Love Allah

by Fatima AsmalRehana looked up from her cup of tea, and shook her head disapprovingly.“How do I look, Azhar?” Tasneem, her20-year-old daughter was asking her brother, as she made her way to the breakfast table.“Fat,” giggled 14-year-old Azhar, returning to his plate of sausages and eggs.“Fat is exactly what you are going to be, if you keep stuffing your face like that,” Tasneem retorted, admiring herself in the Defy oven.Clad in her tightest pair of fitted blue jeans, beige clogs, and a transparent white cropped top, which barely covered her chest, let alone her tummy, Rehana thought her daughter looked…“Disgusting.” She bit back her anger and tried to sound calm.Tasneem shot her mother a furious look. “Who asked YOU? Why can’t you just leave me alone?”“Tasneem, you make it seem as if I’m picking on you. But I’m not. At the end of the day my advice is only for your own -”“Yes, yes, for my own good – save thespeech for someone else Mummy. As you might have noticed, it was lost on me yesterday and the day before and the day before, so just put a lid on it now will you?”Rehana shook her head again, at a loss for words. She looked in her husband’s direction, pleadingly. But he sat at the table, cup of coffee in one hand, newspaper in the other, engrossed in the sports pages. Perhaps he’s pretending, she thought. Like me he’s probably fed up with the endless arguments.“I’ll be late, have evening lectures, so don’t ring me twenty thousand times,nagging me.”Her daughter’s angry voice interrupted her thoughts. “Oh, so you aren’t going to eat now?”Rehana suddenly noticed that Tasneem was slinging her campus bag over her shoulder, and making her way to the door. She motioned at her to sit down.“No thanks – I’ve lost my appetite.”“Gooood Fatty’s lost her appetite, she’ll get thinner now, and there’ll be more food for me…” Azhar sang, as he grabbed Tasneem’s plate.“Shut up you little brat.”“Tasneem.” Thankfully, this time, Iqbal did intervene. “Don’t be rude to your brother, he’s just joking. And listen to your mother and sit down. Unless of course you want your car to be taken away from you for a while.”“Okay, okay, I hear you.” Tasneem grudgingly put her bag down, and pulled a chair opposite her mother.Rehana smiled at her daughter. “I don’t mean to push you into doing anything you don’t want to do Tasneem. I’m not asking you to coveryour face or anything like that. In fact, lately I haven’t even asked you tocover your hair. With the way you’ve been dressing lately, I’d be happy if you just wore longer tops and looser trousers.”Tasneem sighed. “Look Mummy, we only live once. You had your fun – I’m not stupid. The whole family knows you and Daddy met at campus – and don’t tell me you were covering your hair then. So after having your fun, it’s very easy for youto sit back and preach to me.”Tasneem, you are right, I only started covering my hair after you were born. And yes, I wasn’t a perfect Muslimah at campus – but don’t yousee? I regret every minute of it, and that’s why I tried to encourage you to fear Allah from a tender age.”“Fear of Allah is in the heart Mum. And you can’t judge what’s in my heart.”Rehana nodded. “But at the same time, we have to project our fear of Allah on the outside too, Tasneem. And there’s a good reason we are instructed to dress modestly. Believe me Tasneem, you do want a boy to marry you for your inner beauty not for your body.”Tasneem laughed heartily. “Mummmm, relax. I don’t have a boyfriend, and the last thing I’m thinking of right now is marriage. I just want to have fun, okay? Love you…See you later.” And with a frivolous peck on Rehana’s cheek, she was gone. Rehana put her cup of tea down. Once again her daughter had totally missed the point.Iqbal smiled at her encouragingly. “At least you tried, Ray.” He shook his head sadly. “I gave up ages ago.”“Oh, I won’t give up. We shouldn’t ever give up.”“Tazzzzz – wow girlfriend, you look fantastic…” Aaliyah greeted Tasneemat the top of her voice, as they made their way to the campus cafeteria.Tasneem giggled with delight. “Awww thanks. You look pretty cool yourself,” she said examining her friend’s new hairdo.“Yeah, you two look great. I stayed upall night, studying for the Ecos test, no time to dress up this morning. I feel quite left out,” moaned Ayesha, rummaging through her bag, frantically searching for her mobile phone, which was bleeping away, signalling the arrival of a host of SMS-es.“Ooooo Tazzz, look there’s Osama, checking you out again,” Aaliyah shrieked as they seated themselves ata table.“Aaliyah don’t!” Tasneem rolled her eyes up in disgust.“Hello? Am I missing something here? What are you two on about?” Ayesha tugged at Tasneem’s top.Tasneem motioned in the direction ofthe table alongside theirs’. A heavily-bearded student, clad in a crisp whitekurtaa, sat there, his face buried in a book.“Is his name really Osama?” Ayesha asked.“No silly…Aaliyah just calls him that, cos he’s always dressed in that garb and doing the Jumu’ah khutbahs.”“Really?” Ayesha asked, interested. “So what does he talk about?”“Oooo looks like you have competition Taz. Hands off Ayesh. Hewants Taz.”“Come on guys, I’m serious. What does he talk about?”Aaliyah cleared her throat and waved her hand up in the air dramatically. “The temporary nature of this life…the frivolity and deceptionof youth…blah blah blah.”“Okay, I’m definitely not interested.Hey Tasneem, is he really into you? Did he like ask you out or something?”“No way. Look at him, does he look the type?”“Lower your voices,” Ayesha said. “I’m sure he can hear us.”“Who cares if he does? Serves him right if he does -giving us Muslims a bad name, dressing like that, and always looking at the ground when he’s walking, as if his head is paralysed or something,” Tasneem replied, deliberately craning her neckand raising her voice.For a fleeting moment, ‘Osama’ did look up, but he quickly returned to hisbook.Aaliyah sniggered. “Well said Taz…Maybe you should be giving theJumu’ah khutbahs.”“Hey there’s someone who would look right at home, giving a Jumu’ah khutbah,” laughed Tasneem, revelling in their daily early morning session of juicy gossip. She pointed in the direction of the entrance, wherea pretty girl, clad in a long-sleeved dress, and a neatly-tied scarf, was standing.“Who is that Daadi-ma?” laughed Aaliyah.“Come on girls, you’re just jealous, she’s actually very pretty,” said Ayesha.This time ‘Osama’ definitely heard them. He looked up at the entrance and waved, a smile lighting up his serious expression. “Apaa, over here,” he called.“What a strange name – ‘Apaa’.”“Tazz. It’s not her name. It’s Urdu for ‘Big sister,'” Ayesha explained.“Oh.” Tasneem’s voice reflected her disappointment. “His sister? And here I was thinking that maybe he wasn’t such a goody-goody after all.” She looked at her watch, and hurriedly stood up, detangling her bag from the back of the chair. She grabbed Aaliyah’s arm. “Come on.,.we’d better make it for the English lecture now, if we want to catch an afternoon movie.”“Yeah, okay.” Aaliyah followed her out of the cafeteria.“What did you tell your Mum anyway?” Tasneem grinned.“What else? The usual – evening lectures.”Tasneem looked up at the sky, as she reversed out of the parking bay, It was a typically beautiful Durban day – ideal for the beach. Perhaps she should ring Aaliyah and Ayesha and tell them to meet her at Addington instead she thought, as she made herway out of the campus parking lot. “Nah, I don’t have my costume any way…” she said to herself. “Besides we’ve all been dying to watch this movie since it came out.” She turned on the radio, and smiled in delight asshe recognised the familiar tune of Britney Spear’s latest hit, ‘Toxic’ She didn’t see him coming. There was a wave of white in front of her and a female screaming in the background as she slammed her foot on the breaks. It was too late.“God, no,” Tasneem gasped, barely remembering to turn off the radio as she dragged herself out of the car. “Osama!” She was hysterical now, screaming incoherently and crying as she noticed the blood fast forminga puddle under him. “What have I done? No, no, no.” His sister was on the phone, tryi

