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href='http://salaf-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2532991874011122499/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salaf-stories.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2532991874011122499/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>salaf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751293969862581404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>356</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2532991874011122499.post-5569022873553091956</id><published>2012-01-28T17:58:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-01-28T17:58:48.110Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='syria'/><title type='text'>Syrian Uprising AMAZING POEM: Heartbreaking story of Zainab, young girl murdered by Assad regime</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Syrian Uprising AMAZING POEM: Heartbreaking story of Zainab, young girl murdered by Assad regime &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtu.be/DKG_bTYy0PA"&gt;http://youtu.be/DKG_bTYy0PA&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div 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murdered by Assad regime'/><author><name>salaf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751293969862581404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2532991874011122499.post-6173005661927874997</id><published>2012-01-25T18:29:00.002Z</published><updated>2012-01-25T18:29:53.630Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fear'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hasan'/><title type='text'>"Woe to you, son of Adam! Can you fight Allah?"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;We laugh and yet who knows? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is reported that Hassan Al Basri said: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We laugh and yet – who knows? – perhaps Allah has looked at some of our  works and said: “I will not accept anything from you.” Woe to you, son  of Adam! Can you fight Allah? &lt;/b&gt;Whoever disobeys Allah is fighting Him. By  Allah! I have met seventy veterans of Badr. Most of their garments were  wool. Had you seen them you would have said they are crazy, and had  they seen the best among you they would have said: “Those people will  have no part in the Hereafter.” Had they seen the worst among you they  would have said: “Those people do not believe in the Day of Reckoning.” I  have seen people for whom this world was cheaper than the dust under  their feet. I have seen people the like of whom would come home at  night, not finding more than his own portion of food, and yet say: “I  shall not put all of this into my belly. I shall certainly give some  away for Allah’s sake.” Then he would give away some of his food in  charity, even if he were more in need of it than its recipient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Narrated from `Alqama ibn Marthad by Abu Nu`aym in Hilya al-Awliya’]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://islamicquotes.org/" target="_blank"&gt;Taken from &lt;b&gt;IslamicQuotes.org&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2532991874011122499-6173005661927874997?l=salaf-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salaf-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/6173005661927874997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2532991874011122499&amp;postID=6173005661927874997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2532991874011122499/posts/default/6173005661927874997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2532991874011122499/posts/default/6173005661927874997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salaf-stories.blogspot.com/2012/01/woe-to-you-son-of-adam-can-you-fight.html' title='&quot;Woe to you, son of Adam! Can you fight Allah?&quot;'/><author><name>salaf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751293969862581404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2532991874011122499.post-748237751359702457</id><published>2012-01-22T11:17:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-01-22T11:17:56.616Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jinn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='zaar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='magic'/><title type='text'>Zar Circles &amp; Effected by Jinn - his shocking story.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="Style1" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; line-height: 150%; margin-top: 1.8pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;(ii)Zar circles and those who frequent them&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="Style2" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="CharacterStyle1"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;The jinn and devils also gain power over and harm those who frequent &lt;i&gt;the Zar &lt;/i&gt;circles and those who &lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.7pt;"&gt;organize them. In those gatherings, which are &lt;/span&gt;supposedly held for the purpose of healing, women &lt;span style="letter-spacing: -0.05pt;"&gt;gather in a place and the jinn dictate their demands to &lt;/span&gt;those who organize these circles, such as wearing jewellery and beautiful clothes, wearing their finest adornments, slaughtering certain kinds of birds and &lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.4pt;"&gt;daubing the faces of the women with their blood, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.5pt;"&gt;lighting candles, beating drums, and making the &lt;/span&gt;women dance in a frenzied manner to the beat of the &lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.45pt;"&gt;drums in a manner that pleases the &lt;i&gt;Shaytaan. &lt;/i&gt;A &lt;/span&gt;woman may not be ill at all, but the jinn may possess her during these evil gatherings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="Style2" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="CharacterStyle1"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;In the midst of all this excitement, the poor woman &lt;span style="letter-spacing: -0.15pt;"&gt;thinks that her sickness has gone, but the jinn will soon &lt;/span&gt;make more and more demands. 1 low often has women's honour been violated in these gatherings of misguidance which are called &lt;i&gt;Zar &lt;/i&gt;circles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="Style2" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="CharacterStyle1"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="letter-spacing: 0.3pt;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="letter-spacing: 0.3pt;"&gt;have in front of me a letter from Morocco, from a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;man who used to organize these circles, from which I &lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.25pt;"&gt;will quote in brief. I will quote it for every man who &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: -0.05pt;"&gt;takes his womenfolk to these circles, so that he might &lt;/span&gt;learn from it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="Style1" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; line-height: 150%; margin-top: 19.8pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;The writer of the letter says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="Style2" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="CharacterStyle1"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="letter-spacing: -0.05pt;"&gt;What motivated me to write this letter is the suffering I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;have endured since 1984.&lt;/b&gt; The reason for that is, frankly, that I was very negligent. Although I was a &lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.55pt;"&gt;teacher and well educated, fluent in Arabic and &lt;/span&gt;French, I was addicted to alcohol, I engaged in illicit relationships with women, and I did not pray. From a &lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.4pt;"&gt;very young age I saw my parents organizing &lt;i&gt;Zar &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;circles in our house. I divorced my first wife in 1974, after having a daughter with her. From that time my &lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.6pt;"&gt;only relationships with women were unlawful in &lt;/span&gt;nature, with the women who came to my mother for treatment. My role was to collect the birds front them and slaughter them, to write on the candles for them, and to make amulets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="Style2" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; margin-top: 7.2pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="CharacterStyle1"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="letter-spacing: 0.55pt;"&gt;In 1984—after ten years-1 began to suffer from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="letter-spacing: 0.25pt;"&gt;Waswaas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="letter-spacing: 0.25pt;"&gt;Ill saw two men talking together I would &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;think that they &lt;i&gt;were &lt;/i&gt;talking about me, and usually I would confront people for no reason. In 1985 I got married again, and! stopped drinking, and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="CharacterStyle1"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;I.started&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="Style2" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="CharacterStyle1"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;pray. But then something else happened. I started to hear my neighbour's voice, when I was in my own house, slandering and insulting me, and I could hear &lt;span style="letter-spacing: -0.2pt;"&gt;the voices of his wife and daughters too. 1 &lt;i&gt;even &lt;/i&gt;started &lt;/span&gt;to hear the voices of all the neighbourhood residents, &lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.25pt;"&gt;slandering me in the worst possible manner, until I &lt;/span&gt;lost my patience and started to argue with them. I felt &lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.55pt;"&gt;very confused, I could not sleep, and I &lt;i&gt;became &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.3pt;"&gt;mentally unstable. Although my neighbour and his &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.4pt;"&gt;wife swore to me that they had not said any such &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.5pt;"&gt;things, I still continued to hear their voices even &lt;/span&gt;though they were not there in the &lt;i&gt;house.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="Style2" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; margin-top: 14.4pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="CharacterStyle1"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;After a while, I divorced my second wife, after having &lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.45pt;"&gt;a child with her, and I went back to drinking and &lt;/span&gt;reciting spells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="Style2" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; margin-right: 10.8pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="CharacterStyle1"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="letter-spacing: -0.2pt;"&gt;Fifteen days later, I started to hear voices which no &lt;i&gt;one &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;else could hear, even if they were close to me, which &lt;span style="letter-spacing: -0.15pt;"&gt;made me resort to the magicians. That was something &lt;/span&gt;that cost me a lot of money but brought me no relief. Some of these magicians wrote me a schedule for &lt;span style="letter-spacing: -0.1pt;"&gt;burning incense, some told me to buy camel hairs and &lt;/span&gt;other things to burn with the incense, but it was all to no avail. I was in very had shape, feeling constantly &lt;span style="letter-spacing: -0.1pt;"&gt;anxious, suffering nightmares, hearing voices and &lt;i&gt;not &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;tasting my food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="Style2" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; margin-right: 10.8pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="CharacterStyle1"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="letter-spacing: 0.65pt;"&gt;After a while, we sold our house and moved to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;another, but things stayed the same. The voices did not leave me alone. Sometimes they threatened me, sometimes they told me to commit immoral actions. &lt;span style="letter-spacing: -0.05pt;"&gt;My friend told me about a magician and I went to him, &lt;/span&gt;thinking that I would find relief with him. lie gave me some names and told me to repeat them after &lt;i&gt;every &lt;/i&gt;prayer. I did what he suggested, but to no avail.