The Effect of Sincerity

In the 60s when the Arab/North African countries were gaining their independence, Moulana Yusuf Rahmatullahi 'Alayh decided to dispatch various 'ulama to different countries. Moulana Umar Palanpuri saheb Rahmatullahi 'Alayh was sent as well.

Moulana Umar Rahmatullahi 'Alayh gave a talk one day. Out of the many, only a single man stayed behind to listen to the talk. Moulana saheb gave a two hour long talk for this single man.

Ikhlaas ~ Sincerity

However, in the end he realized that this man was deaf! Out of respect, this deaf man had decided to stay back and 'listen' to Moulana saheb's talk. Rather than feeling heart sore, Moulana saheb decided to write down the six points* and give it to this man.

A few years later, Moulana Umar Rahmatullahi 'Alayh travelled to that same place. He came to discover that the very place he had given a two hour talk to a deaf person... that place was now a markaz!

This is the power of Allah Ta'aala. He does not need an army; a single Moulana and a single man who cannot even hear were enough for His work. 

What counts is the sincerity and the belief that Allah Ta'aala is the one one who is in control of all that happens.

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Adapted from Saturday Majlis of Mufti Ebrahim Salejee saheb

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* The six points referred to here are mentioned frequently in Tableeghi Jamaat. They refer to six qualities that were possessed by all of the companions of Rasullullah Salla Allahu Alayhi wa Sallam.

They are as follows 

1. Emaan ie the Kalima La Ilaaha Illa Allah Muhammadur Rasulullah
2. Salaah
3. 'Ilm and Zikr ie Knowledge and Remembrance of Allah Ta'aala
4. Ikraamul Muslimeen ie Helping out ones fellow Muslims
   
5. Ikhlaasun Niyyah ie Sincerity of Intention
6. Da'wah and Tableegh ie Inviting people to Islam 

The Canary Song

Thought I would share my canary singing. The budgies can be heard in the background. It always amazes me the sounds that can come out of such tiny birds. Subhan Allah!

Dunya ke ai Musaafir - Oh Traveller of the World

Dunya ke ai musaafir manzil teri qabr hai
Tey kar raha hai jo tu do din ka yeh safr hai

Oh traveller of the world, your destination is your grave
The passing of this journey is only of two days

Dunya bani hai jab se lakho karoron aaye
Baqi raha na koi, mitti mein sab samaaye
Is baat ko na bhulo, sab ka yahi hashr hai

From when the world came to be, lakhs and crores have come
No one remained, all where confined into the earth
Forget this not; this is the fate of all

Ankhon se tu ne apni kitney janaazay dekhay
Haathon se tu ne apney dafnaaye kitnay murday
Anjaam se tu apney kyoon itna be khabr hai

How many funerals have you seen with your own eyes?
How many bodies have you buried with your own hands?
Why are you so oblivious of your eventual end?

Makhmal peh sonay waley mitti mein so rahe hain
Shaahon, gadaa baraabar, ek saath so rahe hein
Dono huwe baraabar, yahi mawt ka athar hai

Those who slept on velvet are now sleeping upon soil
Kings and beggars are the same, sleeping next to each other
Both have become equal, this is the consequence of death

Ye aali shaan banglay kuch kaam ke naheen hai
Ye unchi, unchi building kuch kaam ki naheen hai
Do guz zameen ka tukra chhota sa tera ghar hai

These magnificent bungalows will be of no use
These high, high buildings will be of no use
Your house is indeed a small two guz piece of land

Mitti ke putlay tujh ko mitti mein hai samaana
Ek din he tu ke ayaa, ek din he tujh ko jana
Rehna naheen hai tujh ko, jaari tera safr hai

Oh puppet of clay! You shall reside in dust
One day you did come, and one day you shall leave
You are not here to stay; your journey is continuous

"This is My Islam!"

"This is a true story of a Niqabi sister in France.

After picking groceries in the supermarket, the Niqabi sister stood in the line to pay. After few minutes, her turn came up at the checkout counter. The checkout girl who was non Hijabi Arab Muslim girl started to scan the items of the Niqabi sister one by one and then she looked at her with arrogance and said, "We have in France many problems, your Niqab is one of them!! We, immigrants, are here for trade and not to show our Deen or history! If you want to practice your Deen and wear Niqab then go back to your Arab country and do whatever you want!!”

