The Great Divide

The Great Divide

**Guest Post by Nauman Abbas, a Network Engineer based in the U.K. The writer blogs at Living Like A Traveller**

It hasn’t been much time I was just one of the typical teenagers of the society. And like any other human being all of us intrinsically want attention and appreciation. So did I. Every human needs appreciation, even Allah has appreciated the momineen and has given them a lot of glad tidings in the Quran since He the “Al Aleem” knows the human nature.

As I grew up I unconsciously realized that the two best ways to get attention were either to side with the most popular trends or be something different. I also did what every youth does. I listened to rock music, played music at events, hung out with friends and in short almost experienced every kind of joy and tasted every colour of pleasure that I could (while being in some limits of course). For some reason, probably because of my mother I still had a great regard for religion in my heart though it never got to come out for a long time.

While I enjoyed all the “pleasures” of my youth I was still trying very hard to find who I really was. What was the purpose of life? And in this pursuit I developed a lot of conclusions, debated and argued with people to prove my conclusions right. As I went on doing the analysis of myself and the society what I found out was that we all love to have a sense of belonging to something. A political party, a country, a personality you like, or even your own thoughts. And once we have this sense of belonging we feel very good about it and we are not ready to hear anything wrong about it (even if it IS wrong). A beautiful word for this in Urdu is “ta’sub”.

The people who like a certain leader or a group either reject all the faults in that person or group or else accept their mistakes thinking “chalo yar jan dos, banda over all acha hai” but they will not give the same chance to someone they dislike because the disliked person or group whether over all acha or not does not share the same ideology as theirs. If someone belongs to a certain religious sect he would defend it no matter what. As this happens with the things we like the same happens with the things we dislike. As I was growing up I started seeing a certain divide in the youth. The religious and the not-so-religious. And slowly and slowly the divide started growing bigger and bigger. On one hand beards grew longer and on the other the clothes shorter. (yes the word is mullah ! :P )

However what started happening on both sides was that because of the “ta’sub” both parties hold they would never really try to re-think why do they dislike the other group or more importantly what things they dislike and what might be likeable as well. They just do it because it’s a certain group which is supposed to be bad with certain characteristics. For the religious ones all the secular people are “totally” bad and mostly their characteristics are that they are clean-shaven, don’t do purdah, and they share a lot of western videos and songs.

   For the liberals, there’s a big group of bearded people and they are all fundos. Their characteristics are that they have beards, they share a lot of Quran and Hadith and they bring every argument down to Islam. They bring religion in everything.

It breaks my heart as much to see “Ali Moeen Nawazish” side pose spreading with Israel logo on his forehead captioned : “Jew Agent with one eye” as it does when I see Pakistani people commenting on a tribune article saying “These terrorists should be taken out of the country” because the picture shows a rally of people having beards + shalwar qameez + flags. Without knowing anything about these people, these “Pakistanis” would give them a name as bad as “terrorists” just because of their get-up. SubhanAllah! As we can see this tolerance needs addressing on both sides.

Having been a part of both of these “groups” at different times I realized that every person has a different story, and different circumstances and different experiences and his conclusions are an outcome of that. So is it really possible that all of us would come to the same conclusion? It would be absurd to think that all the people or even two people would reach exactly the same right conclusion. It’s against human nature. And if we don’t address this fact all these debates and talk shows will continue till eternity. For example “Socialism vs Captialism” “Khilafah or secular” “Imran Khan or Nawaz sharif” “Zaid Hamid or Najam Sethi” :P

These debates cannot and will not stop ever because everybody is right according to his own limited knowledge and experiences. So then WHO is the one who has more knowledge than any of the people we follow. WHO will give us the right standard of judgement? Since we are BOUND to misjudge because of our limited knowledge. In other words someone should say to us “Yar tujhe tou kuch pata hi nahi hai.” Or something like “Pehle history parho phir bat karna”.

The answer is very simple but unfortunately because of our hyper-rational upbringing also because of being very cliché becomes strange as well to us. It doesn’t really ‘click’ to us at all. And that answer is that we must go to the primary source of knowledge Allah S.W.T. and accept His knowledge and guidance as supreme and deny our own logics and philosophies as we human beings are very limited. We don’t even know .0001 % of what is out there. Who are we to give a judgement? While He knows what goes on inside the hearts. And since Allah knows this aspect of human nature that is why he asked us to Hold tight to the rope of Allah because there is no OTHER thing ALL of us can belong to or unite upon. Nothing at all !

If we do not do this, regardless of if we are right or wrong individually, we are out of the one group which belongs to Quran and to Allah. And every human being can have a sense of belonging to Allah. A liberal cannot have a sense of belonging for Jamaat-e-Islami. A PML N follower cannot have a sense of belonging for Imran Khan. A Sunni cannot have a sense of belonging for Shia and vice versa. A Pakistani cannot have a sense of belonging to Sudan. These are all our own made “ta’subs”. But all of the people I mentioned above can share a sense of belonging to Allah and love and respect each other on the basis of this relationship. And that is why an amazing thing that is seen today is that a lot of youth nowadays which is turning religious after studying Quran and Hadith themselves is free of sectarian conflicts and avoids them.

It is my request to all the people to look inside themselves and find out their inner qualities which can be used to apply generalized conclusions and assumptions on them very easily. I’m very sure they will find them inshaAllah and will stop this stereotyping and labelling. This world is not a boxing ring it’s a place with a very limited time to save yourself from the fire. The west does not need to stereotype us anymore since it has prepared us well enough that we do it ourselves. And that goes without saying that it’s definitely our own fault not theirs. As Allama Iqbal R.A. had said:
“Mujh ko tou gila tujh se hai Europe se nahi”

All the good that comes from this article is from Allah and Allah alone and all the mistakes are from my nafs and shaytan.

Why Spidey Was Right and Imran Isn`t…

Why Spidey Was Right and Imran Isn`t…

Caution: Please note just in case some over-zealous Imran supporter wishes to take me on: I`M  F-A-T!

“With great power comes great responsibility”

And then he walks off looking all cool and nonchalant, as if doing the right thing comes naturally. Okay maybe it does, maybe our hearts ARE in the right place and most times we DO know instinctively what the right thing is. But what we do with that knowledge is a different story all together, read any Aunt Agni columns lately?
But I digress (as per usual:P). This article isn`t about Aunt Agnis, their role in society and the type of people that write to them. Let`s not get judgmental here:P This article is about YOU!

Who me?

Who me?

Yes YOU!
Oh yes you slouching in your chair, sit up young man and take note!
Or woman, we really aren`t racist or particular ( yes women are another race, we refuse to be associated with men. Okay maybe we are a  little racist:p)

Anyhoo do you know why it`s about you? Cz even though you may not have gotten into the university of your choice yet or been hired by the firm of your dreams, you ARE in a position of power. How? Cz all of us who are at some position in society (read: can speak English and have a facebook profile) CAN and DO unwittingly command respect. Whether you like it or not you should know that you belong to a class that is “looked up to” (whatever your grades may be in school). Your maid, your driver, your tailor, barber, the General Store wala, or anyone else you interact with all look up to you so you need to conduct yourself likewise!  So before you go all Martin-Luther on me realize that you need to be very careful about the things that you glamorize and the good or bad that you might thereby inspire. We are all ambassadors; choose the brand you endorse wisely. Indeed you will be questioned about it:

Man does not utter any word except that with him is an observer prepared [to record]- Surah Qaf :18

Think about that before you share a “oh-so-cool” video/song on Facebook next time. Think about the underlying subliminal messages that you are okay-ing with that tiny like/share.Think about it before you break a little girl`s heart when she shyly tries out her pink floral Hijab for the first time. Think about it before you mock a class fellow for praying “too regularly”, or laugh at a friend trying to get married without causing her parents to go into debt ( ever wonder why Americans cry about the recession when they don’t have to throw a Desi wedding?). Think about it when you make a Pathan/Sardar jee/Memon/Meera-Veena/anything-that-breathes joke (and then you complain your mommy won`t let you marry “her” just because she`s not Abbasi). What is the harm you say?  When rich people spend lavishly they make extravagant weddings a status symbol for the common man and so on and so forth…

Money talks and in more ways than we can comprehend. They were right when they crooned:

Ya meri gari dekhi
Yam mera bangla dekha
Ya mera sara Bank Balance dekha
Tmhe Pyaar mjse nai haiiiii 

(Sigh if they had only done that without music). Ever wonder where our “gora complex” came from? Google Aryans and British Raj to know the long-term effects on your psyche of rulers that lived long before the internet was invented. Pricks to know their ideals might have out-lived ours.

When beautiful people dress scantily, they glamorize nudity for the masses (or glamorize anorexia for that matter). When charismatic orators talk about “freedom of speech and tolerance” the line between religious extremism and  liberal extremism can no longer be clearly drawn. When writers write and poets rhyme, much is lost in translation. That is the power of glamorization.  I can honestly picture some dark voodoo stuff now:

A glamour was originally said to be a spell cast by a 
witch to make somebody see things in a different way -Virginia Postrel      (Told you so:P)

That my friend is the power of marketing!

“Many a false idea has been sold on the strength of how beautifully it was presented, and many a sublime truth has fallen flat because of how poorly it was expressed.”-Unknown

This power is unique to those who have been blessed with either wealth, health, good looks or any other talent. So those of you with power (ya X-Men:P) remember that bad deeds like good ones have ripple effects. 

There is a story in Ibn Kathir which says:

…Shaytan then went to Hawwaa` in a hurry and said to her, “O Hawwaa`! Qabil killed Habil.” She asked him, “Woe to you! What does ‘kill’ mean?” He said, “He will no longer eat, drink or move.” She said, “And that is death?” He said, “Yes, it is.” So she started to weep.

Any soul that is unjustly killed, then the first son of Adam will carry a burden of its shedding, for he was the first to practice the crime of murder.”                                                                                                                                       [Ahmad]

**talk about major ripple effect**

Whoever recommends and helps a good cause becomes a partner therein: And whoever recommends and helps an evil cause, shares in its burden: And Allah hath power over all things.                        
 ( Surah An-Nisa verse 85)

“Whoever guided people to misguidance will bear the burden of sin for that, and the burden of those who do it after him, without that detracting from their burden in the slightest.´                                                               (Muslim)

See what I mean when I say Spidey is right?