(II&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="Style2" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; margin-right: 10.8pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="CharacterStyle1"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Do you not see the evil and immoral things that take place in these gatherings, and how the jinn gained &lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.55pt;"&gt;power over the author of this letter who used to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.6pt;"&gt;organize these &lt;i&gt;Zar &lt;/i&gt;circles, and over those who &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.1pt;"&gt;frequented them? Beware of taking your womenfolk &lt;/span&gt;to these evil gatherings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="Style1" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; margin: 5.4pt 10.8pt 0.0001pt 0cm;"&gt;To the writer of the letter I say you should do the following:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="Style1" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; margin: 19.8pt 3.6pt 0.0001pt 25.2pt; text-indent: -21.6pt;"&gt;1-&lt;span style="font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 7pt; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Hasten to repent sincerely from what you have done, and weep for your sins.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="Style1" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; margin: 0cm 3.6pt 0.0001pt 25.2pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: -21.6pt;"&gt;2-&lt;span style="font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 7pt; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="letter-spacing: -0.35pt;"&gt;Go to someone who treats sickness by means of the &lt;/span&gt;Noble Qur’aan, the conditions of which &lt;i&gt;are &lt;/i&gt;out­lined in the previous section, so that he can treat you by means of the Qur’aan and beware of the witches (practitioners of witchcraft).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="Style1" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; margin: 1.8pt 3.6pt 0.0001pt 25.2pt; text-indent: -21.6pt;"&gt;3-&lt;span style="font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 7pt; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Attend prayers in congregation in the mosque regularly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="Style1" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; margin: 1.8pt 3.6pt 0.0001pt 25.2pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: -21.6pt;"&gt;4-&lt;span style="font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 7pt; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Recite the &lt;i&gt;Adhkaar (duas/prayers) &lt;/i&gt;for the morning and evening, and the &lt;i&gt;&amp;amp;dwelt With &lt;/i&gt;which are mentioned at the end of this book.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="Style1" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; margin: 0cm 3.6pt 0.0001pt 25.2pt; text-indent: -21.6pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="letter-spacing: -0.2pt;"&gt;5-&lt;span style="font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 7pt; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Read a &lt;i&gt;Juzz’ (para) &lt;/i&gt;of the Quiaan each day, and read &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: -0.2pt;"&gt;Soorah Al-Baqarah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: -0.2pt;"&gt;every three days in the house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="Style1" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; margin: 1.8pt 0cm 0.0001pt 25.2pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: -21.6pt;"&gt;6-&lt;span style="font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 7pt; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Give charity as much as you can.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="Style1" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; margin: 1.8pt 3.6pt 0.0001pt 25.2pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: -21.6pt;"&gt;7-&lt;span style="font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 7pt; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Perform some &lt;i&gt;Nawafil &lt;/i&gt;acts of worship, such as praying &lt;i&gt;Qiyaam &lt;/i&gt;at night, and observing &lt;i&gt;Nawafil &lt;/i&gt;fasts, Do that a great deal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="Style1" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; margin: 0cm 3.6pt 0.0001pt 25.2pt; text-indent: -21.6pt;"&gt;8-&lt;span style="font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 7pt; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Turn to Allaah, make a lot of &lt;i&gt;Du'aa' &lt;/i&gt;and seek the times when &lt;i&gt;Du&lt;sup&gt;t&lt;/sup&gt;aa's &lt;/i&gt;are answered.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="Style1" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; line-height: 120%; margin: 25.2pt 0cm 0.0001pt 21.6pt;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://kalamullah.com/Books/The%20Jinn%20And%20Human%20Sickness.pdf"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jinn &amp;amp; and; the Human Sickness - Page 81-84 &lt;/b&gt;[Download 13mb]&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also visit an Islamic site: &lt;a href="http://jinndemons.com/"&gt;http://&lt;b&gt;JinnDemons.com&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2532991874011122499-748237751359702457?l=salaf-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salaf-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/748237751359702457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2532991874011122499&amp;postID=748237751359702457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2532991874011122499/posts/default/748237751359702457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2532991874011122499/posts/default/748237751359702457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salaf-stories.blogspot.com/2012/01/zar-circles-effected-by-jinn-his.html' title='Zar Circles &amp; Effected by Jinn - his shocking story.'/><author><name>salaf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751293969862581404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2532991874011122499.post-1764525347920472938</id><published>2012-01-17T19:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-01-17T19:30:23.453Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='angels'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jibreel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='seerah'/><title type='text'>'The Messenger of Allah () saw Jibraeel in his true form. He had six hundred wings, each of which covered the horizon. There fell from his wings jewels, pearls and rubies, only Allah knows about them. (Musnad Ahmad)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Angels have great physical composure. For instance,  consider the  description of Jibraeel (alaihi as-salaam) in the following  reports:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Messenger of Allah (&lt;img alt="" border="0" class="inlineimg" src="http://www.ummah.com/forum/images/smilies/saws.gif" title="S.A.W" /&gt;) said, '&lt;span style="color: seagreen;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I saw  Jibraeel descending from heaven, and his great size filled the space between the  heaven and the earth&lt;/b&gt;.' &lt;/span&gt;[Saheeh Muslim (no. 177)] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abdullah ibn Mas'ood (radhi  allahu anhu) said, '&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;The Messenger of Allah (&lt;img alt="" border="0" class="inlineimg" src="http://www.ummah.com/forum/images/smilies/saws.gif" title="S.A.W" /&gt;)  saw  Jibraeel in his true form. He had six hundred wings, each of which  covered the  horizon. There fell from his wings jewels, pearls and  rubies, only Allah knows  about them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.' [Musnad Ahmad. Ibn Katheer said in al-Bidayah 1/47 that its isnad  is jayyid.] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Among the greatest angels are those, who carry the Throne of Allah, whom the  Prophet (&lt;img alt="" border="0" class="inlineimg" src="http://www.ummah.com/forum/images/smilies/saws.gif" title="S.A.W" /&gt;) described in the following words, '&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: seagreen;"&gt;I  have  been given permission to speak about one of the angels of Allah  who carry the  Throne. The distance between his ear lobes and his  shoulders is equivalent to a  seven-hundred-year journey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.' [Sunan Abee Dawood (Kitab al-Sunnah, Bab  fi'l-Jahamiyyah)]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From &lt;i&gt;as-Sunnah&lt;/i&gt; newsletter, vol 2, issue 6.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2532991874011122499-1764525347920472938?l=salaf-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salaf-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/1764525347920472938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2532991874011122499&amp;postID=1764525347920472938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2532991874011122499/posts/default/1764525347920472938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2532991874011122499/posts/default/1764525347920472938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salaf-stories.blogspot.com/2012/01/messenger-of-allah-saw-jibraeel-in-his.html' title='&apos;The Messenger of Allah () saw Jibraeel in his true form. He had six hundred wings, each of which covered the horizon. There fell from his wings jewels, pearls and rubies, only Allah knows about them. (Musnad Ahmad)'/><author><name>salaf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751293969862581404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2532991874011122499.post-5747124475298676071</id><published>2012-01-15T22:59:00.002Z</published><updated>2012-01-15T23:00:38.806Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='war'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fear'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='battle'/><title type='text'>"I will cast terror into the hearts of those who disbelieve" (Quran)  --- “This is how we felt horror in our hearts.” - Yazeed ibn ‘Aamir</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;[Remember] when your Lord inspired to the angels, “I am with you, so strengthen those who have believed. I will cast terror into the hearts of those who disbelieved..&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Quran Al-Anfaal 8: 12).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Terror&amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;is a great tool which the Muslims asked for in their supplications against the disbelievers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Yazeed ibn ‘Aamir, may Allaah be pleased with him, was amongst the ranks of the unbelievers during the battle of Hunayn; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;When he later became Muslim, some of the Companions, may Allaah be pleased with them, asked him: &lt;b style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;“How was the nature of this terror which Allaah instilled in the hearts of the disbelievers? Describe it for us.”&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Thereupon, he, may Allaah be pleased with him, &lt;b&gt;grabbed a stone and &lt;i&gt;flung &lt;/i&gt;it strongly against a metal pot, which caused a very loud noise&lt;/b&gt;, and remarked: &lt;b style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;“This is how we felt horror in our hearts.” &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Companions, may Allaah be pleased with them, used to pray against the disbelievers during their Witr (prayer of odd-numbered units performed after ‘Ishaa’ (night prayer) in Ramadhaan, uttering: “O Allaah! Fight the disbelievers, who hinder people from following Your path, belie Your Messengers and do not believe in Your promise. Differ between their hearts (i.e., disunite them), True Lord!”