Only for Allah

There was a pious man among the Banu Israel who always remained busy in the worship of Allah. A groupof people came to him and told him that a tribe living nearby worshippeda tree. The news upset him, and with an axe on his shoulder he went to cut down that tree.On the way, Satan met him in the form of an old man and asked him where he was going. He said he was going to cut a particular tree. Satan said, “You have nothing to be concerned with this tree, you better mind your worship and do not give it up for the sake of something that does not concern you.” “This is also worship,” retorted the worshipper. Then Satan tried to prevent him from cutting the tree, and there followed a fight between the two, in which the worshipper overpowered the Satan.Finding himself completely helpless, Satan begged to be excused, and when the worshipper released him, he again said, “Allah has not made the cutting of this tree obligatory on you. You do not lose anything if you do not cut it. If its cutting were necessary, Allah could have got it done through one of his many Prophets.” The worshipper insisted on cutting the tree. There was again a fight between the two and again theworshipper overpowered the Satan.“Well listen,” said Satan, “I propose a settlement that will be to your advantage.” The worshipper agreed, and Satan said, “You are a poor man,a mere burden on this earth. If you stay away from this act, I will pay youthree gold coins everyday. You will daily find them lying under your pillow. By this money you can fulfil your own needs, can oblige your relative, help the needy, and do so many other virtuous things. Cutting the tree will be only one virtue, which will ultimately be of no use because the people will grow another tree.”This proposal appealed to the worshipper, and he accepted it. He found the money on two successive days, but on the third day there was nothing. He got enraged, picked up his axe and went to cut the tree. Satan as an old man again met him on the way and asked him where he was going. “To cut the tree,” shouted the worshipper. “I will not let you do it,” said Satan. A fight took place between the two again but this time Satan had the upper hand and overpowered the worshipper.The latter was surprised at his own defeat, and asked the former the cause of his success. Satan replied, “At first, your anger was purely for earning the pleasure of Allah, and therefore Almighty Allah helped you to overpower me, but now it has beenpartly for the sake of the goldcoins and therefore you lost.”Source: From the book “Ihyaa-ul Uloom Ud Deen” by Imam Ghazzali (ra)