And so i beg to differ with Imran Khan when he says “Tabdeeli agai hai” (change has come) . Yes that sounds great, feels great and I pray to God that our future has some greatness sprinkled in it. BUT over-flowing hormones aside, the change is far from coming; change will come the day we change ourselves. The day we stop using humor to brush aside the wrongs we commit and start taking responsibility for our actions. The day we stop stereotyping, copying assignments, cheating on tests, bribing the police wala to let us off easy. Also the change will come when we get off our behinds and cast our votes. Cz that’s what responsible citizens do.  

And no the argument that people with “special powers” aren`t registered voters won`t work. No Tariq it really won`t.

To Love…

To Love…

Photo Credits: Ansaar Moughis` Photography

When you come to Allah,come with an empty mind, a clean slate, because when people bring their pre-conceived notions to the Deen,they start looking for escape routes and hence end up going fatwa shopping, eventually defeating the whole purpose. For to love, is to love unconditionally, and to love unconditionally is to surrender. And when the object of one`s affections is the Supreme Being,why question His infinite wisdom at all, for to love is to obey!

   سَمِعْنَا وَأَطَعْنَا

                        We hear and we obey: Qur’an 24: 51-52

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Ibn Qayyim Rahimullah said:

He is Allah, Yet you do not Love Him?

From the most amazing of matters is that you know Him, yet you do not love Him.

You hear his caller (the Prophet ﷺ) yet you delay in responding to him.

You know the prestige of working for Him, yet you work for those other than Him.

You know the gravity of His Anger, yet you challenge Him.

You taste the harsh reality of disobeying Him, yet you do not seek and long for the delight of obeying Him.

You feel the tightness in your heart when you engage in conversations about other than Him, yet you do not long for the opening of your chest through His Remembrance and having an intimate discourse with Him.

You taste the bitterness of your heart’s attachment to other than Him, yet you do not flee to Him and to the joy of returning to Him.

And it is even more amazing that you know you will never have anyone other than Him, and that you are the most destitute of things to Him, yet you crave and ache for what will take you far away from Him.

Debunking Music Myths Part II: A Personal Journey

Debunking Music Myths Part II: A Personal Journey

This is a guest post. The Writer wishes to remain anonymous. I can`t say anymore. Read on:

I’m not deaf.  Neither are you!  I’ve got two ears.  So have you!  Alhamdolillah.  What a great, amazing blessing of Allah it is!  Let’s imagine for a moment that we were deaf.  Think: What would we miss out on apart from the loving voices of

The Earth has music for those who listen-Shakespeare

friends and family?  Listen carefully!  There are so many sounds around us- from the whirring of the fan to the slamming of the door.  Let’s step outdoors.  We are greeted by a beautiful melody of nature’s orchestra: the rustling of leaves, the chirping of birds, the howling of winds, the lapping of winds, the purring of cats.  So again, Alhamdolillah for this amazing input device: my two ears.

Think also of other sounds that enter your ears. When you stuff your earphones in your ears to focus on that one sound- your favorite music accompanied by the honey-coated or throaty (depending on ur choice) voice of your favorite singer.  In our times, music has become so common that to call it Haram is like calling bread and jam Haram!  Despite this,  there is a very strong underlying belief in our society that there is something wrong with music.  When I was in college, the notion that you shouldn’t listen to music during Ramadan was always there.  Even the die-hard music fans would avoid it.  And I would wonder: ‘Was it out of respect for Ramadan?  Does Allah not like music during Ramadan? So does He like it out of Ramadan?’ I was never motivated enough to look for the answer to these questions, but yes I wondered about it often.  Aren’t we all guilty of such careless attitudes in matters of religion?   For our own ease, we like to stay in the gray areas.  Ignorance, we believe, is bliss.  To put it in simpler and blunter terms, we never fell in love with Allah. So we never bothered to find out His likes and dislikes.  Just imagine if the Prophet (S) visited you, would you discuss your favorite songs with him? Do you think he would like it?  He loved you and me to bits. Peace and blessings be upon him. But we never truly loved him either.  Peace and blessings be upon him.  So we became totally indifferent.  Ignorance- planned, deliberate ignorance- is a curse.

I will not discuss the Halal or Haram aspect of music with you. Why not?  Because if love is ignited in your heart, you will make a sincere effort to find it out for yourself; and if the love is not there, simply knowing will not benefit you in the least.  Just think about the lyrics that keep ringing in our ears.  The lyrics I remember from my time are: Preeto meray naal wiah ker lay, Asaan tay jana billo tay kaar, Channo ki aankh main aik nassha hy etc.  And what the youngsters are listening to these days is stuff like “Pyaar ki pungi” and “tu mera Hero”.  Ponder over the lyrics.  The message being conveyed by the overwhelming majority of songs is that of romance bordering on lewdness and indecency.  Lots of songs have blasphemous content and glorify Hindu gods and goddesses.  Many Indian songs even contain the sacred name of Allah or Rabb and Maula accompanying the most vulgar lyrics and dances.  Take just one mild example from the popular Desi Boyz:

1)      Tauba Tauba Tere pyar mein
Lut gaya Iqraar mein
Tujhse mohabbat ho gayi
Allah maaf kare
Tauba Qayamat ho gayi
Allah maaf kare
Dekha tujhe toh saansein ruk gayi
Sajde mein yeh aankhien jhuk gayi
Teri ibadat ho gayi
Allah maaf kare

The only reason I am quoting such nauseating lyrics is to jolt the reader in to their senses.  Just because its packaged in music, we lap up the disgusting garbage.  Like mindless puppets, we dance on their tunes at our parties and mehndis.

Isn’t it your input that defines your output?  Garbage in, garbage out!  Just for two weeks, try giving your soul a break from music and listen regularly to beautiful Qur`anic recitation with translation and see if you don’t enjoy it.  See if it does not alter your thoughts, words and actions. JUST TWO WEEKS. I CHALLENGE YOU!

Why am I so sure? Because this is a path that I have trodden myself. A few years back, I stopped listening to music for the sake of Allah’s Pleasure. I experienced something phenomenal: Allah gave me the Qur`an instead.  This led me to strongly believe that if you leave something for the sake of Allah, He does NOT leave you empty-handed.  He replaces it with something better.  This I knew, for sure.  This is what I experienced.  Years later, I was overwhelmed when I read the same concept in the hadith: “Whosoever leaves something for the sake of Allah then Allah, the Mighty and Magnificent, will replace it with something better than it.“[Ahmad]

Anyway, I simply fell in love with the Quran.  I loved to connect to Allah by listening to the recitation and translation at all times: when I was happy, when I was sad, when I was bored.  I experienced first-hand that all the lyrics in the world cannot be compared with Alif Laam Meem.  How can the words of the Creator ever be compared to the words of the creation?  The Quran spoke directly to my soul.  My soul responded and resonated.   The Creator of my soul had sent a feast for it and my sick, starving soul was finally satiated and dancing with joy.  Those who say that music is food for the soul have not realized the true worth of the soul.  Something that comes directly from the heavens, from Allah Himself, can be fed by a genuine heavenly dose only- melodious Quranic recitation.  Reciting the Quran in a melodious voice has been stressed in ahadith too.

“Beautify the Quran with your voices” (Sunan Abi Dawood)

“He is not of us who doesn’t recite the Quran in a melodious voice”. (Sahih Bukhari)

But, yes, my journey from music to the Quran has been unsteady.  Sometimes I drift back to music again while flipping through channels.  Sometimes, music becomes unavoidable, like in malls and at weddings.  And in my unsteadiness, Allah has taught me an extremely important lesson.  The closer I come to music, the farther I go from the Quran and vice versa.  I now believe with certainty: The love of Quran and music cannot co-exist in one heart.

Editor`s note: If you missed Part I of the “Debunking Music Series” series click  here.

A Perfect Marriage

A Perfect Marriage

“Publicize the Nikahs, conduct them in mosques, and beat the Duff (one-sided drum) to announce them”. (Tirimizi)

**Guest Post by Ayaz Rajput, a Telecom Engineer from Islamabad who free lances as a writer**

Sakeena has already knit seventeen dresses for her marriage; the one she is knitting now would be her eighteenth.  She knows how important it is for a girl to look special in the first few months of her marriage. She is excited; desperate to wear her deluxe lehanga worth 25,000 which she bought on installments, thanks to the Fareed Tailors who provide such a convenience for poor girls who are wanted from to look rich on their marriage.  Her jewelry was due to be collected from the jeweler who exchanged her mother’s decades old jewelry with new styles with some profit in his hand.

Most of the preparations of the marriage are complete. Zahid, Sakeena’s brother had arranged all the tenting and lunch from the loan he acquired from his company where he works as a technician. He was relieved as he had got more loan than his father, Abdur Rashid sahib, who works part time on a grocery store because he is weak and cannot work more than that. He is a patient of Hepatitis. He is a retired clerk and is now spending his old age taking medicines and working.

Sakeena is being wed to Sajid.  He was her neighbor when she used to live in Railway colony where her father had bought their own house from the pension money he got. That house was sold to pay for the medical expenses of Abdul Rashid sahib.  They had shifted to this house in Dhok Farid years ago; soon after selling their house.

Rashid sahib has arranged a taxi car for Sajid on installments. Sajid has  never worked since he dropped out of college at the age of fifteen. He is now twenty six. Rashid sahib is confident that if Sajid is unable to pay the installments himself by his earnings her daughter would do so by knitting clothes. Rashid sahib liked Sajid because he was the son of Qadir sahib, the old friend of Rashid Sahib. Qadir sahib died last year and days before his death he asked for the hand of Sakeena for his son. For Rashid sahib this would be a perfect marriage, as he knew the Qadir sahib’s home since decades and he was satisfied Sajid would turn out to be a good son-in-law.

Sakeena’s mother, Jannat bibi is proud of her daughter and son-in-law and already knows about the women in the muhalla who are jealous by them. So, she pays a visit every day to the darbar to meet Pir sahib. Today she wants to present nazrana to Pir sahib; some money and a hen so that he prays for her daughter’s good fate. She has also invited the Pir sahib to the marriage who in return has ordered her to feed thirty khadims of Pir sahib every day till the day of marriage. For Jannat bibi, this is a good omen.

Rashid sahib’s family is much thankful for their daughter getting married. They now look forward to marry four younger daughters the ‘Perfect’ way they are marrying Sakeena.  Rashid sahib can now walk proudly in the society; not ashamed of questions on the fulfillment of his duties.
Editor`s Note: Oh woe to us for having complicated such a beautiful and simple thing!! It is no wonder that our youth finds it easier to go “parks”.

Marriage is no longer a union of two souls but a way to uphold one`s “status” among one`s peeps. And what did Islam and our Beloved Prophet (S) teach us?:

“The most blessed marriage is that which is carried out with simplicity and least hardships and complications”.