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Download Booklet:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.kalamullah.com/Books/Crusade%20War.pdf"&gt;http://www.kalamullah.com/Books/Crusade%20War.pdf&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A brother comments:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;Kuffaar in general cannot stand up againt a Muslim. Whether they are  white, black, or any other race, their hearts tremble before the Muslim.  And the Muslim never feels fear because he has Allah on his side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Just a quick story.&lt;/b&gt; Just two days ago I was on the bus; on the top deck,  at the back. 3 sisters got on and they sat near the front, 2 of them  happened to be Niqaabis. So I was day-dreaming and thinking with myself,  how hard it must be for sisters because of all the trouble they get  from Islamaphobes and what not. For the Hijaabi's it is hard enough, but  for the Niqaabis, I think us brothers cant imagine how hard that must  be. Growing a beard is nothing in comparison to the test and pressure  from society of wearing the Niqaab. Then I was thinking about the  stories I heard about various sisters being abused or attacked for  wearing Hijaab or Niqaab. I was thinking what I would do if I was there  and something like that happened. So these were some thoughts that were  going through my mind. Only around 5 minutes after the sisters had got  on, some trouble started. There was one big black man sitting right in  front of them. I couldnt make out what was being said as I was far away,  but voices got raised - and then I heard the word '&lt;i&gt;Baghdad&lt;/i&gt;'. So I go  and sit right next to this guy, thinking something is gonna go down. He  shuts up straight away, so I asked him if he had a problem. He replies,  "Nah, I'm cool. I'm just chilling." He cant say anything, so he just  asks why I came and sat next to him. I simply replied, to see if he has a  problem. He then gets up, I thought he wanted to beef so I got up too,  but he walks past me and walks straight down the stairs and exits the  bus - when getting off he says "I'm not scared of you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just got me thinking, how cowardly are these kuffaar. I was probably  half his size, and I'm not a small guy (probably average or a little  taller), its just that he was huge. Yet he can abuse women freely,  thinking he is hard, but then he is mute when he is against a Muslim  man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only time they will try to start trouble is when they have  outnumbered the Muslim - even then it must be substantially outnumbered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allah, 'Azza wa Jall, strikes fear into the hearts of His enemies, the  enemies of the Muslims, whilst giving tranquility to the hearts of the  Believers. Wa Lillahil-Hamd.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://forums.islamicawakening.com/f18/edl-attacked-muslims-outside-elm-55165/#post583175"&gt;Source&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2532991874011122499-5747124475298676071?l=salaf-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salaf-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/5747124475298676071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2532991874011122499&amp;postID=5747124475298676071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2532991874011122499/posts/default/5747124475298676071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2532991874011122499/posts/default/5747124475298676071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salaf-stories.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-will-cast-terror-into-hearts-of-those.html' title='&quot;I will cast terror into the hearts of those who disbelieve&quot; (Quran)  --- “This is how we felt horror in our hearts.” - Yazeed ibn ‘Aamir'/><author><name>salaf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751293969862581404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2532991874011122499.post-6981081901852260406</id><published>2012-01-12T11:36:00.001Z</published><updated>2012-01-12T11:36:58.381Z</updated><title type='text'>‘By Allaah, my wife has just delivered a baby and I do not have anything, so I went out unaware of my surroundings.’</title><content type='html'>Shaqiq bin Ibrahim said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 40px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“While we were with Ibrahim bin Adham, a man passed by us and Ibrahim asked, ‘Is not that man so-and-so?’ and he was answered in the positive. Ibrahim said to a man in the gathering, ‘Catch up with him and tell him that Ibrahim asks, ‘Why did you not greet us with the Salam?’ That man said in reply, ‘By Allaah, my wife has just delivered a baby and I do not have anything, so I went out unaware of my surroundings.’ The man, returned to him and told what happened, and Ibrahim commented, ‘We all belong to Allaah! &lt;b&gt;How is it that we were unaware about the condition of our friend until his condition deteriorated to this point?’&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Ibrahim said to a man who was present, ‘Go to so-and-so and borrow two dinars from him, then go to the market and buy whatever is possible with a dinar and then give him. That man said, ‘I went to the market and bought whatever I could with one dinar and then went to the man’s house. I knocked the door and his wife asked, ‘Who is this?’ I said, ‘I need your husband.’ She said, ‘He is not here right now.’ I said, ‘Then open the door and go inside.’ She opened the door, and we took whatever we carried on the camel inside her house and gave her the second dinar. She asked, ‘Who sent all this?’ I said, ‘Your brother (in Islam) Ibrahim bin Adham.’ She said, ‘O Allaah! Do not forget what happened today from Ibrahim.’”&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Transcribed from: Sifaatus-Safwah, vol. 4, p.155)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2532991874011122499-6981081901852260406?l=salaf-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salaf-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/6981081901852260406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2532991874011122499&amp;postID=6981081901852260406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2532991874011122499/posts/default/6981081901852260406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2532991874011122499/posts/default/6981081901852260406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salaf-stories.blogspot.com/2012/01/by-allaah-my-wife-has-just-delivered.html' title='‘By Allaah, my wife has just delivered a baby and I do not have anything, so I went out unaware of my surroundings.’'/><author><name>salaf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751293969862581404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2532991874011122499.post-3627156037752494372</id><published>2012-01-12T11:33:00.005Z</published><updated>2012-01-12T11:33:59.821Z</updated><title type='text'>"Seize the benefit of five things from the people of your time..."</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin-left: 40px;"&gt;Ibn Abee Haatim (d. 328 Hijri), raheemahullah, said:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;"I entered Damascus and came upon the students of hadeeth, and I passed by the circle of Qaasim al-Joo'ee (d.248H). I found a group sitting around him and he was speaking. Their appearance amazed me; and I heard him saying: &lt;b&gt;"&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Seize the benefit of five things from the people of your time:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt; when you are present, you are not known; when you are absent, you are not missed; when you are seen, your advice is not sought; when you say something, your saying is not accepted; and when you have some knowledge, you are not given anything for it&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;b&gt;I also advise you with five matters:&lt;/b&gt; when you are treated unjustly, do not behave unjustly; when you are praised, do not become happy; when you are criticized, do not become upset; when you are not believed, do not become angry; and if people act deceitfully towards you, do not act deceitfully towards them." Ibn Abee Haatim said: &lt;i&gt;So I took that as my benefit from Damascus.&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Related by Ibn al-Jawzee in Sifatus-Safwaa (2/200))&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2532991874011122499-3627156037752494372?l=salaf-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salaf-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/3627156037752494372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2532991874011122499&amp;postID=3627156037752494372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2532991874011122499/posts/default/3627156037752494372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2532991874011122499/posts/default/3627156037752494372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salaf-stories.blogspot.com/2012/01/seize-benefit-of-five-things-from.html' title='&quot;Seize the benefit of five things from the people of your time...&quot;'/><author><name>salaf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751293969862581404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2532991874011122499.post-9059493418532983388</id><published>2012-01-02T20:27:00.001Z</published><updated>2012-01-02T20:28:13.634Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brave'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fear'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rulers'/><title type='text'>‘My son, I swear by Allah, when I recalled Allah’s majesty in my heart, the Sultan became like a kitten in front of me!’</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;“I heard the shaykh and Imam (Allah have mercy on him) say, I heard our  shaykh al-Baji say;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our &lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;shaykh `Izz al-Din went to the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;Sultan&lt;/span&gt; in  al-Qal`a one time on Eid day and saw the army in full array before the gathering of the ruler who does not make an entrance before his  people except in splendour, - as was the custom in Egypt - and the officials  would begin kissing the floor before the Sultan/king. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;The Shaykh [&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;al `Izz Ibn  `Abd al-Salam&lt;/span&gt;] turned to the Sultan and called out to him saying, &lt;b style="color: #990000;"&gt;‘O  Ayyub! What is your argument before Allah when he asks you, &lt;i&gt;‘Did I not  give you the land of Egypt and yet you permitted alcohol?’’&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i style="color: #990000;"&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[The Sultan]  asked, &lt;b style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;‘is this the case?’&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[al `Izz Ibn `Abd al-Salam] replied,&lt;b&gt; &lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;‘indeed, wine is sold in such and such tavern’ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;[food + alcohol place]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;–&lt;/b&gt;mentioning other evil  acts (munkarat) too – &lt;b style="color: #990000;"&gt;‘while you bask in the luxury of this kingdom!’&lt;/b&gt; While he (al 'Izz)  was shouting at the top of his voice in front of the army. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[The Sultan]  said,&lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;‘my master, I am not the one who did this. It s from the time of  my father.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[al `Izz Ibn `Abd al-Salam] retorted,&lt;b&gt; ‘&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;what, are of those who  say (Lo! We found our fathers following this and we are guided by their  footprints)?’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Sultan [then] ordered the tavern (the place where the alcohol was sold) be closed.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard the Shaykh and Imam say that I heard al-Baji say, I later asked  [&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;al `Izz Ibn `Abd al-Salam&lt;/span&gt;] when he had returned from the Sultan and had  publically done this good,&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;‘my master how are you?