Chosen Bondsmen

It is narrated by M’aad bin Jabal thatwhen the Apostle of God sent him to Yemen, he gave him this advice: “O M’aad”, he said, “Avoid luxury. The chosen bondsmen of the Lord are notease-loving and self-indulgent.”-Musnad-i-AhmadCommentary:Though it is not forbidden to lead a life of ease and luxury, it does not befit the worthy bondmen of the Lord.They would better abstain from it. O Lord! There is no joy other than the joy of Futurity denotes the ideal rule of conduct for them.Source:Ma’riful Hadith

Demonstrating Love forAllah

Hajj is a demonstration of love for Allah. The flavour of love which permeates the acts of Hajj distinguishes it from other Ibaadat. Thus those who posses love for Allahis deficient, it will be strengthened by their engagement in the acts of love which belong to the Ibaadat of Hajj. Love for Allah established in the heart will solidify one’s Deen. The presence of love for Allah in the heart establishes one’s Deen on a firm basis. Hajj is specially efficacious forstrengthening one’s Deen.Hadhrat Aishah (radiallahu anha) narrates that Rasulullah (sallallahu alayhi wasallam) said:“Making Tawaaf of Baitullah, to walkbetween Safa and Marwah and to pelt stones (at the Jimaar) have been ordained for establishing the remembrance of Allah Ta’ala.”(Abu Dawood)An observer might wonder at the wisdom underlying the circumambulation, the running and the pelting, but the Muslim should not be concerned about the wisdoms beneath these acts. Render these actsbelieving them to be the commands of Allah Ta’ala and that His Remembrance will be grounded in the heart by observing these acts. The relationship of the Believer with Allah Ta’ala is strengthened and his love is tested. Without understandingthe wisdom of these acts, the Muslim in love with Allah, executes them because of the Command of Allah Ta’ala. All Commands of Allah Ta’ala carried out because of His love.The acts of Hajj are permeated with love. Love overwhelms intelligence regarding the acts of Hajj. Idhtiba (baring the shoulder) and Raml (walking with shoulders swaying in soldier-like fashion) acts done in Hajj were initiated in the beginning as a display of physical strength when there was yet kuffaar domination over Makkah. However, these practices were retained even after Allah Ta’ala destroyed the power of the kuffaar and established Islam over Makkah.Source:Hayatul muslimeen

Six Fasts of Shawwal

Abu Ayyub (R.A) reported that the Messenger of Allah, may Allah bless him and grant him peace, said, “Anyone who fasts Ramadan and then follows it with six from Shawwal, it is as he had fasted the entire year.” [Muslim]

Sincere Repentance

In a hadeeth reported by Imam Bukhari, Rasūl Allāh صلى الله عليه وسلم said:والله إنِّي لأَسْتَغْفِرُ الله وأَتُوبُ إِلَيْه فياليَوْمِ أَكْثَرَ مِنْ سَبْعِينَ مَرَّةًBy Allah I seek forgiveness from Allahand repent to him more than seventy times in a day[Tirmidhi]A person cannot progress on the path of tazkiyah (spiritual purification) without sincere tawbah (repentance). Tawbah is to return to one’s original pure state. The Ulama (scholars) of tazkiyah say that a person should be repentant every moment of the day. Repentance is notonly verbal, but more importantly, repentance should be in one’s state of heart and mind.The proof of tawbah and it’s main component is remorse and one can never be remorseful without remembering one’s sins. A person’s character should be dripping with remorse and this inspires others to forgive. The true state of tawbah reveals itself in a person’s speech, gait and appearance.Source:Content Soul