(Baheiqi)

 I pray for a day when we in Pakistan will treat Nikah as a union of two people looking for love, only, full stop.

The Hot New Mehram in Her Life…

The Hot New Mehram in Her Life…

**Dedicated to my awesome new family (masha`Allah). May Allah protect you all, give you everything you want in this world and the next<3 **

I have been married a month now alhumdolillah and of course I now consider myself an expert on the subject, believing from the bottom of my heart that the world can now benefit from my infinite wisdom:P

However on a side-note I must say that i have a bone to pick with the media. Having recently become a wife myself, the negative (read boring) images that the media attaches to “wives” in general puts me on edge and makes me grind my teeth every time a free-minutes commercial comes up. Why oh Why are wives made out to look like drab women who cook, clean, sweep, can`t apply make-up to save their life and their sole purpose in that worthless life is to hatch plans to get their in-laws out of the house only?! And why is the other woman always hot with awesome legs to boot? (If a Picture of Katrina Kaif just flashed in front of you, boy you need to get married:P) Even the historically famous Hum-Safar propagates the same idea. Okay before ya all start throwing stuff at me i WILL admit that Mahira Khan does make “boring” look good (but thats the most you are getting out of me, so shoo:P). And to add salt to the wound married couples are shown as boring, staid, who don`t know the meaning of “fun” or “romance” as compared to the un-married lot having “fun” in parks (thank you Maya Khan for promoting the idea that if you are sitting in a park then you must be unmarried).

"Boring" versus all-night talkshawk,really?

Erm really?
What do these people think married people do when they are alone?:P
And God Forbid if your wife is a Hijabi and you sport a beard yourself , because then the obvious answer is that they must be reciting Naats together :D Whereas the Qur`an says:
“And among His signs is this, that He created for you mates from among yourselves that you may dwell in tranquillity with them and He has put love and mercy between your hearts: verily in that are signs for those who reflect.”                                                                                                                                                                                         (Surah Al Rum 30:21)

The Prophet (S) said: ”When a husband and wife look at each other with love, Allah looks at both with Mercy”

                                                                                                                                                            [Bukhari 6:19 & Tirmidhi 14:79]
And the Sunnah is rich with examples of romance:
*Remember that our Prophet Muhammad(S) found the time to go out to the desert and race with his wife Aisha (R).
*Remember that the Prophet (S) said”one would be rewarded for anything that he does seeking the pleasure of Allah even the food that he puts in the mouth of his wife”
*Remember that the Prophet(S)  used to extend his knee to his wife to assist her up to ride the camel.

*Remember also the unconditional support Khadijah (R) extended to the Prophet(S).
*Remember how Aisha (R) used to compliment her husband.
*Remember also that she dressed up for her husband even during battle!

Safiyyah Bint Huyyiy (R) narrated, “The Messenger of Allāh(S) went to Hajj with his wives. On the way my camel knelt down as it was the weakest among all the other camels, and so I wept. The Prophet came to me and wiped away my tears with his dress and hands. The more he asked me not to weep, the more I went on weeping.”

[Musnad Ahmad, Vol.6, p. 337]

I love Sister Sadaf Farooqi`s comment on the above narration:
” …he is the epitome of the caring, loving husband – coming to his wife on seeing her upset, wiping away her tears of sorrow, and insisting that she stop weeping. You have to keep in mind that he had all his wives with him during the afore-mentioned journey, yet he became alert when one of them was hurt. He did not ignore her, nor did he brusquely tell her to stop crying to save face before the crowd. He showed concern and love for her publicly.

Sigh, there is such beauty in Nikah <3
The closest thing to a person (physically) are his clothes, the Qur`an tells us that our spouses ARE our clothes/garments:
“….They are your garments, and you are their garments”                                                                  (Surah Al-Baqarah; 187)

Then there`s the whole saas/bahu/nand drama played up by our soaps. Its always either the wicked mother-in-law or the conniving wife, either way its all been blown out of proportion. Whereas the Qur`an counts susral (family by marriage) amongst the many blessings of Allah (s.w.t):

“And it is He, Who created man from water: then from him He caused two kinds of kindred, by blood and by marriage.”                                                                                                                                                                       (Surah Furqan: verse 54)

This verse I think is SO important.
Learn to give a little. Stop thinking of the in-laws as a re-run of “Something wicked this way comes”. Yes your husband is hot, AND he`s your garment and all, AND yes insha`Allah it will be love forever literally (with pious spouses being together in Jannah also) but he`s also someone`s son/brother and in all honesty he was their son/brother first. Really why the insecurity? How will his spending time or money on them “take him away from you” in any way? Have faith in him and your Lord. We all get what is our due and what has been written already, nothing less nothing more, so why fight?

So ladies lets ease up on the soaps and instead read our Quls more often for nazar. And while you are at it you might as well read the last verses of Surah Al-Baqarah also for protection against the sinister arts. Now that does not mean you go all suspicious and start running about looking for voodoo dolls in your closet:P

May Allah protect us and ours!

If You`re Happy and You Know It…Praise the Lord!

If You`re Happy and You Know It…Praise the Lord!

*Dedicated to Amma Wadi and my Dad*
*Special Thanks to Fatima Altaf for pushing me to blog and Noor Saeed for proof-reading*

The other day I received my registration from PEC (meaning I can now go around saying “hi i`m engineer malo, whats your name?” :-p) and well saying I was super-excited would be the understatement of the millennium :D So I thought back to how hard I worked, you know how I burnt the midnight oil (probably like the Quaid himself:p) conveniently forgetting how I barely scraped by in Signals & Systems and how I would have panic attacks in Digital Signals Processing and how I cried like a baby in front of God to change my Programming for Engineers ka abysmal grade (psst it worked ;) ). How many times do we do that? When it`s bad, we rave and rant and cry to God to help us and when it`s all good we give ourselves a pat on the back and move on, forgetting to thank Him for His mercy. Again and again the Qur`an warns us about this attitude:

And if We give man a taste of Mercy from Us, and then withdraw it from him, verily, he is despairing, ungrateful. But if We let him taste good (favor) after evil (poverty and harm) has touched him, he is sure to say: Ills have departed from me. Surely, he is exultant and boastful (ungrateful to Allah).”                                   (Surah Hud :9-10)

“And when We cause mankind to taste mercy, they rejoice therein, but when some evil afflicts them because of (evil deeds and sins) that their (own) hands have sent forth, behold, they are in despair!”           (Surah Ar-Rum :36)

“And when harm touches man, he invokes Us, Lying on his side, or sitting or standing. But when We have removed the harm from him, he passes on as if he had never invoked Us for a fair-seeming to the Musrifun (extravagant) that which they used to do.”                                                                                                (Surah Yunus:12

“And when We bestow Our Grace on man he turns away and becomes arrogant (far away from the Right Path). And when evil touches him, he is in great despair.”                                                                   (Surah Bani-Israel: 83)

See how the verses show the roller-coaster ride of emotions we all go through, gallivanting between extreme happiness and intense despair? A believer is supposed to be grateful in times of happiness and controlled in his expression of joy. In Surah An-Nasr which foretold of great success for Muslims, the Prophet (S) is cautioned about what to do when victory comes to them. It is said:

When comes the Help of Allah and the conquest
And you see the people entering into the religion of Allah in multitudes.Then exalt [Him] with praise of your Lord and ask forgiveness of Him- Indeed, He is ever Accepting of repentance.                                          (Surah An-Nasr)

So the next time you`re tempted to yell “Take that Sucka!” keep this in mind. A little dignity is definitely called for. Even fake dignity won`t be so bad, especially if it will save us precious lives on New Year`s, Basant, or when Boom-Boom Afridi does something. It`s all very well to celebrate but please guys I like my morning paper with coffee and bereft of news of “Brother of five sisters killed by aerial firing”.

Also, a believer has Tawakkul in times of despair and does not let go of his shred of dignity in times of tribulation (read: does not post wimpy status-es OR wimp-ier dps of “why me?!” :P )

To accept each situation as it comes – is the true sign of Tawakkul- unknown

Inspiring Story#1:

I learnt how to say “Thank you God” from a lot of people but mostly from my dad and the amma who works for us. My dad when he discovered three of his arteries were blocked, got the doctor to show him his angiography results and where the blood flow was getting blocked (to his heart). So we are all sitting there looking at the screen, all worried and he looks at the screen and goes:
“Subhan`Allah! and there are thousands of those (arteries)!”
At that point I was like “Dad you`re kinda missing the point here”:P

But it was an important lesson, one that I am not likely to forget soon (Thanku dad<3) . And that IS the attitude of a Believer, he can look up positive things in the worst of times, connect them to Allah (s.w.t) and show gratitude. A grateful believer is a happy believer.  Happiness IS after all a state of mind.

Inspiring Story#2:

The other day my sister had a paper and told amma wadi (the maid, “wadi” is punjabi for “elder/older” and she`s pretty old so out of love we call her amma waddi or Big Mom :-D ) about it. She grinned and told her not to worry cz she (amma wadi) would be praying for her and:

“me bari ghareeb aa, Allah meri dua bari sunda hai”
(I`m very poor so God listens to my duas a lot)

The happiness radiating from her and the one-toothed grin that accompanied it while she swished off with her latcha trailing after her was inspiring :-D Amma Waddi might have been oblivious to the effect of her words but I can honestly say I had visions of super-maid for a very long time. I mean talk about having a super-cool attitude in the worst of times, masha`Allah!

I am more and more convinced that our happiness or unhappiness depends more on the way we meet the events of life than on the nature of those events themselves.                                                                                 Alexander Humboldt

So the next time something good happens to you, sure celebrate (post a status, whatever) but don`t forget to celebrate the infinite mercy of your Lord while you`re at it. Remind yourself of the tough time and get down on your knees (the way you did when you thought you were flunking for sure) and thank Him. Why? Cz God was there when you felt like your heart was being punctured in a million different places and God was there when it was inflated like a hot-air balloon. Yes God`s always there, Be afraid, Be very afraid. And celebrate His praises!

O ye who believe! Remember Allah with much remembrance.
And glorify His Praises morning and afternoon
It is He who confers blessing upon you, and His angels that He may bring you out from the depths of Darkness into Light and He is ever Merciful to the believers.                                                                            (Surah Al-Ahzab 41-43)

To Hijab or Not to Hijab: Say Whaaa

To Hijab or Not to Hijab: Say Whaaa

*Dedicated to Purnia Hasan (God is with the patient Purnia :-D )

*Note: This article was wriiten by a wanna-be Black woman <insert irrelevant head-motion here>.