&lt;/span&gt;’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; he replied, &lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;‘my  son, I saw [the Sultan] in that grand state and wanted to humiliate him  in case he puffed himself up with pride.’&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I then asked him,&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt; ‘my master  did you fear him?’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; He replied, &lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;‘&lt;b&gt;my son, I swear by Allah, when I  recalled Allah’s majesty in my heart, the Sultan became like a kitten in  front of me!’…&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;al-Subki, Tabaqat al-Shafi`iyyat al-Kubra, 8:211-212.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.alsiraat.co.uk/articles/general/the-sultan-became-like-a-kitten-in-front-of-me" target="_blank"&gt;http://blog.alsiraat.co.uk/articles/...in-front-of-me&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2532991874011122499-9059493418532983388?l=salaf-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salaf-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/9059493418532983388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2532991874011122499&amp;postID=9059493418532983388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2532991874011122499/posts/default/9059493418532983388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2532991874011122499/posts/default/9059493418532983388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salaf-stories.blogspot.com/2012/01/my-son-i-swear-by-allah-when-i-recalled.html' title='‘My son, I swear by Allah, when I recalled Allah’s majesty in my heart, the Sultan became like a kitten in front of me!’'/><author><name>salaf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751293969862581404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2532991874011122499.post-3034423766973869555</id><published>2012-01-02T17:58:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-01-02T17:58:30.424Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jannah/paradise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><title type='text'>Stories of Good Death: "Say Laa ilaaha illallaah.” So he replied, For the like of this (Paradise) let the workers [on earth] work.."</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Taken from: &lt;a href="http://giftsofknowledge.wordpress.com/2011/12/31/say-laa-ilaaha-illallaah-so-he-said-part-two/" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"&gt;“Say, ‘Laa ilaaha Illallaah …’’’ so he said … | Part Two « Gifts of Knowledge&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;You can find the first part &lt;a href="http://salaf-stories.blogspot.com/2011/12/stories-of-bad-death-say-laa-ilaaha.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://giftsofknowledge.wordpress.com/2011/12/18/say-laa-ilaaha-illallaah-instead-he-said-king-rook-checkmate/" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"&gt;.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #004080;"&gt;Salaam ibn Sualimaan al-Muzani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;  Hammaad ibn Zaid said, “I visited Salaam Abul-Mundhir while he was   going through the agonies of death.  So someone started to remind him to   say, ‘&lt;i&gt;Laa ilaaha illallaah.’  &lt;/i&gt;But he didn’t say it and that grieved me.  Then the &lt;i&gt;muadhin&lt;/i&gt; started to pronounce the call to prayer on the minarets of the &lt;i&gt;Jaami’ &lt;/i&gt;Mosque, saying, ‘&lt;i&gt;Ashhadu an Laa ilaaha illallaah!’ &lt;/i&gt;So   Salaam said, ‘I bear witness that none has the right to be worshipped   except Allaah, nothing except what He will takes place in the Heavens  or  the earth!’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he passed away, may Allaah have mercy on him.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Zuhd&lt;/i&gt; of Imaam Ahmad, p. 369.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #004080;"&gt;Aamir ibn Abdullaah ibn az-Zubair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; Az-Zubair said, “My uncle, Mus’ab said, ‘Aamir ibn Abdullaah az-Zubair heard the &lt;i&gt;muadhin &lt;/i&gt;[making   the call to prayer] whilst he was on his deathbed, and his house was   close to the mosque.  So he said, ‘Take me by my hand.’  So it was said   to him, ‘You are ill.’  So he said, ‘I hear the Caller of Allaah [i.e.,   the &lt;i&gt;muadhin&lt;/i&gt;] and I don’t respond?!’  So they took him by the hand and he entered [the mosque] while they were praying &lt;i&gt;maghrib.&lt;/i&gt;  He prayed a &lt;i&gt;rak’ah&lt;/i&gt; with the Imaam and then passed away.  May Allaah have mercy on him.’”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;At-Tamheed&lt;/i&gt;, Ibn Abdul-Barr, (20/93).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #004080;"&gt;Ibrahim ibn Haani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;  Abu Zakariyyaa ibn Ziyaad said, “I was present at the death of  Ibrahim  ibn Haani.  He said, ‘I’m thirsty.’  So his son brought some  water, so  [Ibrahim ibn Haani] said, ‘Has the sun set?’  He replied,  ‘No,’ so he  refused the water and said, &lt;b&gt;‘For the like of this let the workers [on earth] work.’&lt;/b&gt; [Saafaat 37:61] Then he passed away, may Allaah have mercy on him.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Taarikh al-Islaam &lt;/i&gt;of adh-Dhahabi, 20/63.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #004080;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ismaa’il ibn Ahmad ibn Ibrahim al-Ismaa’ili&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; He passed away half way through the month of &lt;i&gt;Rabee’ul-Aakhir&lt;/i&gt;, on Friday night … so he passed away, as an honour for him from Allaah, during &lt;i&gt;maghrib&lt;/i&gt; prayer whilst he was reciting, &lt;b&gt;‘It is You we worship and You we ask for help.’ &lt;/b&gt;[Faatihah 1:5].  May Allaah have mercy on him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Siyar A’laam an-Nubalaa &lt;/i&gt;of adh-Dhahabi, 17/88.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #004080;"&gt;Humaid at-Taweel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; He passed away while he was standing, praying, in 142ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hilyatul-Awliyaa&lt;/i&gt;, 7/329.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #004080;"&gt;Abu Bakr al-Naqqaash&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;  Abul-Hussein ibn al-Fadl al-Qattaan said, “I was with Abu Bakr   al-Naqqaash whilst he was on his deathbed, on a Tuesday with three   nights remaining in the month of &lt;i&gt;Shawwaal&lt;/i&gt; in the year 351ah.   So  he started to move his lips and [say something] which I did not   understand.  Then he called out at the top of his voice:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;‘For the like of this let the workers [on earth] work!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;’&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;‘For the like of this let the workers [on earth] work!’&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;‘For the like of this let the workers [on earth] work!’&lt;/b&gt; [Saafaat 37:61]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three times, then his soul left him.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Taarikh Baghdaad&lt;/i&gt; of al-Khateeb al-Baghdadi, 2/205.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #004080;"&gt;Zurarah ibn Abi Awfaa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; He was the head judge of Basrah and he passed away whilst he was in &lt;i&gt;sajdah&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tahdheeb al-Kamaal&lt;/i&gt;, 9/340.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #004080;"&gt;Abdul-Aziz ibn Abu Haazim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; He passed away while he was in &lt;i&gt;sajdah&lt;/i&gt; in 180ah, and he was eighty-two years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mashaahir Ulemaa al-Amsaar &lt;/i&gt;of Ibn Hibbaan, p. 142.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #004080;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umar ibn Aamir as-Sulami, al-Basri, al-Qaadi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; Abu Zur’ah said, ‘He passed away whilst he was in &lt;i&gt;sajdah.’&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tahdhib al-Tahdhib&lt;/i&gt;, 7/410.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #004080;"&gt;Ya’qub ibn Ibrahim al-Bazzaaz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; He passed away in the year 323ah on Friday night and was buried on Friday, and it was in &lt;i&gt;sajdah&lt;/i&gt; that he passed away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Taarikh Baghdaad&lt;/i&gt; of al-Khateeb al-Baghdadi, 14/293.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #004080;"&gt;Mujaahid ibn Jabr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; From Fadl who said, ‘Mujaahid passed away whilst he was in &lt;i&gt;sajdah&lt;/i&gt;.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Athibaat indal-Mawt&lt;/i&gt;, p. 138.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #004080;"&gt;Ahmad ibn Muhammad ibn Jumu’ah al-Hanbali&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;  Musa ibn Mamluk mentioned, and he was from the righteous, that he was   present at the time of his death.  So he [i.e., Ahmad ibn Muhammad]   began to recite &lt;i&gt;Surah Ra’d.  &lt;/i&gt;When he got to, &lt;b&gt;‘Its fruit is lasting and its shade …’ &lt;/b&gt;[Ra’d 13:35]his soul left him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Taarikh Baghdaad&lt;/i&gt; of al-Khateeb al-Baghdadi, 14/293.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #004080;"&gt;Abdullaah ibn al-Akram al-Misri al-Nu’maani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;  Some of our Shaikhs reported from Atiq al-Umari that he visited   Abdullaah ibn al-Akram with a group of people on the night he passed   away.  So they said to him, ‘Won’t you say the &lt;i&gt;shahaadah&lt;/i&gt;?’  So he said it and then said, &lt;b&gt;‘For the like of this let the workers [on earth] work!’&lt;/b&gt; [Saafaat 37:61] and then he passed away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Ibn Sayyidin-Naas mentioned from someone who told him that at the time of his death he was saying both &lt;i&gt;shahaadah’s&lt;/i&gt; and then he said, ‘I have succeeded by the Lord of the &lt;i&gt;Ka’bah!’ &lt;/i&gt;and then he passed away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ad-Durur al-Kaaminah&lt;/i&gt;, 2/250.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #004080;"&gt;Muhammad ibn Amr ibn Yunis as-Susi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; He passed away in &lt;i&gt;Muharram&lt;/i&gt; in the year 259ah on the Makkah road coming back after having performed &lt;i&gt;Hajj&lt;/i&gt;.  He passed away whilst he was in &lt;i&gt;sajdah&lt;/i&gt;.  And he was one hundred years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mawlid al-Ulemaa wa wafayaatihim&lt;/i&gt;, of Rib’i, 2/570.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #004080;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muhammad ibn al-Hussain al-Mazrafi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; He passed away whilst in &lt;i&gt;sajdah &lt;/i&gt;on the first day of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Al-Ibar fee Khabar min Ghair &lt;/i&gt;of adh-Dhahabi, 4/72.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #004080;"&gt;Abdullaah ibn Ali al-Kaazruni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;  It is authentically reported from someone who was present at the time   of his death that he heard him, while in the pangs of death, saying, ‘I   don’t know you, O Devil!’ or, ‘You are the devil.  I bear witness that   none has the right to be worshipped except Allaah and that Muhammad is   the Messenger of Allaah.’  Then he passed away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ad-Daw al-Laami&lt;/i&gt;, of as-Sakhaawi, 5/34.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #004080;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Musa ibn Ali ibn Musa az-Zarzaari&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; He passed away whilst in &lt;i&gt;sajdah &lt;/i&gt;on the eleventh of &lt;i&gt;Rajab&lt;/i&gt; in the year 730ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ad-Durur al-Kaaminah&lt;/i&gt;, 4/739.