The Niqabi sister stopped putting her grocery in the bag and took off her Niqab… The checkout girl was in total shock! The Niqabi girl who was blond with blue eyes told her, ”I am a French girl, not an Arab immigrant! This is my country and THIS IS MY ISLAM!! You born Muslims sold your Deen and we bought it from you. And Allah says:  

'If you turn away, Allaah will replace you by another people, and they will not be like you.' (47:38)"

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I read the following at this link and thought to share.

Ya Rajaa'ee (Oh my Hope) by Meshary Al Arada

شاطيء في يديه كفارة للخطايا وشاطيء في يديه كفارة للخطايا ذهبت يوما إليه بأدمعي وشقايا ورحت ألقي عليه تبتلي وهدايا
 

I, alongside my tears and my wretchedness, 
Went to a seaside that had the expiation of my sins, 
And I proceeded to establish myself being cut off from sins 
And to establish my guidance 
([by saying:] Ya Rajaa'ee, Ya Rajaa'ee...)

ذهبت يوما ونفسي جريحة تتعايا وللمعاصي عواء مدمدم في الحنايا كأنه صوت ذئب تغافلته الحشايا أو نوح ثكلى أهاجت لها القبور خفايا أو صرخة ليتيم تلطفته الرزايا حملتها وكأني حملت هول المنايا وجئت ندمان أسجي إلى المتاب خطايا
 

 I went one day whilst my soul was injured feeling extreme [spiritual] pain 
And my sins were howling so loud that it was dumduming away in the corners [of my soul], 
As if it were a sound of a wolf unnoticed by large slow-moving cattle, 
Or the wailing of a woman whose child died which made the graves speak of their secrets, 
Or the cry of an orphan to which even all other calamities spoke of their consolement [to the orphan]. 
I lifted my soul up as if I had lifted my worst nightmares up, 
And I came to the place of repenting feeling sorry, 
Pushing my footsteps on, 
 ([and said:] Ya Rajaa'ee, Ya Rajaa'ee...)


رباه عفوك إني للنور مدت يدايا نزعت أسرار قلبي وجئت ألقي أسايا وأشتكي طي صدري يوما سحيق الطعايا به بدأت ولكن لم أدر ما منتهايا لم أدر يأسي فيه ولا عرفت هدايا ولا عرفت ظلامي ولا عرفت ضحايا ولا لغيرك دوى يا رب يوما ندايا
 

My Lord, I seek Your forgiveness. 
My hands have spread for Your light. 
I have pulled out the secrets of my heart and I have come to show my grief. 
I complain to you of my heart being closed from guidance on a day (i.e. my life) that is full of cruelties. 
I started my day, but I don't know how it shall end. 
I don't know of my hopelessness in this day, 
nor do I know whether I am guided. 
I don't even know my night or my day, 
Nor do I know of any call apart from yours, my Lord, the day I am called [for account]. 
([So my Lord, I can only say:] Ya Rajaa'ee, Ya Rajaa'ee...)

إليك أنت صباحي مصفد في مسايا فاسكن ضياءك إني ظمئان ضل صدايا لم أدر من أي نبع أسقي جنين الركايا شط لان فيه أضفي المغافي حشايا رحماك يا ربي اني وزورقي والخطايا في لجة ليس فيها من الضياء بقايا جفت وغابت ولكن مازلت أسجي رجايا
 

Oh Lord! My morning is shackled up in my evening [so I have no light]. 
Place your light, as I am thirsty [of guidance], 
My calls for guidance have gone unanswered. 
I don't know from which waterspout [i.e. how] should I give water [i.e. strength] to a newly-found well [i.e. my desire to find guidance]... [tough words couldn't translate them]... 
I ask of your mercy, my Lord. 
I and my small boat, alongside with my sins, are in tidal waves to which no light can reach. 
We have are nearly been turned over and nearly disappeared into the sea of destruction, 
but I still quietly hope of your mercy. 
 ([So my Lord, I can only say:] Ya Rajaa'ee, Ya Rajaa'ee...)

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Translation found online

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Friends

If I am a ship then you are the anchor of gold
Keeping the ship in place against storms so bold

If I am a buzzing bee than you are the perfumed flower
Taking from the rose's riches, nourished by His Love and Power

If I am a parched land then you are the spring rain
Watering my dying heart and alleviating my pain

If I am a traveller then you are my companion, my friend
Holding my hand to guide me, all the way til the end

That our souls were to meet was not by mistake
It was decreed by our Creator as ultimate fate

For benefit it has for this seeker's heart
In this world and the next, let us not be apart

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Another poem dedicated to those who are friends for the sake of Allah Ta'aala.

Truly such friends are a rare and precious commodity that should be valued.