*Special thanks to President Sarkozy-whats-his-name for making even my 150rs ka purple lacy scarf  from Gulf (the Bazar :-P ) a symbol of revolution, world-wide.  ( o ya I`m going international baby, woohoo)

People would often ask me “how did you start” (ya the paparazzi want my Hijab story baaad) and unfortunately I never really had those cool sounding stories, you know of near-death experiences and unrequited love. So I would smile, put on my “serenity descending” look and start making vague references to faith and spirituality (what four years in uni teach you: when you don`t know the answer, look intelligent).  The truth is my love story with Deen started way afterwards.

How It All began *duff roll*:
Ironically it was just a result of trying to prove that Hijab is NOT a requirement of Islam that started this whole journey. So I picked up the Qur`an one fine day and started looking at the verse that “they” said had the rulings and to cut a long story short, emerged shamefaced only a few minutes later. “They” had been right! Its right there in the translation, you don`t even need to look for detail. The words “head-covering” and “outer-garment” (jilbab/abaya/coat/chador) were staring right at me and I found myself staring back uncomfortably:

“And say to the believing women that they should lower their gaze and guard their modesty, and that they should not display their zeenat (adornment) except what (must ordinarily) appear thereof that they should draw their head-coverings over their bosoms and not display their beauty except to their husbands, their fathers, their husband’s fathers, their sons, their husbands’ sons, their brothers or their brothers’ sons, or their sisters’ sons, or their women, or the slaves whom their right hands possess, or male servants free of physical needs, or small children who have no sense of the shame of sex and that they should not strike their feet in order to draw attention to their hidden ornaments.

(Surah An-Noor: 31)

So there you have it, along with the list of Mehrams. So please, really, stop asking me to shake hands with your new husband. Seriously, I`m very happy you got married and all but really spare me the “honor”.  And stop asking me why I wasn`t in Hijab in my bedroom, there`s a list, refer  to it:-P

    What did you say?who`s on the           list?Lemme check…           

And honestly I have only one brother, so don`t even go down THAT road with me. Also please note the list does not include fiancées or any other such stuff :-P


“O Prophet! Tell thy wives and daughters, and the believing women, that they should cast their outer garments over their persons (when abroad).That is more suitable that they will be recognized and not molested. And Allah is Oft-Forgiving, Most Merciful.”                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                     (Surah Al-Ahzab: 59)

So that was it, every trip outside thereafter, with my head uncovered became torture. My friends would be ogling eye-candy and I would be counting eye-candy, literally. I stopped seeing men as men but as little sins walking by :D That’s when I decided things had gone far enough! And Voila alhumdolillah I donned my Hijab and was at peace. My world was all right again, men went back to being eye-candy and sins went back to err being sins again :S And really that about sums up my Hijab story.

When the ‘want’ gets stronger, the ‘how’ gets easier- Zakia Usmani

What Happened Next:

That’s how “they” looked:

 

And that’s how I looked:

Seriously I was just so surprised by the amount of hate and negative stuff pouring in. And Gosh I thought I lived in the ISLAMIC republic of Pakistan? There were the sneers, and the “are you crazy” and the “that’s wat old women wear”, and the “but it’s a shadi” and the cruel-est for teenage-me (sniff): “you look pretty without it” <that wasn’t a glass breaking, that was my heart:P >. And the muttering of “holier-than-thou” and the “baton-wielding Mullahs are upon us”.  Firstly sister, last I checked under my Burqa I was still a female (but you`re right these things have a way of changing :P ), and the only baton I am likely to wield is my hot pink Sony e-book reader’s stylus (o ya I got one of those). I mean how can you spew so much hatred? This piece of cloth that isn`t even on your person can invoke such a reaction? Wow! You got some issues. And how could you assume I`m being self-righteous? Really I didn`t even open my mouth (yet)!! (yes I can open it with the niqab, really:P ). Reminds me of that story my dad used to tell us about the man who heard about fancy-sounding ideas like “freedom of choice” and “liberty” for the first time. So this guy goes out in the street and punches somebody in the face.

Dude on the street: what the?!?#^*^%$

“Freedom” dude: O haven`t you heard its called F-R-E-E-D-O-M

Dude on the street punches him back and breaks his nose.

“Freedom” dude: whaaa?

Dude on the Street: “Your freedom ends where my nose begins.”

So really sister your “freedom” ends where my Jilbab begins!

“Freedom” dude makes a facebook page: The awkward moment when you have your nose broken in the name of “freedom”!

Seriously when you think about all the I-am-a-face-less-superhero-dude-and-i-am-here-to-save-you movies that have come out, you would think society would be more accepting of Niqabis, I mean the Joker, the Scream guy, the Spider dude, the Chimgadar dude, the Ninja turtles, and there was even a “Man without a Face” and as God is my witness I swear I have one of those. Yes face, there IS one of those behind my Niqab. O jeez don`t look so surprised:P
We have a whole festival based on face masks. That would be everyday (thanks to makeup:P). No Bushra its not Valentine`s Day either. Yes its called Halloween. You`re getting sharper Bushra:P

Not a comprehensive list:P

And lets not even mention the plethora of face-less people on social networks. So why is it so difficult to accept them:

Maybe cz they look like they don`t really care:P

*Psst dont`t forget to check out these brands for Hijab-related stuff : AwrahGlitzDibaajNoura.

The Blanket of Serenity

The Blanket of Serenity

*Guest Post By Rumysa Hussain Owner/Designer at Noura*


I found myself breathing the crisp autumn breeze as I stood there in awe, smiling at the lush greens, bright oranges, crisp yellows, and dark reds that surrounded me.  Glory be to Him, it was a moment I did not want to let go of. I love autumn. I love everything about this particular season. The changing colors, the air and the ambiance of this time of the year. It wasn’t long before it was time for me to leave the park and get going. Though if I could, I would stay there forever. Forever. Such sheer, ultimate bliss.

And suddenly, it hit me.  This was just a fleeting moment albeit picturesque and serene. What is it that is going to last forever?  Is there anything, anything, that can transcend the laws of the world? Except the One,the Waahid al Qahaar (the One/the Indivisible, the Irresistible) Allah says in the Qur`an, Surah Ar-Rahman:

Everyone upon the earth will perish,
“And there will remain the Face of your Lord, Owner of Majesty and Honor.”
Hence the only thing to last forever, literally, is His Majesty, His Grandeur. His is the Dominion. Forever.
And there in, it reminded me of perhaps what I would call my biggest fear. A fear so big. So real. So scary, so true, and yet utterly inevitable. A fear that makes it hard for me to breathe. A fear that brings me back to my reality (haqeeqat) and insignificance.
And it wasn’t death.Instead, it was the fear of parting from this world in a state that’s not pleasing to Him. A wakeup call.A state that cannot render us any good here or in the Hereafter.  A state with no relief.  A state of utter loss. A state too full of agony and pain-indescribable, sharp, unbearable,eternal. Granted, He is the Most, Most, Merciful and it’s only and only by His limitless mercy that we, God-willing, can enter Jannah.And we ask Him, The (Al-’Afuww)The Pardoner, the Effacer of Sins, the(Muqalibal Quloob) the Turner of hearts, to forgive us, turn our hearts toward Him and to grant us, through His infinite mercy, beautiful company and homes in Jannah. Ameen.
But, that in no way gives us the license to show ingratitude, love everything but Him? To basically do as we please.  Therein lies our tragedy. We do not call on Him until we lose sight of that which matters. That which matters most.We seek shelter, home, peace, refuge in everything other than Him. When all our avenues are exhausted, we call on Him. We get so lost in the means. The means that are given to us by Him in the first place to make this journey toHim, the Ever-lasting. We lose sight of the bigger picture. He and He alone is the path to a sound heart. It’s up to us as to how we take up on this journey and choose to have this inevitable, irresistible meeting with the Lord.
There has to be struggle. Struggle to get there. A longing. A desire so strong it transcends everything and beyond.
But really, where we stand is the very reason for why I felt that block of ice in my throat. The very reason for why I couldn’t bear the thought of standing before the Lord in front of His entire creation. Alone. On my own.  My deeds as my witness. For or against me. The good, the bad-right in front of everyone. Literally. Nothing hidden from Him. Absolutely nothing. Who knows what’s hidden inside­­ the chest? Who else knows the secrets of the heart, the treachery of the eyes? Who? None other than Him. He is the Al khabir -The All-Knower/Aware.  The Al Basir the All-Seeing; acquainted with all hidden secrets; knows all that conscience does conceal.
It is only befitting that we worship Him because He alone is worthy of worship. To surrender to Him. To thank Him for each breath we take. To Go before Him with a heart that’s whole. A heart that belongs to­ Him. That seeks Him, alone. That yearns for Him. Since, verily, the heart was created to know Him. And not to habitually yield to the demands of our lower nature. Not to carry a heart where the evil overrides the good each time, everytime. Like Ibn-e- Qayim beautifully put it: “The one who is (truly) imprisoned is the one whose heart is imprisoned from Allah and the captivated one is the one whose desires have enslaved him.”To empty our hearts; the vessel of all evils, since “every vessel drips that which it contains.” A heart that’s full of goodness will only give out that. Goodness (khair). The heart will reflect only that which it carries. And Subhan’Allah He will not let go of even an atom’s weight of good.  God says in the Qur`an (55:60): Read the rest of this entry

Of Nana and Generosity: Its the Little Stuff that Matters

Of Nana and Generosity: Its the Little Stuff that Matters

I looked up to my Nana a lot. I mean he was 6 ft tall when I was tiny (bad joke I know:D). My earliest memory of him,is me pulling at his Qamez bugging him to take me to “Khurshid Sahab ki Dukaan” and buy me that “magic” pencil (remember those?).And as tall as he was, his heart was even bigger. When I think about him, I remember an endless stream of visits to “Peer-Makki Bazar” for Bedroom furniture for my doll, for Drawing room furniture for my doll, for cutlery for my doll:P For sea-shells and Frisbees, for key-chains shaped like scooters, for kites and for my first tricycle. For Halwa Puri in the morning, for barfi in the evening and for shakargandi in the dark and lets not forget the endless Bandar wallas, Reech Wallas, Oont wallas, Bakri-wallas, Tonga wallas, Jhooley wallas that flocked our tiny gali in Old Lahore.

Picture Courtesy: Ali Fahim Khan

The trips to Minar-e-Pakistan, Shahi Qila, Badshahi Mosque and the Zoo, his was an endless lesson in magnanimity and generosity. Since he was not super-rich, nay on the contrary they just managed respectably so there were no ovens, toasters, air-conditioners, cars or motorbikes, but there was love and warmth in abundance. It was inevitable that  every time I returned home to relative luxury I was over-laden with packages and packages of stuff he had gotten me.