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #004080;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Musarrah ibn Muslim ibn Rabee’ah al-Hadrami&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;  When he was on his deathbed, may Allaah have mercy on him, he started   reciting the Quraan.  So when he read the Saying of Allaah in &lt;i&gt;Surah Taa Haa &lt;/i&gt;[the twentieth &lt;i&gt;surah&lt;/i&gt;]&lt;i&gt;, &lt;b&gt;‘… &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;and I hastened to You, my Lord, that You be pleased,’ &lt;/b&gt;[Taa Haa 20:84] he passed away.&lt;i&gt;’&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tarteeb al-Madaarik wa Taqrib al-Masaalik&lt;/i&gt;, of al-Qaadi Iyaad, 6/270.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #004080;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ali ibn Hasan as-Sairafi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; This Shaikh passed away whilst he was praying &lt;i&gt;witr.  &lt;/i&gt;He recited, &lt;b&gt;‘Say, ‘He is Allaah, [who is] One!’ &lt;/b&gt;[al-Ikhlaas 112:1] then when he got to, &lt;b&gt;‘Nor is there to Him any equivalent,’ &lt;/b&gt;[al-Ikhlaas 112:4] he passed away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dhail Tarikh Baghdaad&lt;/i&gt;, 18/329.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #004080;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shu’aib ibn Hussain al-Andalusi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; The last thing he said was, ‘Allaah is the Ever-Living!’  Then he passed away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Siyar A’laam an-Nubalaa &lt;/i&gt;of adh-Dhahabi, 21/219.&lt;br /&gt;All taken from, &lt;i&gt;Akhbaar Mawt as-Su’adaa &lt;/i&gt;of Abdur-Rahmaan al-Jumaizi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2532991874011122499-3034423766973869555?l=salaf-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salaf-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/3034423766973869555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2532991874011122499&amp;postID=3034423766973869555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2532991874011122499/posts/default/3034423766973869555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2532991874011122499/posts/default/3034423766973869555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salaf-stories.blogspot.com/2012/01/stories-of-good-death-say-laa-ilaaha.html' title='Stories of Good Death: &quot;Say Laa ilaaha illallaah.” So he replied, For the like of this (Paradise) let the workers [on earth] work..&quot;'/><author><name>salaf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751293969862581404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2532991874011122499.post-1146569493725353117</id><published>2011-12-30T12:33:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-12-30T12:33:25.484Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scholars'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='knowledge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='manners'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='malik'/><title type='text'>Imam Malik: "My mother would dress me up in the clothes of the scholars whilst I still was a young boy.."</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="content"&gt;      &lt;div id="post_message_4522106"&gt;       &lt;blockquote class="postcontent restore "&gt;        &lt;span style="color: #29303b;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Imām Mālik [رحمه الله] said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;“My mother would dress me up in the clothes of the scholars whilst I  still was a young boy and she would tell me 'Go to the Masjid and seek  knowledge from Imām ar-Rabīʿah, study his manners before you take from  his knowledge.' ” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #29303b;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Siyar Aʿlām an-Nubalā&lt;/i&gt; -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;       &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2532991874011122499-1146569493725353117?l=salaf-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salaf-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/1146569493725353117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2532991874011122499&amp;postID=1146569493725353117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2532991874011122499/posts/default/1146569493725353117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2532991874011122499/posts/default/1146569493725353117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salaf-stories.blogspot.com/2011/12/imam-malik-my-mother-would-dress-me-up.html' title='Imam Malik: &quot;My mother would dress me up in the clothes of the scholars whilst I still was a young boy..&quot;'/><author><name>salaf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751293969862581404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2532991874011122499.post-6849778788315807737</id><published>2011-12-29T21:21:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-12-29T21:21:16.036Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='syria'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='justice; today'/><title type='text'>[VID] Tens of THOUSANDS give a Pledge to Allah for DEATH in Syria!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://0.gvt0.com/vi/zkg2RAwwe5Q/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zkg2RAwwe5Q&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zkg2RAwwe5Q&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtu.be/zkg2RAwwe5Q"&gt;http://youtu.be/zkg2RAwwe5Q&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy who pulls out the paper every now and then is saying 'we dont need your food' etc. to the puppet governments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Messenger of Allah, Muhammad (peace be upon him) said (meaning);&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: green;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;“When the people of Sham (Syria, Jordan,  Palestine) become corrupt then there will be no good in you.&lt;/b&gt;  And there  will not cease to be a group from my Ummah being helped;  those that  oppose them will not harm them, until the hour is  established.”&lt;/span&gt; [Saheeh: Related by at-Tirmidhi (2/30) who said: “The hadeeth is Hasan Saheeh.”]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it looks like the people of Syria are now becoming good.. maybe that's a sign the Muslim Ummah will rise once again?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2532991874011122499-6849778788315807737?l=salaf-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salaf-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/6849778788315807737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2532991874011122499&amp;postID=6849778788315807737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2532991874011122499/posts/default/6849778788315807737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2532991874011122499/posts/default/6849778788315807737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salaf-stories.blogspot.com/2011/12/vid-tens-of-thousands-give-pledge-to.html' title='[VID] Tens of THOUSANDS give a Pledge to Allah for DEATH in Syria!'/><author><name>salaf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751293969862581404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2532991874011122499.post-3777434616301483624</id><published>2011-12-29T11:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-12-29T11:36:54.879Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hadith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ikrimah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ibn abbas'/><title type='text'>“I set out on a journey to the Messenger of Allaah (saws), but his life was taken away while I was in Jufah."</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Some stories of the Salaf who journeyed to seek knowledge but the Shaykh died before they got there.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the excellent book &lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;“Ar-Rihlah fee talabil Hadeeth. [the Travels of the Students of Hadeeth]&lt;/span&gt;” of Khateeb al-Baghdaadee. Dar-ul-Kutub al-Ilmiyyah.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;1)      Abdur Rahmaan bin Usaylah as-Sunaabihee (1) who said, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;“I set out on  a journey to the Messenger of Allaah (sallAllaahu alaihi wasallam) but  his life was taken away while I was in Juhfah.”  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;  2)      Zayd bin Wahab who said, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;“I set out on a journey to (meet) the  Messenger of Allaah (sallallaahualaihi wasallam) but his life was taken  away while I was on the way.”  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt; &lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;3)      Al-Awzaa’ee (2) said, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;“I departed to (meet) al-Hassan and Ibn Sireen,  and I found that al-Hassan had passed away, and I found that Muhammad  ibn Sireen was ill, so we entered upon him and he lived for a few more  days and then passed away.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;4)     From  Abbaas bin Yazeed who said, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;“Yazeed bin Zur’ay’ died in the year 82 A.H.  So I and my father departed for Koofah intending to meet Abu Ishaaq  al-Hamdaanee, but (when we got there) we came across his funeral.”  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #4c1130; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;5)      Ali bin Aasim said, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;“I and Hushaym departed from Waasit heading  towards Koofah, so that we could meet Mansoor. So when I left from  Waasit and travelled some miles, I met Abu Muaawiyah or somebody else,  and I said to him, &lt;b&gt;“Where are you going?” &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #b45f06; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;He said,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; “I am trying to pay off a debt which is upon me.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;So I said, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;“Come back with me because I have four thousand dirhams, and I’ll give you two thousand.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;So  I went back and gave him two thousand (dirhams) and set off again.  Hushaym had reached Koofah at noon and I reached Koofah at night. So  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Hushaym had gone to Mansoor and heard forty ahaadeeth from him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;As for  me, I went to the bathhouse and when I woke up I came to the door of  Mansoor, where I found a funeral taking place. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #b45f06; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;So I said, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: #b45f06; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;“What is this?” &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;They said, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;“It is the funeral of Mansoor.” &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;So I sat down, crying, and then an old man said to me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;“O young man, why are you crying?” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;So I said, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;“I came here to hear (hadeeth) from this Shaykh but he died.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;He  said, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;“Shall I guide you to someone who witnessed his mothers’  marriage?” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;(an arabic expression for someone who knows better.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I said, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;“Yes!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;He said, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;“Write: Ikrimah narrated to me, from Ibn Abbaas…”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;So I wrote from him for a month, then I said to him, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;“Who are you, may Allaah have mercy upon you?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;He said, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;“You have been writing from me for one month and you don’t know me? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br style="color: #990000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I  am Husayn bin Abdur-Rahmaan&lt;/b&gt;, and there were only seven or nine dirhams  between me and meeting Ibn Abbaas. So Ikrimah used to hear from him and  then come to me and narrate to me.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; (3)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Footnotes&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1) al-Awzaa’ee, the Imaam, Abdur-Rahmaan bin Amr bin Muhammad, al-Haafidh, born in the year 88AH. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(2)  Abdur Rahmaan bin Usaylah as-Sunaabihee: From the kibaar of the  Taabi’een, he missed the Prophet (sallallaahualaihi wasallam) by about 5  days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(3) - &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Husayn bin Abdur-Rahmaan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; used to be a slave and  tried to earn enough money to free himself from slavery so that he could  be free to seek knowledge. But &lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;it was not possible for him to meet Ibn  Abbaas because he was busy with that goal, and then when only a few  dirhams remained, Ibn Abbaas (may Allaah be pleased with him) passed  away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2532991874011122499-3777434616301483624?l=salaf-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salaf-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/3777434616301483624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2532991874011122499&amp;postID=3777434616301483624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2532991874011122499/posts/default/3777434616301483624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2532991874011122499/posts/default/3777434616301483624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salaf-stories.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-set-out-on-journey-to-messenger-of.html' title='“I set out on a journey to the Messenger of Allaah (saws), but his life was taken away while I was in Jufah.&quot;'/><author><name>salaf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751293969862581404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2532991874011122499.post-3793758692792236165</id><published>2011-12-29T11:29:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-12-29T11:29:37.116Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prophet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sword'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ali'/><title type='text'>"I held onto the weapon of Messenger of Allaah.."</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;On the authority of ‘Alee who said: when I held onto the weapon of  Messenger of Allaah – sallAllaahu alayhi wa sallam –&amp;nbsp;I found a slip of  paper in the sheath of the sword (scabbard) of Allaah’s Messenger which  had on it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: olive;"&gt;‘&lt;i&gt;Keep good relations with the one who breaks away from you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: olive;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Be good to the one who is bad to you and say the truth even if it is against yourself.’&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Silsilah Ahadeeth As-Saheehah – No. 1911&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bintabeemuusa.wordpress.com/2011/06/23/be-good/"&gt;http://bintabeemuusa.wordpress.com/2011/06/23/be-good/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2532991874011122499-3793758692792236165?l=salaf-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salaf-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/3793758692792236165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2532991874011122499&amp;postID=3793758692792236165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2532991874011122499/posts/default/3793758692792236165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2532991874011122499/posts/default/3793758692792236165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salaf-stories.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-held-onto-weapon-of-messenger-of.html' title='&quot;I held onto the weapon of Messenger of Allaah..&quot;'/><author><name>salaf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751293969862581404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2532991874011122499.post-780130120983243031</id><published>2011-12-28T17:58:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-12-28T17:58:12.219Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jannah/paradise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='charity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hell'/><title type='text'>Two Companions, one in Paradise and the other in Hell.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #274e13; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span id="verse_3826_language_6_content"&gt;Indeed,  you  [disbelievers]  will  be  tasters  of  the  painful  punishment,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="verse_3827_language_6_content"&gt;And  you  will  not  be  recompensed  except  for  what  you  used  to  do  - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="verse_3828_language_6_content"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But  not  the  chosen  servants  of Allah. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="verse_3829_language_6_content" style="color: #274e13;"&gt;Those  will  have  a  provision  determined - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="verse_3830_language_6_content" style="color: #274e13;"&gt;Fruits;  and  they  will  be  honored. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="verse_3831_language_6_content" style="color: #274e13;"&gt;In  gardens  of  pleasure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="verse_3828_language_6_content" style="color: #274e13;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="verse_3832_language_6_content" style="color: #274e13;"&gt;On  thrones  facing  one  another. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="verse_3833_language_6_content" style="color: #274e13;"&gt;There  will  be  circulated  among  them  a  cup  [of  wine]  from  a  flowing  spring,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="verse_3834_language_6_content" style="color: #274e13;"&gt; White  and  delicious  to  the  drinkers; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="verse_3835_language_6_content" style="color: #274e13;"&gt;No  bad  effect  is  there  in  it,  nor  from  it  will  they  be  intoxicated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="verse_3836_language_6_content" style="color: #274e13;"&gt;And  with  them  will  be  women  limiting  [their]  glances,  with  large,  [beautiful]  eyes, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="verse_3837_language_6_content" style="color: #274e13;"&gt;As  if  they  were  [delicate]  eggs,  well-protected.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span id="verse_3838_language_6_content"&gt;And  they  will  approach  one  another,  inquiring  of  each  other. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="verse_3839_language_6_content"&gt;A  speaker  among  them  will  say,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span id="verse_3839_language_6_content"&gt; &lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt; "Indeed,  I  had  a  companion  [on  earth]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="verse_3840_language_6_content" style="color: #660000;"&gt;Who  would  say,  'Are  you  indeed  of  those  who  believe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="verse_3841_language_6_content" style="color: #660000;"&gt;That  when  we  have  died  and  become  dust  and  bones,  we  will  indeed  be  recompensed?'"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="verse_3842_language_6_content"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He  will  say,  "Would  you  [care  to]  look?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="verse_3843_language_6_content"&gt;And  he  will  look  and  see  him  in  the  midst  of  the  Hellfire. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="verse_3844_language_6_content"&gt;He  will  say,  "By Allah ,  you  almost  ruined  me.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="verse_3845_language_6_content"&gt;If  not  for  the  favor  of  my  Lord,  I  would  have  been  of  those  brought  in  [to  Hell].&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="verse_3827_language_6_content"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (Quran &lt;a href="http://quran.com/37/38-57"&gt;Saffat 37: 38-57&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Abu Ja`far bin Jarir recorded that Furat bin Tha`labah Al-Bahrani said concerning the Ayah,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="rtl" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="AyahArabic" style="font-size: large;"&gt;﴿إِنِّى كَانَ لِى قَرِينٌ﴾&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;(Verily, I had a companion) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"There were two men who were [business] partners and  had collected eight thousand Dinars.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of them had a craft [skill] and the  other did not. The one who had a craft said to the other, `You do not  have a craft, so I think I will divide the money with you and leave  you.' So he left him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Then the man bought a house&lt;/b&gt;, belonging to a king  who had died, for the price of one thousand Dinars. He called his  companion and showed him the house, saying, `What do you think of this  house I bought it for one thousand Dinars.' He said, `How beautiful it  is.' When he went out he said, &lt;i style="color: #351c75;"&gt;`O Allah, this companion of mine has  bought this house for one thousand Dinars; I ask You for one of the  houses of Paradise -- and he gave one thousand Dinars in charity.' &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then  as much time passed as Allah willed should pass. &lt;b&gt;The first man married a  woman with a dowry of one thousand Dinars&lt;/b&gt;, and invited his companion  and made food for him. When he came, he said, `I have married this woman  with a dowry of one thousand Dinars.' He replied; `How beautiful this  is.' And when he left, he said, &lt;i style="color: #20124d;"&gt;`O Lord, my companion has married a  woman with a dowry of one thousand Dinars; I ask you for a wife from  among Al-Hur Al-`Iyn'&lt;/i&gt; -- and he gave one thousand Dinars in charity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then as much time passed as Allah willed should pass. &lt;b&gt;Then the first man  bought two gardens for two thousand Dinars&lt;/b&gt;, then he called his  companion and showed them to him. He said, `I have bought these two  gardens for two thousand Dinars.' He replied, `How beautiful this is.'  When he came out, he said, &lt;i style="color: #20124d;"&gt;`O Lord, my companion has bought two gardens  for two thousand Dinars; I ask you for two gardens in Paradise'&lt;/i&gt; -- and  he gave two thousand Dinars in charity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the angel came to them and  took their souls in death.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;He took the one who had given his money in  charity and put him in a house that he liked. There, there was a woman  who was so beautiful that the ground shined under her, then he (the  angel) took him to two gardens and gave him other things which are known  only to Allah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man said, `This is like a man who has such and  such.' The angel said, `That is exactly what it is; this house, these  gardens and this wife are all for you.' The man said, `I had a companion  who used to say: Are you among those who believe' It was said to him,  &lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;`He is in Hell.'&lt;/span&gt; He said, `Will you look down' So he looked down and saw  him in the midst of Hell.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this, he said:&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="rtl" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="AyahArabic" style="font-size: large;"&gt;﴿قَالَ تَاللَّهِ إِن كِدتَّ لَتُرْدِينِ - وَلَوْلاَ نِعْمَةُ رَبِّى لَكُنتُ مِنَ الْمُحْضَرِينَ ﴾&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(By Allah! You have nearly ruined me. Had it not been for the grace  of my Lord, I would certainly have been among those brought forth (to  Hell).)''