait to hear of a sighting any where in America, while still others go and look for themselves locally.

When she discovered that her friends had broken their fast a day BEFORE the day she had taken off, Ellie was beyond heart broken. She had fasted the entire month alone, prayed at home alone, read Qur’aan alone and had just wanted one day to pray, eat, and enjoy the company of others. What a shame! She got into her car and proceeded to the job site one hour drive away from home. Most days she looked forward to the commute and used the time to listen to Qur’aan. On this sad day she listened to recordings of sermons from overseas.

The tune of her phone interrupted the Eid recording, and Ellie answered the phone to hear the voice of her supervisor. “Good morning, Ellie. I called to inform you the classes you are scheduled to teach today have been cancelled. The building has some kind of plumbing emergency and we just had to cancel. There is no time to find another location.” Ellie held her breath in disbelief. “So what should I do?” she asked. “Oh just take the day off, Ellie. You have done such a phenomenal job at these seminars! Why not give yourself a break? We’ll see you tomorrow.” Mrs. Jamison answered without hesitation. It was true, Ellie loved her job of giving information to people about retirement planning. She had only been at this job for a year, but the company was thriving with her input.

Ellie quickly thanked her supervisor and pulled over to gather her thoughts. Tears of happiness and relief streamed down her face. It was such a gift that could only have come from the Most Merciful Lord! The One Who controls the heavens and the earth can easily make it so that Ellie can have her dream of a day with the Muslims!

She wasted no time in turning the car around and headed straight toward the masjid. Oh what a wonderful day this was! Ellie shared her story with many friends that she met that day, and now it is being shared here.

it is my reminder to never lose hope in the plan of our Lord. He knows our hopes and desires, and can make any of them come to us, but we have only to keep on with our part. May Allaah keep us firm on our part, aameen.

Days in the Life

#TheRamadanSeries

I looked into WordPress to see what my fellow/ sister Muslims were writing and found a challenge to write for 30 days with prompts. Sounds like something to try, in shaa Allaah. Offers yet another look into the life of a Muslim from a Muslim. Ramadan Mubarak, all. May Allaah accept our ibadah, aameen.

Day/ Prompt 1- Color

Black… No clear understanding of why this color makes me feel more covered. I think it makes me disappear into the background.

From there I can speak if I want, or just observe from my own distance.

This morning while running errands I saw three other Muslimahs, all wearing black. One was in a convenience store. The sight of her niqab made me want to protect her. She was cheerfully holding her very active baby and was engaged in talking to her, but was not too busy to return my greeting. As I passed her I felt compelled to check her comfort level by just asking how she was. After all, we were in an area and a time when anyone could decide to attack any random Muslimah for the wrongs of others. She answered quickly that she was fine, and I left her with an internal dua for her safety.

Secondly I came to the register and there was another Muslimah wearing a black hijab under her store uniform which was also black. I gave a greeting, but this time her reply was hardly audible. Maybe she was shy to make a big deal over seeing her sister Muslim. Maybe she was under pressure to keep the line moving. Maybe she had just had a negative encounter with a rude customer. I had no way to know the reasoning behind the lace of response, so I just let the murmur of salaam suffice. Once again I made a quiet dua for her safety.

My third and last sister was also in black. She hardly returned my greeting. This time I could see the sadness in her face. The niqab was lifted from her face and worn on her head. There was a man nearby. Since his casual tee shirt and hat were like the general population, I took him to be another store patron, not a family member shopping with her. I saw her again in another aisle of the store, but she was engaged in her shopping, so I didn’t venture a “How are you?” I spotted the same man nearby, so I knew then that they were together.

We were all choosing to wear the same color that day, but it did not dictate our disposition. Whereas I choose it for modesty, it does not determine my interaction with my sister Muslims, and my common human courtesy. I can’t say that the ladies I met in my travels today were not courteous. I think they were having to deal with life in ways that did not call for smiling at every Muslimah that they saw. Still we are sisters and are working toward the same goal and I’ll make a quiet dua for their happiness. Aameen.

Poetic Expression

Life in Haiku

Allaah is my Lord
Taking me through all of it
Rising up and down

Ruby’s house was full
Eight children now one more
You can have this one

My mommy and me
Home is a small college town
Ithaca is nice

She gave me Japan
In bright blue flower silk robe
From house that she cleaned

Sundays were for church
Sit quietly and listen
Your soul needs to hear

Teenagers like fun
What is there to do here now?
Going somewhere big

Allaah is my Lord
Guiding me along the way
Right to the masjid

No god but Allaah
Yes! I know this is the way!
I want to be good

Cover and pray now
New friends who do just the same
Trying hard to learn

Mommy does not see
The beauty of my new way
Hi mom. How are you?

Islam is my way
My heart tells me it is true
Each beat sings in praise

Words from the Most High
Ring in and out surrounding
My heart, soul and mind

Time passes quickly
Strong bodies sit down in chairs
Dialing phones with care

Mommy how are you?
When will you come to see me?
Every month I go.

Allaah is my Lord
On the highway I still pray
Sometimes all alone

Allaah knows my heart
Mommy needs her only child
The distance is great

Husband with his girls
Mommy does not like this way
She wants me with her

Seek help with prayer
That is the word from my Lord
He will make the way

Mommy is coming!
On the train with nieces help
Are you my daughter?

Marie! Please come here!
Mommy needs her cup of tea
I rush all the way

Gladly to her side
Food is too this or too that
But all is well here

Quraan is playing
Ayatul kursi at night
Mommy goes to sleep

I know a prayer
Say Allaah is only One
She says it clearly

She says she loves me
From my head to my tip toes
Now I believe her

My mommy and me
From her town back here to mine
Sleeping on the hill.