In later years when I outgrew the doll`s furniture stage and shopping meant shoes and bags, nana was replaced by khalas. But the ritual continued, I would take my shopping to his room, where he would be sitting reading some new book, and start showing him every little thing. He ooo-ed and aaah-ed at the right places (yes the men in my family are trained well:P) but in the end he would ask “what did you get the other kids?”  Sigh! Nana I never did learn properly from you!

Then there was this one time I found this H-U-G-E coin collection in his closet. I took it, because he was my Nana who never denied me anything but this time he added a “be careful with it beta”. It was a memoir of the son he had lost. Yet he never hesitated, not once and gave it to me, just like that!

“By no means shall you attain righteousness, unless you give of that which you love.”          

( Surah Aal e Imraan: 92)

The purpose of “giving” is explained in the Qur`an as “Tazkiya” (sanctification/ spiritual cleansing/ emotional growth).

“Of their wealth take alms to purify and sanctify them”                                                                    

        (Surah At-Tauba :103)

That throws the idea of retail-therapy out of the window, I am not against shopping, in fact I am all for it! Go buy those smoking hot heels you saw last week.

Yes *drool* and its okay to splurge but give out an old pair to the ama that does your dishes. And really have a heart, don`t give her the pair that went out of fashion with the steam engine:P.

‘The believers … are steadfast in prayers, and in whose wealth there is a right acknowledged, for the poor and the destitute. ”

    (Surah Al-Ma`arij:22-24)

Remember death is inevitable, but long after you are gone your deeds will live on, make sure they are the type your Grand kids can blog about.

Because really its the little stuff that matters.

It’s That Time of The Year Again!

It’s That Time of The Year Again!

Privacy and Islam

Privacy and Islam

O ye who believe! Enter not houses other than your own until you have asked leave and saluted the inmates thereof. That is better for you, that you may be heedful. And if you find no one therein, do not enter them until you are given permission. And if it be said to you, ‘Go back’ then go back; that is purer for you. And Allah knows well what you do-Surah Nur

‘Abdullah Bin Busar (R ) narrated that the Prophet (S ) said, “When a person  goes to visit someone, he should not  stand right in front of the door, but to the right or left of it.”-Abu Dawud

Prophet (S ) said, “One who peeked  inside the house before having granted the permission to come in, did not truly ask for permission.”  (Abu Dawud)

Abu Hurairah (R ) reported that the Prophet (S) said, “You would have no blame if somebody peeks inside your house without permission and you hit him with a stone and it damages his eye.”  (Bukhari, Muslim)

Sahal Bin Sa‘ad (R) narrated that once the Prophet (S) was in his house combing his hair when someone came and peeked through the hole in the door.  When the Prophet (S) opened the door and noticed him peeking, he told him, “If I had known before that you were peeking, I would have struck your eye with the spear.”  The requirement to ask forpermission before entering someone’s home is meant to prevent people from freely looking in.  (Bukhari, Muslim)

Once somebody asked the Prophet (S) “O Prophet of Allah! Do I need to take permission even from my mother before entering her house?”  He replied, “Yes.”  The man asked, “O Prophet of Allah! I live alone with her in the house.”  Even then he replied, “Ask for her permission.”  The man said, “But, I serve her.”  The Prophet (S) replied, “Ask yourmother for permission before entering the house.  Do you wish to see her in nude?”  The man replied, “No.”  He said, “Then ask for her permission.” -(Mu’atta Imam Malik, p. 726)

BIDAH AND EID MILAD-UN-NABI

BIDAH AND EID MILAD-UN-NABI

 

Some Hadith on Bidah (or Innovation):

He who innovates (an act or practice) or gives protection to an innovator, there is a curse of Allah and that of His angels and that of the whole humanity upon him-Sahih Muslim

He who innovates things in our affairs for which there is no valid (reason) (commits sin) and these are to be rejected-Sahih Muslim

If somebody innovates something which is not in harmony with the principles of our religion, that thing is rejected.”- Sahih Bukhari

 

Every innovation is a misguidance and every misguidance goes to Hell fire.- Sahih Muslim

 

Background:

Rabi-ul-Awal is the 1st month of Spring, the word “rabi” itself means spring in Arabic. The Prophet(S) was born in this month. There is some debate among scholars on the exact date i.e b/w 9, 12 or 21st of RabiulAwal. This is because the Arabs did not attach much importance to dates of birth or of deaths. The only reason the month was remembered is because of the Arab practice of naming years after any important event occurring in that particular year. In this case it was the attack on Ka`abah by Abraha. The date of death of the dear Prophet(S) is known for sure (relatively) i.e 12th of Rabi-ul-Awal. Interestingly enough, nobody knows for sure the d.o.b of ANY of the prophets (if you said Christmas, then you`ve yet to meet an Orthodox Christian;p google it!) which goes to show the level of importance Allah(S.W.T) attaches with the subject. Also, none of the Khulfa-e-Rashideen celebrated any such event. Furthermore no Hadith or Verse can be found which supports the celebration of the day. Allah (S.W.T) in all His wisdom created 2 Eids for us, who are we to change that. Hence anything which cannot be supported from the Prophet(S) `s life is an invention and hence Bidah in religion.

How it started:

It all started SIX HUNDRED years AFTER the Prophet(S) left this world by two men (I`ve forgotten the names, somebody please enlighten) in Iraq as a “Majlis-e-Malood” to do Zikr. Their intention may have been good but it started a chain of events where all year round Muslims forget the Prophet(S) and his teachings and his Sunnah and in this month lavish parties and events are thrown where Naats are recited and then on the 13th everyone is back to the usual state of affairs till next year. What is more alarming is that some of the Naats that are read that confuse the status of the Prophet(S) with that of Allah (S.W.T)!! Imagine! The Prophet (S) who taught us the Kalima and the very concept of Tauheed, and we make the VERY SAME man Allah`s partner in our over-zealous devotion with Naats such as:

bhar de jholi meri ya Muhammad

 

Unfortunately our people in their simplicity and lack of knowledge confuse such matters, and in their emotions start name-calling (such as Gustakh-e-Rasool(S)) on those who beg to differ. When REAL devotion requires that we follow the Prophet(S)`s teachings the way he taught us, do we not believe him to be the best of men and an example for all mankind? Then what gives us the authority to ASSUME on his behalf?

لَقَدْ كَانَ لَكُمْ فِي رَسُولِ اللَّهِ أُسْوَةٌ حَسَنَةٌ

Verily you have in the Prophet of Allah an excellent model

May Allah guide us and grant us the wisdom to follow the Sunnah of the greatest man EVER to walk the face of the Earth, Ameen.

Mohammad(S)

Mohammad(S)

Mohammad was twenty-five years old. He was of medium stature; inclined to slimness, with a large head and broad shoulders, and the rest of his body perfectly proportioned. His hair and beard were thick and black, not altogether straight but slightly curled. His hair reached midway between the lobes of his ears and his shoulders, and his beard was of a length to match. He had a noble breadth of forehead and the ovals of his large eyes were wide, with exceptionally long lashes and extensive brows, slightly arched but not joined. In most of the earliest descriptions his eyes are said to have been black, but according to one or two of these they were brown, or even light brown. His nose was aquiline and his mouth was wide and finely shaped-a comeliness always visible for although he let his beard grow, he never allowed the hair of his moustache protrude over his upper lip. His skin was white, but tanned by the sun. In addition to his natural beauty there was a light on his face-the same which had shone from his fater, but in the son it was more powerful-and this light was especially apparent on his broad forehead, and in his eyes, which were remarkably luminous. Khadijah knew that she herself was still beautiful, but she was fifteen years his elder. Would he none the less be prepared to marry her?

…………

She said to him: “Son of mine uncle, I love thee for thy kingship with me, and that for thou art ever in the centre, not being a partisan amongst the people for this or for that, and I love thee for trustworthiness and for the beauty of thy character and for the beauty of thy speech”. Then she offered herself in marriage to him, and they agreed that he should speak to his uncles and she would speak to her uncle `Amr, the son of Asad, for Khuwaylid her father had died.

-Excerpt from Muhammad his life based on the earliest sources by Martin Lings

Conservation of Resources and Islam

Conservation of Resources and Islam

Our dwindling resources:

Chaos appears in the land and the sea because of the evil deeds which people’s hands have earned, in order to make them taste the flavor of some of their misdeeds – in order that they may come back-Surah Ruum [30:41]

 

As Pakis we can feel acutely, the pain of dwindling resources such as electricity, water and even gas, which we had arrogantly thought up till the dawn of the new millennium, would never finish. Sigh! Us Pakis and our never-ending optimism…

 

Allah says in the Qur’an:

كلوا واشربوا ولاتسرفوا

(Eat and drink but waste not) [7: 31]

Continued: ” Allah does not love the squanderers.” 7:31

It is related that the Prophet passed by his companion Sa’d, who was washing for prayer, and said:

“What is this wastage, O Sa’ d?”

“Is there wastage even in washing for prayer?”  asked Sa’ d;

and he said, “Yes, even if you are by a flowing river!”- Ibn- Majah

Hence wastage, of every sort is prohibited. O that more Pakis knew this ;p

…And They Call Us Barbaric!

…And They Call Us Barbaric!

According to Amnesty International:

rape is greatly under reported because of the stigma attached to it, and even more rarely punished.

Even so, their stats say:

  • One in five women will be a victim of rape or attempted rape in her lifetime (WHO 1997).
  • In the USA a woman is raped every 90 seconds (US Department of Justice, 2000).
  • 85,000 women raped in the UK in the year 2006, equating to about 230 cases every day( BBC One report)
  • In France 25,000 women are raped per year (European Women’s Lobby, 2001).

Sadly according to wiki about 5% of rapists will ever spend a day in jail in the USA.