&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2532991874011122499-780130120983243031?l=salaf-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salaf-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/780130120983243031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2532991874011122499&amp;postID=780130120983243031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2532991874011122499/posts/default/780130120983243031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2532991874011122499/posts/default/780130120983243031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salaf-stories.blogspot.com/2011/12/two-companions-one-in-paradise-and.html' title='Two Companions, one in Paradise and the other in Hell.'/><author><name>salaf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751293969862581404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2532991874011122499.post-918105353608888110</id><published>2011-12-19T22:15:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-12-19T22:15:48.756Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><title type='text'>Stories of Bad Death: “Say Laa ilaaha illallaah.” So he replied, “King! Rook! Checkmate!” and then he passed away."</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Taken from:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://giftsofknowledge.wordpress.com/2011/12/18/say-laa-ilaaha-illallaah-instead-he-said-king-rook-checkmate/" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"&gt;“Say, ‘Laa ilaaha illallaah!’” Instead he said, “King! Rook! Checkmate!” « Gifts of Knowledge&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Ibn al-Qayyim said, “So it may become impossible for him to pronounce the &lt;i&gt;shahaadah&lt;/i&gt;, as many people have witnessed happen to those on the deathbed, such that it was said to some of them:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;“Say &lt;i&gt;Laa ilaaha illallaah.&lt;/i&gt;” So he replied, “Aaah! Aaah! I cannot say it!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;And it was said to another, “Say &lt;i&gt;Laa ilaaha illallaah.&lt;/i&gt;” So he replied, “King!  Rook!  Checkmate!” and then he passed away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;And it was said to another, “Say &lt;i&gt;Laa ilaaha illallaah.&lt;/i&gt;” So he started singing irrationally, saying, ‘&lt;i&gt;Taatinaa tinintaa, &lt;/i&gt;[no meaning, just irrational singing]’ and then passed away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;And  the same was said to another, so he replied, “And how will what  you  are saying help me when I left no sin except that I committed it?”  and  then he passed away without saying it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;And  the same was said to another, so he replied, “And how will that   benefit me? And I don’t know if I have ever prayed a single time to   Allaah?” and then he passed away without saying it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;And  the same was said to another, so he replied [talking about  himself],  “He is a disbeliever in what you say,” and then he passed  away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;And the same was said to another, so he replied, “Every time I want to say it my tongue withholds.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;And someone who was present at the death of someone who would beg told me that [they told him to say the &lt;i&gt;shahaadah&lt;/i&gt;] so he started saying, “For Allaah’s Sake. A penny for Allaah’s Sake,” until he passed away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;And a trader told me that he was present when one of his relatives was on his deathbed, so they told him to say &lt;i&gt;Laa ilaaha illallaah&lt;/i&gt; and he was saying, “This piece is cheap. This is a good buy. This is such and such,” until he passed away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;So  if the devil has gained mastery over the servant in the state when  his  mind is present and his strength [is also present] and he has  complete  cognizance, and has employed him in committing whichever acts  of  disobedience to Allaah he wants him to do, and has made him unmindful   of the remembrance of Allaah the Most High, and has paralysed his   tongue from remembering Him and his limbs from obeying Him–then what   does one think will be the case when his strength breaks down and his   heart and soul become preoccupied with the death pangs that he is in?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;And  [all the while] Shaitaan will have gathered all of his strength  and  determination and assembled everything that he is capable of to  avail  his opportunity concerning him–for that is the last action.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;So  the strongest his Shaitaan will be against him will be at that  time,  and the weakest he [i.e., the person] will be will be at that  time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;So who do you think will be safe from that? So it is there that, &lt;b&gt;“Allaah keeps firm those who believe, with the firm word [i.e., 'the firm word' is &lt;i&gt;Laa ilaaha illallaah&lt;/i&gt;], in the worldly life and in the Hereafter. And Allaah sends astray the wrongdoers. And Allaah does what He wills.” &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Ibraaheem 14:27 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;So  how can someone whose heart Allaah has made heedless from His   remembrance and who has followed his desires and whose affair is ever   [in] neglect be granted the success to have a good ending?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Thus  far away–the one whose heart is distant from Allaah the Most  High,  heedless of Him, worshipping his own desires, a slave to his  lusts, his  tongue dry from ever remembering Allaah [i.e., not moist with  His  remembrance], his limbs incapacitated from obeying Him actively  working  to disobey Him–far away [is such a person] from being granted  the  success to have a good ending.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ad-Daa wad-Dawaa&lt;/i&gt;, pp. 91-92, slightly edited.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2532991874011122499-918105353608888110?l=salaf-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salaf-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/918105353608888110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2532991874011122499&amp;postID=918105353608888110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2532991874011122499/posts/default/918105353608888110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2532991874011122499/posts/default/918105353608888110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salaf-stories.blogspot.com/2011/12/stories-of-bad-death-say-laa-ilaaha.html' title='Stories of Bad Death: “Say Laa ilaaha illallaah.” So he replied, “King! Rook! Checkmate!” and then he passed away.&quot;'/><author><name>salaf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751293969862581404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2532991874011122499.post-3383081732140657153</id><published>2011-12-19T22:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-12-19T22:13:23.324Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='du&apos;a'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ahmad ibn hanbal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='miracles'/><title type='text'>“I never made du’a to Allah for anything except that He gave it to me … except for one thing.”</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Imam ibnul Jawzi (rahimahullah) wrote a book about the virtues of Imam  Ahmad&lt;/u&gt; (rahimahullah) in which he details a beautiful story that teaches  us the importance of regular adhkaar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imam Ahmad was the most famous man in the Muslim world both before and  after the fitanh during his lifetime. Imam ad-Dhahabi even said that he  had the largest Janazah that took place in that era. In just one day,  1.3 million people came to pray Janazah on him. SubhanAllah. Just  imagine how popular and beloved he was, rahimahullahu ta’ala. He would  cover his face when travelling to seek knowledge so people wouldn’t  notice him. Look at the humility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, he was travelling to ash-Shaam and on the way, he stops by a  Masjid to spend the night. The guard of the Masjid tells him,”You need  to get out, the Masjid is closing”. “I have no where to go,” said Imam  Ahmad. “Ukhruj.. get out,” said the guard.Now, he could have said, “Oh,  by the way, I’m Imam Ahmad,” but he didn’t. Instead, he, rahimahullah,  took his belongings and went to sleep on the steps of the Masjid. The  guard came outside and told him to get off the steps and go somewhere  else. Imam Ahmad didn’t know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This guard then picks up Imam Ahmad by his legs and drags him to the middle of the street and drops him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now Imam Ahmad is like.. “uhh.. Okay..”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A baker who owned a bakery across the street saw Imam Ahmad and said,  “You can stay in my bakery tonight. I’ll be doing some work .. you can  come sleep here”. So he opens the way for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imam Ahmad (rahimahullah) observes this man. He’s putting the dough  together, putting it in the oven, and through every step of the process  .. kneading, forming, baking, etc., the man is saying:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SubhanAllah, Alhumdulillah, La ilaha il Allah, Allahu Akbar …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SubhanAllah, Alhumdulillah, La ilaha il Allah, Allahu Akbar …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SubhanAllah, Alhumdulillah, La ilaha il Allah, Allahu Akbar …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The entire night, he is making tasbeeh of Allah subhanahu wata’ala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imam Ahmad is shocked. Think about it, how quickly people get tired of  tasbeeh, yet this man is constantly doing dhikr at his workplace! This  isn’t even Tahajjud or I’tikaaf or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imam Ahmad then asks him, “How long have you been in this situation?” He  says, “Which situation?” “Making tasbeeh of Allah,” he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“My whole life,” said the baker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imam Ahmad asks him a second question. “What have you seen from Allah as a result of all this tasbeeh that you make?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maa da’utullaha li shay, illa a’taani iyyaa … “I never made du’a to Allah for anything except that He answered it.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imam Ahmad sais, “SubhanAllah! You never made du’a to Allah for anything except that he gave it to you?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he repeated.. “I never made du’a to Allah for anything except that He gave it to me … except for one thing.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imam Ahmad (rahimahullah) said, “And what is that?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said, ”an aral Imam Ahmad” &lt;img alt="" border="0" class="inlineimg" src="http://forums.islamicawakening.com/images/smilies/o_smile.png" title="Smile" /&gt; … “To have a chance to see Imam Ahmad”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imam Ahmad (rahimahullah) is brought to tears. He embraces this man and says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“SubhanAllah. Qad jaa aka bi Ahmad. Yajurruhu bi rijlihi ila  makhbazikh…” …“Here is Allah! He brought you Ahmad, dragging him by his  feet to your bakery” ..”if it wasn’t for you, I could have slept in  peace at the Masjid”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SubhanAllah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.:TASBEEH:.