What the QUR`AN says:

“But force not your maids to prostitution when they desire chastity, in order that ye may make a gain in the goods of this life. But if anyone compels them, yet, after such compulsion, is God, Oft-forgiving, Most Merciful (to them i.e the forced women)”

Surah An-Nur

What Hadith tells us:

“One day (at the time of the Prophet) a woman left her house to go and pray at the Mosque. On her way she was met by a man who forced her to have sexual intercourse. The woman screamed while the man raped her. After he raped her the man ran away. A group of men (who accompanied the Prophet on his flight form Mecca to Medina) passed by the girl and she said to them (pointing in the direction of the man running) “that man just raped me”. They then ran after him and caught him and when face to face with the woman she said “yes that was the person”. They went to the Prophet and the man said “Yes Prophet it was me who did this”. The Prophet said to the girl “go now, God has already pardoned you” but of the man who had raped her, he said, “Stone him to death.” (Tirmidhi and Abu Dawood)

A young man committed zina with his employer’s wife. The father of the young man gave one hundred goats and a maid as compensation to the employer, who accepted it. When the case was reported to the Prophet, he ordered the return of the goats and the maid to the young man’s father and prosecuted the adulterer for zina (Abu Dawood and Bukhari)

Then they say Islam enjoins marital rape when Allah(s.w.t) EXPLICITLY states in Surah Al-Nisa:

“… And consort with your wives in a goodly manner, for if you dislike them, it may well be that you dislike something which God might yet make a source of abundant good.”

 

With such kind of punishment in place, imagine how safe society would be for women! And they call Islamic Laws barbaric in their naivety…

Conclusion:

According to wiki:

Prison sentences for rape are not uniform. A study made by the U.S. Department of Justice of prison releases in 1992, involving about 80 percent of the prison population, found that the average sentence for convicted rapists was 11.8 years, while the actual time served was 5.4 years. This follows the typical pattern for violent crimes in the US, where those convicted typically serve no more than half of their sentence.

 

Need I say more?

 

**If you liked this, you might also enjoy:= \”Abottabad\”

The “I RoxXxX Atittude”- Arrogance and Its Many Off-Shoots

The “I RoxXxX Atittude”- Arrogance and Its Many Off-Shoots

                                                    
For this article I thought I would talk small and quote big. Throughout my life I was a care-free work-little-have-fun-all-year-round kinda student who somehow managed to score 80-90% regardless of the tiny amount of hard work I put in. That in itself a blessing, which should have been a cause for bringing me closer to Allah, but nay! Like any other silly teenager of my age that just made me more and more self-reliant (read obnoxious) till I fell flat on my face. Life was all sunshine and gold till I ACTUALLY discovered that I was working lesser than my peers and scoring more. That led to a certain amount of complacency, which led to a huge amount of over dependence on the self, which ultimately led to my fall from grace, hah. Now most of you would say (the way I used to) that this is not arrogance, well maybe its not arrogance like the Pharoah`s, who said:

“Council, I do not know of any other god for you apart from Me…”” (Surah Al Qasas 28:38)

But it IS still a form of arrogance, which many of us unknowingly fall prey to  i.e thinking our success-es <read blessings> are a result of say our intellect, our logical thinking, our deductive powers…whereas that is not the case! In fact this is exactly the attitude which led to Qarun and his house being swallowed up, when he said of his vast treasures:

“He said, “I have only been given it because of knowledge I have.” (Surah Al Qasas 28:78)

Reading that just gave me the creeps! O God I sound like that! Most of us forget that Satan`s maiden sin, too, was that of arrogance, when the Lord commanded Satan to prostrate,he said:

“I am better than him. You created me from fire and You created him from clay.”” Surah Al A’raf 7:12

Read: “I am sooo better than you dude”. How many times have we said/thought that for someone we thought was beneath us, it might be the mullah next door, or the geeky guy upstairs, and if you think you`re justified in thinking so, think again…

Alhumdolillah I have learnt my lesson but changing the thought-process is a long challenging path, so when I write this article, it is more a reminder for myself than for anyone else. I believe Allah(s.w.t) teaches us lessons in so many ways that we cannot begin to comprehend His infinite wisdom. I mean can you name one teacher who has taught you the lesson of arrogance whilst killing a mosquito (machar)?:D Check following:

Scene I:

Malo sees machar on wall

<evil laugh> “dude you`re so dead!”

WHAM! $%**@

Self whining & holding hand whilst mosquito flies off peacefully, oblivious to pain inflicted

Scene II

Malo still smarting from last call, much more sub-dued <read humble>, spots killer-machine <read mosquito ofcourse>

-advances

-makes dua-“Allah let this terrorist perish at my hands,pretty please!”

SWAT!

Blood splattered on wall!

-Stops mid-step whilst breaking out into weird break-dance sequence

-remembers previous lesson

-says “Alhumdolillah”  :D

Now you know what I meant by talk small at the start;d Also I hope that now you know how much changing the thought-process actually requires-_-

If Prophet Mohammad(S) Visited You

If Prophet Mohammad(S) Visited You

I wonder……………………

If Prophet Muhammad visited you
Just for a day or two,
If he came unexpectedly,
I wonder what you would do?
Oh I know you would give your nicest room,
To such an honored guest,
And you would serve him your very best.

You would be the very best,
Cause you’re glad to have him there,
That serving him in your home
Would be a joy without compare.

But…when you see him coming,
Would you meet him at the door
With your arms outstretched in welcome,
To your visitor?

Or…would you have to change your clothes
before you let him in?
Or hide some magazines and put
The Qur’an where they had been?

Would you still watch those movies,
Or your T.V. set?
Or would you switch it off,
Before he gets upset.

Would you turn off the radio,
And hope he had not heard?
And wish that you did not utter
your last loud hasty word?

Would you hide your worldly music,
And instead take out Hadith books?
Could you let him walk right in,
Or would you rush about?

And I wonder…if the Prophet (saw) spent, a day or two with you,
Would you go on doing the things you always do?
Would you go right on and say the things You always say?
Would life for you continue
As it does from day to day?

Would your family conversations,
Keep up their usual pace?
And would you find it hard each meal,
To say a table grace?

Would you keep up each and every prayer?
Without putting on a frown?
And would you always jump up early,
For Fajr at dawn?

Would you sing the songs you always sing?
And read the book you read?
And let him know the things on which,
Your mind and spirit feed?

Would you take the Prophet with you,
Everywhere you plan to go?
Or, would you maybe change your plans,
Just for a day or so?

Would you be glad to have him meet,
Your very closest friends?
Or, would you hope they stay away,
Until his visit ends?

Would you be glad to have him stay,
Forever on and on?
Or would you sigh with great relief,
When he at last was gone?

It might be interesting to know,
The things that you would do.
If Prophet Muhammad came,
To spend some time with you

By Camilia El-Banhawy Badr

—- Usually the stuff posted here is my own work,but this was just too good to miss–

**If you enjoyed this give this a read too:= \”Mohammad (S)\”

The Nation That Cried Wolf- 101 Lies We tell Everyday

The Nation That Cried Wolf- 101 Lies We tell Everyday

To the Shopkeeper – I have no change

To the Teacher – The computer ate my assignment

To the Friend who keeps calling – Tinkoo tell him I am in the washroom

To the guest who comes at odd times – Pinkoo tell him I am not home

To the Servant/Masi – No my saas gave me these clothes Sajida, I can`t give them to you

To the boss when we get late – I was stuck in traffic since Fajr

To the Traffic Police Warden – I don`t have change

To Mommy – “…but he pushed me first”

To Bushra – You look sooo pretty

To KESC – We donot know what electricity looks like anymore!

KESC guy back to us – Expected time 1 hour sir

To everyone – This is a Yahoodi conspiracy, Pakistan will be broken up into pieces for RAW, CIA and Mossad

To your blog readers- This article contains a list of 101 lies

Seriously what`s wrong with us!? And then we shout and cry, burn cars and buildings saying “Down with Amreeka” “Down with Israel” and cook up conspiracy theories about how the world is out to get us (“maybe they are”- stage whisper) because (wait for it-drumroll*) “The Qilla (fortress) of Islam”!!(no seriously say that again and this time with a serious face). Honestly who would waste time destroying us, when we are pretty self-sufficient at that (if nothing else) ourselves . We are nothing but a bunch of crooks that would probably pick the pocket of the hand that was lending us money in the first place. That, dear reader, is the state of our sorry selves. And the root cause of all our problems is that we are a nation of liars, make that pack of liars, as we aren’t even fit to be called a “nation” yet. Never do we think twice about breaking the law, taking bribes, cheating, stealing, wasting official resources and the list goes on…because we know at the end of the day we can lie our way through. Seriously if lying were a paid profession, the Rupee would be 110 Euros and not the other way around right now. Remember the song we used to sing as kids: Liar! Liar!pants on fire!? Well literally the nation`s pants are on fire now cz the country is burning in the aftermath of our deeds, as shall we burn in the hell-fire in the here-after, (morbid yes, but true) . In Surah Mohammad(s) Allah says:

“……And Allah is Self- Sufficient, and it is you that are needy. And if you turn your backs, He will bring in your stead a people other than you, then they will not be like you”

The Prophet (S) said:

“The signs of the hypocrite are three: when he speaks, he lies, when he makes a promise he breaks it, and when he is entrusted with something he breaks that trust.” (al-Bukhaari, Muslim)


And we all know where the hypocrites will end up! We need to do some major soul-searching asap, or maybe go out and watch Pinocchio again..

Man`s Flight

Man`s Flight

Man has always yearned to fly, to soar above the clouds, to glide in the skies, to feel the wind on his cheeks, merely to defy gravity. He made ships, he made planes, and he went into space. Yet he could not be like the smallest of birds, he could not fly, not literally. But if he were to look around…just a bit…. he would see that God gave him the power to fly …even without wings!!!

Hope Lingers…

Hope Lingers…

Everyday when I walk out on the big roads, I look around and see what twelve million other people in Karachi see. The badly damaged roads, the non-existing drainage system, the poor beggars, the garbage on the side walks, the naked children, people with upturned noses and those with outstretched hands. I hear the noise and feel the silence that keeps us apart. I feel the distances, the fear that comes from uncertainty and amidst it all I hear an occasional laugh. I see people throwing caution to the winds. I see them giving strangers lifts; I see traffic jammed because someone stopped to let the blind man cross the road.

Yes there is chaos, but amidst the chaos there is hope….yes we have hope! We still have hope!!!

 

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The Day I Got Stepped On By a Horse

The Day I Got Stepped On By a Horse

I have beautiful feet! I honestly do! At least I used to have them, until they got stepped on. My story begins when one fine day, our university decided to take us to the sea. The day was particularly exciting for me as it was the first time I was going to see the sea (ey that rhymes). So it was that I got on the bus armed with two things, my happiness and my beautiful feet. What follows is what happened to those two when I got there. So it came about that three of us friends were strolling leisurely on the beach enjoying the combination of wet feet and sweaty foreheads when suddenly out of the horizon rode out this rider, straight-backed, majestic stature, powerful horse. He came riding towards us. Ahh! I sighed dreamily; my knight in shining armor hath arrived! You’ll be my knight in shining armor • Shining so bright I can hardly see • The sunlight because of thee But wait, what’s this? The knight has a beard!!?? AND he looks ironically like the fat guy in the TV series “The sword of Tipu Sultan”. But Tipu Sultan wearing a shirt that says “I scored last night” excusez moi senor?? Closer inspection. Oh Lord! It was just a university guy on a horse. AND WHAT was wrong with the man running behind the horse. Why was he making such a racket? “Piche piche ho jao, ghora dewana hogaya, side maro baji” (step aside sister! the horse has gone berserk!) Oh great! The horse was out of control. The three of us scampered away like the three-not-so-little mice. Have you ever wondered why there are so many threesomes in fairytales? Like the three little mice, the three musketeers, the three little pigs, Goldilocks and the three bears. But I transgress, back to the story. Anyways we managed to escape. But alas! To my dismay, although I managed to escape my foot did not. The darn guy albeit horse and all stepped on it and marred its beautiful face forever. We all know that beauty is a binary thing, either you have it or you don’t, I no longer had it. Being students of physics we know that some things like voltage and current are directly proportional. Being profound thinkers (ya ryt!) we absolutely know that inner happiness is directly proportional to outer beauty. So to put it bluntly when beauty was marred, happiness was scarred and hence endeth this sad tale of “the day I got stepped on by a horse”.

Complaint of the Qur’an

Complaint of the Qur’an

As an ornament do they adorn me,

Yes, they keep me and sometimes kiss me.

 

In their celebrations they recite me,

In disputes they swear by me,

 

On shelves do they securely keep me,

Till another celebration or dispute, when they need me

 

An amulet around the neck am I

Never descending into the heart, sigh!

 

Unfeeling hearts, eyes forever dry

Yet in gatherings, much read am I

 

Senselessly do they parrot me

Yet “great” do they deem me

 

Yes, they read me and memorize me,

Yet only an ornament am I.

 

No lesson do they take from me

No custom do they abandon for me

 

These slogans of devotion, these vows of dedication

Lies! Lies! For shallow are their utterances

 

Societies stagnant, system bereft

Still much “reverence” do they throw at me

 

My message lies neglected, my treasure untouched,

The field lies bare, where blossomed once true glory

 

Wrong is the treatment that I receive

So much to give have I, but none is there to perceive.

 

English rendition of Qur`an ki Firyad by Mahir ul Qadri

 

**If you liked this you might also enjoy\”If Prohphet Mohammad (S) Visited You\”

Debunking Music Myths Part I-The Philosophers Talk Music

Debunking Music Myths Part I-The Philosophers Talk Music


Even thousands of years ago, philosophers like Plato, Aristotle, and Socrates understood the tremendous influence music has on its listeners.

Aristotle and How Music Effects Emotions:

“Music directly imitates the passions or states of the soul…when one listens to music that imitates a certain passion, he becomes imbued withthe same passion; and if over a long time he habitually listens to music that rouses ignoble passions, his whole character will be shaped to an ignoble form.

“Any musical innovation is full of danger to the whole state, and ought to be prohibited. When modes of music change, the fundamental laws of the state always change with them.

Plato and Moral Decline of Greece:

“They were men of genius, but they had no perception of what was just and lawful in music…And by composing licentious works, and adding to them words as licentious, they have inspired the multitude with lawlessness and boldness, and made them fancy that they could judge for themselves about melody and song…in music there first arose the universal conceit of omniscience and general lawlessness; freedom came following afterwards, and men, fancying that they knew what they did not know, had no longer any fear, and the absence of fear begets shamelessness. For what is this shamelessness, which is so evil a thing, but the insolent refusal to regard the opinion of the better by reason of an over-daring sort of liberty?”

Socrates and the Instrument of Indoctrination:

“Musical training is a more potent instrument than any other, because rhythm and harmony find their way into the inward places of the soul, on which they mightily fasten, imparting grace, and making the soul of him who is rightly educated graceful, or of him who is ill-educated ungraceful.”

And Finally:

Sixth-century Chinese philosopher Shu Ching:

“for changing people’s manners and altering their customs there is nothing better than music.”

Loving Nana

Loving Nana

*Dedicated to everyone out there who has had a loved one pass away

Its been more than a year since you passed away, but I still miss you. I miss the way you always towered above me. I miss seeing the way your hand trembled when you wrote something in that unique style of yours. I miss how you would take all the kids for ice-cream while the elders slept. The way you went to “rasheed sahib ki dukaan” thinking no one knew. I miss going for Halwa Puri with you to the Halwai ki Dukaan at Mohni Road,Pehlwana di Gali. I miss your stories of pre-partition and how you always said your simple Matriculation of the British Raj was better than the Graduation Degree of present day Pakistan. I miss how you would try to understand what my being a Computer Engineer meant and what software is. But most of all I just miss having you around, the way you made feel, and the warmth you emanated. I miss your delight at having won another my-fingers-are-longer-than-yours competition. I miss how good you were at Chess and how you tried in vain to teach us. I hope you found a better companion to play with on “the other side” and I pray your, err “stay” there is to your liking :D I have realized Dumbeldore was right all along:“To the well-organized mind death is but the next step”. And since I loved you so much and still do (Celine Dione was right too, “My heart will go on…” :P ), I have looked up some stuff in the hope that err your “accommodation” will be improved “down there”.

List of Things that Persist Even After We Desist:

  1. Sadqa-e-Jariya {In the form of a water well (or water filter or any other arrangement for water), charity hospitals, mosques, schools etc}
  2. Any form of knowledge that benefits people after we have left (e.g books, videos, cassettes, facebook pages, blogs, websites etc)
  3. Pious children who pray for the dead (Note to self: must become pious asap:P)
  4. Dua-e-Maghfirat on behalf of the dead.
  5. Givinging Sadqa on behalf of the dead (THIS is like a buy one, get one free deal i.e reward for BOTH the giver and the dead)
  6. And finally all the good we do as pious off-springs of the (pious) dead, they reap the rewards, as children are Sadqa-e-Jariya for parents. So it is absolutely essential to get knowledge of Deen, in order to know what deeds please the Almighty.

You`re Beautiful, Its True…

You`re Beautiful, Its True…

*Warning: Keep away from reach of narcissists.

How many times do we look in the mirror and sigh/whine/dream for flawless skin, perfect hair, and hour-glass figures? All that stares back at us (or so we think) is fat that we like to call love-handles, pimples we try to convince ourselves are normal signs of puberty and hair that never quite looks like the ad promised.  Quick peek at what the Prophet (S) saw when HE looked in the mirror:

اللَّهُمَّ أَنْتَ حَسَّنْتَ خَلْقِي فَحَسِّنْ خُلُقِي

“O Allah, just as You have made my external features beautiful, make my character beautiful as well”.

Subhan Allah! Just imagine for a second, the self-assurance and contentment of a man who says this when he looks in the mirror (yes, the mirror!). And add to that the fact that the very next second he is praying for beauty within. Goes to show how little importance he placed on it. (I can almost see the accompanying shrug: “beautiful, so what?”) . He knew that beauty should not be skin-deep only, that handsome is as handsome does. And what has Disney taught us:

“Mirror Mirror on the wall! Who is the fairest of us all?” (and poison anyone fair-er than you:P)

And lets not even start on the “Fair & Lovely” commercials and what they taught us.

So basically yes I know the media and society and the rishta-wali auntis have these un-realistic expectations (read demands) on what the ideal woman looks like (read tall, fair 19-year old Doctor who wants to give up her career to raise your son AND his kids :P ). But its time we told ourselves (and a lot of other people too) that we are not putting up with this anymore! We are not dolls to be ogled at, at whim or ornaments for bike commercials. We have dreams, aspirations, careers and homes. But most of all, we have a higher purpose in life:

Then did you think that We created you uselessly and that to Us you would not be returned?”

(Surah Al Muminun)

Indeed, in the creation of the heavens and the earth and the alternation of the night and the day are signs for those of understanding – Who remember Allah while standing or sitting or [lying] on their sides and give thought to the creation of the heavens and the earth, [saying], “Our Lord, You did not create this aimlessly; exalted are You [above such a thing]; then protect us from the punishment of the Fire.”

(Surah Aal e Imran)

Besides we ought to be happy with the way we look and not let others decide what being beautiful entails. Why conform when you can be unique? Who decides these stats anyway? Allah made each one of us beautiful in our own special way and Allah said to me:

“… and (He) has given you shape, and made your shapes beautiful…”

(Surah At-Taghabun Verse 3)

Allah told me I am beautiful! Why would I need OR heed anyone telling me the same or otherwise after that? Better than that naked blue guy in the snow crooning (OR Tariq next door for that matter): “I saw your face…you`re beautiful its true”. I know they say beauty is in the eyes of the beholder but beauty is also in the mind. It’s a figment of our imagination. Trust me! If you believe you are beautiful, no power on earth can convince you otherwise. And if you feel ugly, NOBODY can convince you that you are not.  So stop being over-critical of yourself when you look in the mirror and start working on the thought process instead:

“If our sense of self-worth comes from any place other than our relationship with Allah, Wallah we`re in deep trouble” – Sh. Yassir Fazaga

Here`s a quick tip

Mental Exercise:

Look in the mirror and tell yourself “I`m not JUST a pretty face”. Now remind yourself of some personality flaw you know you have and need to work on, and watch those pimples disappear:P

 

P.s Did you know that they say  if Barbie were real she would be 7 feet tall and she would have to walk on all fours due to those “proportions” of hers :d

**You should read this now:= \”The “I RoxXxX Atittude”- Arrogance and Its Many Off-Shoots\” in case your adrenaline is higher than acceptable levels after reading the above:-P **

REAL MEN Give Mehr

REAL MEN Give Mehr

Picture this: You are sitting on your new four poster bed, with your bride (also new), being forced to endure “Ye Zindagi hai” or some other such soap on your, yes your new 42 inch LED screen. If you are a man you can probably think up at least three better things to do with the above mentioned three things, right? (yes all three, the bed, the wife and the T.V)

BUT here`s the twist, your wife does not seem to agree, and there`s nothing you can do “cz my daddy paid for all this.” O the shame! Wither manliness?! And all that could have been avoided if you had just listened to God and given Mehr instead of eyeing the old man (who incidentally is also your wife`s father) and his wealth:

“And give the women [upon marriage] their [bridal] gifts graciously. But if they give up willingly to you anything of it, then take it in satisfaction and ease.

(Surah An-Nisa)

“…and lawful for you are (all women) besides those, provided that you seek (them) with your property, taking (them) in marriage not committing fornication. Then as to those whom you profit by, give them their dowries as appointed…” (Surah An-Nisa)

“Marry, even with (a Mahr equal to) an iron ring.”

(Bukhari)

If you have not figured it out by now, let me spell it out for you. Giving Mehr is one of the pre-requisites of a Muslim marriage/nikah and I mean GIVING it not just penning it down on the Nikah documents and saying, “write whatever you want, who gives Mehr anyway”.:-
“O Prophet! surely We have made lawful to you your wives whom you have given their dowries…”
(Surah Al-Ahzab)

It may only be a matter of pride for urban affluent men but for women from poorer backgrounds (only half of our population) dowry symbolizes much more. People just cannot afford to get married anymore! Girls are robbed of education because their mothers have to save every penny for their dowry from the moment they are born. Hence you see why the birth of a girl child is considered a burden in our poverty-stricken society. In India at one time signboards actually advertised abortions by “Pay xyz amount today, save thousands tomorrow”!! Imagine! Apparently poor parents just cannot afford daughters anymore! Like my teacher says “Our girls have become hostage to dowry”. And where did it all begin? It has its roots in the Hindu culture where women were considered lowly forms of the human species and hence the “larki wale” had to PAY the “larkey wale” to take this “wretched creature” off of their hands. And hence the modern glamorized version when people insist its a gift. Dowry is not a gift. Dowry shames the man and belittles the woman, period. For what kind of a man would take money from a woman? AND what kind of woman would pay her way into a house. <And here we all thought we were the best thing to happen to the universe since the Big Bang, apparently our actions beg to differ>. So what are we all waiting for? For things to get as bad as they are in our neighboring country where 2500 girls go missing every year due to bride burning alone? And we aren`t even counting female infanticide and feticide here…

Bottom-line: Do NOT give dowry, do NOT ask for dowry, period! Even if you own a house next to Birmingham Palace (heck even if you own Birmingham Palace), do NOT set bad precedents in society, do NOT glamorize things that make living difficult for the masses, THINK!

Note to my girlfriends: Mehr is a GIFT, do not try to dictate the amount, do not look towards your father in law for money, nor towards “daddy”. Seriously don`t. Take what dear hubby provides for you, and take it with pride. Or go work :P
Remember Asia (a.s) and remember poor suicidal Amy Winehouse, remember also that wealth does not buy happiness:

“Richness (wealth) is not in having many possessions, but (true) richness is the richness of the soul – contentment (of the heart)”

(Al-Bukhari, Muslim)

*Inspired by the lectures of Huma Najm ul Hasan*

Tongues on Fire

Tongues on Fire

*Dedicated to one Mahwish Rizwan who specially requested this topic AND helped with the creative content*

Disclaimer: All characters and incidents are fictitious. Any resemblance ought to be worrisome.

“Omg! Guess what?! I heard from Ayesha, who heard from Amna whose maid works for this teacher who hears all sorts of stuff in the faculty room and she heard it with her own ears that that you know the Dars wali Auntie?Her daughter was talking on the phone with a guy! Astaghfirullah O_O”

How many times have we gotten pulled into such conversations (little gossipers aren`t we)? Lets examine the case with “clinical perfection”.

Firstly, HOW do you know for sure? Spreading rumors are we Bushra, tch tch:

“O you who have believed, if there comes to you a disobedient one with information, investigate, lest you harm a people out of ignorance and become, over what you have done, regretful.”

(Surah Al-Hujurat: 6)

Secondly you are casting doubt on someone`s character:

“O you who have believed, avoid much [negative] assumption. Indeed, some assumption is sin.”

(Surah Al-Hujurat: 12)

Third, you are either falsely accusing someone (slander) OR backbiting:

“Do you know what backbiting is?” They said, “God and His Messenger know best.” He then said, “It is to say something about your brother that he would dislike.” Someone asked him, “But what if what I say is true?” The Messenger of God said, “If what you say about him is true, you are backbiting him, but if it is not true then you have slandered him.”

(Muslim)

“…neither backbite one another. Would one of you like to eat the flesh of his dead brother? You would hate it (so hate backbiting).”

(Surah Al-Hujurat:12)

“Those who accuse chaste, honorable women (of illicit sexual relations) but do not produce four male witnesses (who will witness that they personally saw the act being committed): flog them with eighty stripes, and do not accept from them any testimony ever after. They are indeed transgressors”

(Surah An-Noor:4)

Lastly Bushra you need a life, seriously.

And then there`s the unique Paki celebrity culture. Just because they are public figures does not make it alright:

“O you who have believed, let not a people ridicule [another] people; perhaps they may be better than them; nor let women ridicule [other] women; perhaps they may be better than them. And do not insult one another and do not call each other by [offensive] nicknames. Wretched is the name of disobedience after [one's] faith. And whoever does not repent – then it is those who are the wrongdoers.”

(Surah Al-Hujurat: 11)

So stop posting all those  Meera, Veena, Amir Liaquat, Ch. Shujaat videos and for God`s sake enough with Zardari too. Oh! Here`s a revolutionary idea: Don’t vote for him!

Why are we so quick to judge others? In fact who are we to judge others? And that too by our own set of rules or the standards that society sets for what is “acceptable” and what is not. We get petty and mean and end up missing the bigger picture ourselves:

-You know those Saudis they`re such bad people, you should see what they wear underneath those Burqas.

-The Molvi sahib you know, he just married again, how come he gets all those beautiful Auntis.

-Haye Allah!Why is she praying in public?! Or why is she praying when she does not do Hijab?

-Why is she so fat? (huh?)

Sigh!
“Conventionality is not morality. Self-righteousness is not a religion”-Charlotte Bronte

Its just sad when people take their self-righteousness and bring Islam into the picture, when Allah (swt) says categorically:

Enjoin you Al-Birr (piety and righteousness and every act of obedience to Allah) on the people and you forget (to practise it) yourselves, while you recite the Scripture [the Taurat (Torah)]! Have you then no sense?”. (2:44)

“O you who believe! Why do you say that which you do not do? Most hateful it is with Allah that you say that which you do not do”. (61:2,3)

“(Shu`aib said:) I wish not, in contradiction to you, to do that which I forbid you.’‘ (11:88)

Finally: There`s a time and place for Amar Bil-Maroof Wa nahi Anil-Munkar and behind the back isn`t it! No Bushra it just ain`t, sorry!

I Oggle With My Little Eye

I Oggle With My Little Eye

*Special thanks to Noor Saeed and Shiza Rizwan for their help with post name*

Pakistani men are, by and large, oafs! Okay fine there`s … well you get the point. You don`t? When was the last time you visited a Pakistani Bazar? And I mean Bazar not some high-end mall or super-store where you look at the price tag and ask the salesperson “sale kab lagegi?” and when finally the much-awaited “SALE” sign goes up, you rush inside all excited, only to ask : “Ye sale price hai?“ But I digress, when was the last time you went to a Bazar in Pakistan:

So whats the usual scenario? You feel like Ashwariya Rai or atleast you would if the hundred or so men oggling you were emm, well what the heck who really wants to feel like Hindustan ki Bahu anyway. And ofcourse this does not in any way imply that the average paki woman is actually more than just that, average i.e. , nope in The Land of the Pure you do not have to be hot or semi-dressed to be oggled. In fact Paki women can never suffer from low self-esteem, since Bashir, Tariq AND Rasheed are all staring (and I use the term very loosely here) at you like you are the only woman for miles around. Ah if only they stopped there! Nope dear ole Basheer (and I mean literally pot-belly, bald-headed, 40- year old basheer with a wife and kids in tow) wants more!
                                                                                                                                                                              

So he`ll accidentally brush against you, or crash into you (of course accidentally) or if he can manage it grope or if its his lucky day…. The ironic part is that this is not a once-in-a-blue -moon thing, or even a once-in-every-visit thing, its so wide-spread and so common that women have actually resigned themselves to it, and do not even discuss it any more! Its as common as paan streaks and wall-chalking. Don`t believe me? Go ask the females in your house.

Seriously did they miss out on this when reading the word of God?:=
“Tell the believing men to lower their gaze and be modest. That is purer for them. And Allah is well acquainted with all that they do.”

(Surah An-Nur: 30)

The Arabic word used is which means more than just “all they do”. It encompasses everything men do when they “check out” a woman, so basically the verse means that Allah (s.w.t) knows well <*shudder*> what they “fantasize”. Lets not even go down that lane, the fact that Playboy sold SEVEN MILLION copies at its peak is enough of an indicator for the intelligent.

And they justify it by “ey she was asking for it”. No she was not, not unless you are her knight in shining armor, or her majazi khuda dude (basically the hot guy she fell in love with, married and who pays her bills:-P). So unless you`re him we DO NOT wish to be X-Rayed or Gamma Rayed or whatever it is that your oh-so-k3wl glasses emit when you stand on the gali ka nukar thinking you are God`s gift to woman-kind, seriously you kinda look like this:

And all we want to do is this:

                                                                                                                                                                                            

In a hadith, the Prophet (s.a.w) is reported as having said: “And the eyes commit zina (adultery). Their zina is gazing.”

The Bible seems to agree:

“With eyes full of adultery, they never stop sinning; they seduce the unstable; they are experts in greed–an accursed brood!”-Peter 2:14

The Prophet (s.a.w) commanded Ali (r.a) : “Ali! Do not look once after another, for the first look is for you (since it happens accidentally) while the second is against you.”

Note to Dads: Do not smile indulgently at your sons when they talk about their latest “excursion in the field”. Please do not sigh and start reminiscing  about  your days saying “boys will be boys” or at least if you are going to do that, do not kill your daughter for the same in the name of some misplaced sense of “honor”. If you have not noticed qualities like honor, liberty and justice are kinda same across the board!

Note to women: Whenever you are harassed in the work place, study place or the market, know that at some point somewhere a woman failed in her duty as a mother. Do not repeat the same mistake. Teach your son (s) manners and do us all a favor.

Some useful information:

1. Sexual harassment is defined as “any unwelcome sexual advance, request for sexual favors or other verbal or physical conduct of a sexual nature…”

2. The National Assembly of Pakistan has unanimously passed a bill to provide for a higher punishment for sexual harassment increasing the punishment for the crime to up to three years inprison and a fine of up to Rs 500,000 from up to one year and unspecified fine already provided in the PPC for a vague ‘insult (to) the modesty of a woman’.

And Finally:
“Allah knows the fraud of the eyes, and all that the breasts conceal.”   -     (Surah Ghafir <the believer>:19)

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