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;اذْكُر رَّبَّكَ فِي نَفْسِكَ تَضَرُّعاً وَخِيفَةً وَدُونَ الْجَهْرِ مِنَ  الْقَوْلِ بِالْغُدُوِّ وَالآصَالِ وَلاَ تَكُن مِّنَ الْغَافِلِينَ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And remember your Lord within yourself in humility and in fear without  being apparent in speech – in the mornings and the evenings. And do not  be among the heedless. [7:205]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Fi Amanillah-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source: I heard this story in great lecture (live) by Sh. Omar Suleiman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://cucumberr.wordpress.com/2011/12/18/tasbeeh/" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"&gt;Tasbeeh « Sami'na Wa Ata'na&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2532991874011122499-3383081732140657153?l=salaf-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salaf-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/3383081732140657153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2532991874011122499&amp;postID=3383081732140657153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2532991874011122499/posts/default/3383081732140657153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2532991874011122499/posts/default/3383081732140657153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salaf-stories.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-never-made-dua-to-allah-for-anything.html' title='“I never made du’a to Allah for anything except that He gave it to me … except for one thing.”'/><author><name>salaf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751293969862581404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2532991874011122499.post-8133756115551752149</id><published>2011-12-17T17:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-12-17T17:52:25.419Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='miracles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poor'/><title type='text'>"The self service machine just produced a RECEIPT..."</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;This may sound like a stupid incident to relate, and i don't expect many  people to read it, but for someone who is from a poor background and is  constantly in financial harship, this has opened my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Today, as usual I was getting home from work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; And as usual, I always  walk the long distance from work to my house. when i was walking home, i  realised there was no food at home, so i went to tesco and headed  straight for the reduced product section. unlike other evenings, tonight  there weren't any reduced items. i was annoyed with myself for walking  all the way to tesco in the cold and not finding any priced off food. so  walked out feeling humiliated with myself, thinking you can't even buy  normal food, you have to go for the reduced items every single time. as i  got closer to the store exit, and this security guy must be sick of me  because i'm there every night trying to get priced off food, so he  looked at me, and this is when i thought enough is enough. i turned  round and went for the fruit section i got some fruit, and some bread  and some salad and headed for the self service till. i knew i only had  enough money for the rent, and i never touch my rent money. but i felt  angry, and so i got my bank card out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN, AND I SWEAR BY THE 99 NAMES  THAT ALLAH MADE KNOWN TO US, AND THE NAMES HE TAUGHT HIS OTHER CREATION,  AND THE NAMES HE HAS CONCEALED TO HIMSELF, that the self service  machine just produced a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;RECEIPT&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;. strange, i looked at it, and it  was like a NORMAL RECEIPT, showing the items bought, and how much the  person paid, and how much they got back. i was like huh? It was like a  normal receipt that people get after they paid for their products. ONLY I  HADN'T PAID A SINGLE PENNY. contemplating walking out with the food, i  feared Allah, and showed the staff member nearby, i said to him " exuse  me, I didn't pay for this". He looked at it for 1 minute and then said  to me "i'll sort it out for you, 1 moment". I told him i didn't want to  wait, and that i would just pay it at the normal till instead. he said,  wait i'll just check something. then he got a senior staff member, and  they looked at it both, and then they mumbled something, and then last  thing i heared was "shall we just leave it and give it to her, and woman  replied yes, just leave it, take it". I said thank you and left.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ummah.com/forum/showthread.php?283265-it-is-true-that-Allah-is-merciful"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;http://www.ummah.com/forum/showthread.php?283265-it-is-true-that-Allah-is-merciful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2532991874011122499-8133756115551752149?l=salaf-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salaf-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/8133756115551752149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2532991874011122499&amp;postID=8133756115551752149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2532991874011122499/posts/default/8133756115551752149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2532991874011122499/posts/default/8133756115551752149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salaf-stories.blogspot.com/2011/12/self-service-machine-just-produced.html' title='&quot;The self service machine just produced a RECEIPT...&quot;'/><author><name>salaf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751293969862581404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2532991874011122499.post-2255564370542318989</id><published>2011-12-15T16:44:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-12-15T16:44:05.755Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shahadah'/><title type='text'>FUNNY: "What! Why did you do that!?"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;This is a true story that happened in Egypt (related by Shaykh Wahid ‘Abd al-Salam Bali in his &lt;a href="http://ar.islamway.com/lesson/40667"&gt;lecture&lt;/a&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: #073763; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; A young man flagged down a taxi in order to take his ill mother to  the hospital. They both got in and the driver made his way to the  hospital. However, on the way, the son asked for the taxi to be stopped  so that he could get out and quickly get some medication for his mother.  As he was away, the mother’s health suddenly plummeted and  subhan’Allah, the driver noticed the signs of death on her. He  immediately went to her side and guided her through the Shahadah  (testimony of faith), in accordance to the hadith: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Whoever’s last words are la ilaha illa’Allah (there is no God but Allah), will enter Paradise.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  [Abu Dawud]. The mother looked at the driver acknowledging it, and  finally she uttered the words of faith before breathing her very last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;When the son returned, the driver informed him of the news. The son  went into a natural hysteria whereupon the driver consoled him saying, “&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="color: #073763; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Don’t worry, I helped her utter the Shahadah and she said it in a clear voice.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; The son then exclaimed, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="color: #073763; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;“What! Why did you do that? Don’t you know we are Christians?!” &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Subhan’Allah, the wonders of the Qadr (Decree) of Allah. You just  don’t know where it will take you and what your last words/deeds will  be. This was a Coptic Christian mother in the throes of death and Allah  saved her just in time. May Allah grant us all a good end, ameen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://fajr.wordpress.com/2011/12/14/wonders-of-qadr/"&gt;http://fajr.wordpress.com/2011/12/14/wonders-of-qadr/&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2532991874011122499-2255564370542318989?l=salaf-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salaf-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/2255564370542318989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2532991874011122499&amp;postID=2255564370542318989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2532991874011122499/posts/default/2255564370542318989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2532991874011122499/posts/default/2255564370542318989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salaf-stories.blogspot.com/2011/12/funny-what-why-did-you-do-that.html' title='FUNNY: &quot;What! Why did you do that!?&quot;'/><author><name>salaf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751293969862581404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2532991874011122499.post-8662881795148779385</id><published>2011-12-07T18:49:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-12-07T18:51:25.181Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ashoora'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><title type='text'>FUNNY: A friend of Imam Ahmad said: "I used to crumble bread for ants everyday.."</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="post_message_88577"&gt;I found this on &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/pages/Muhammad-Salih-al-Munajjid-%D9%85%D8%AD%D9%85%D8%AF-%D8%B5%D8%A7%D9%84%D8%AD-%D8%A7%D9%84%D9%85%D9%86%D8%AC%D8%AF/312225130368"&gt;Shaikh Munajjid's Facebook&lt;/a&gt; page:&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Al-Fat'h Ibn Shakhrf the ascetic worshiper, friend of Al-Imam Ahmed said:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to crumble bread for ants everyday,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt; but when the day of ashoora [10th of Muharram] came, they did not eat it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;من الطرائف ما صح عن الفتح بن شخرف الزاهد العابد صاحب الإمام أحمد قال: كنت أفتّ للنمل الخبز كل يوم &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;فلما كان يوم عاشوراء لم يأكلوه&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ahlalhdeeth.com/vbe/showthread.php?t=14239"&gt;http://ahlalhdeeth.com/vbe/showthread.php?t=14239&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone commented (as a funny reply):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;They were probably keeping the fast of Ashura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2532991874011122499-8662881795148779385?l=salaf-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salaf-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/8662881795148779385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2532991874011122499&amp;postID=8662881795148779385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2532991874011122499/posts/default/8662881795148779385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2532991874011122499/posts/default/8662881795148779385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salaf-stories.blogspot.com/2011/12/friend-of-imam-ahmad-said-i-used-to.html' title='FUNNY: A friend of Imam Ahmad said: &quot;I used to crumble bread for ants everyday..&quot;'/><author><name>salaf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751293969862581404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2532991874011122499.post-5815194379839000671</id><published>2011-11-27T15:44:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-11-27T15:44:47.771Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jinn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exorcism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='magic'/><title type='text'>Challenging the JINN</title><content type='html'>&lt;h1 class="post-title" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jinndemons.com/challenging-the-jinn/" rel="bookmark" title="Story: Challenging the JinnPermanent Link to "&gt;Story: Challenging the Jinn     &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;It was the summer of 1996 and I was on  holiday in Azad Kashmir, one night I was traveling on a motorcycle with a  friend and he said to me “jagga (Name of the person telling his &lt;a href="http://www.jinndemons.com/tag/story/" title="story"&gt;story&lt;/a&gt;) be quiet this place is inhabited by jinns”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was young and naive and did not believe in jinn, sensing the fear of  my friend I decided to wind him up I shouted “oh jinn come out and mess  with me, let’s see how tough you really are” my friend got more scared  and told me to shut up which made me laugh and I continued to challenge  the jinn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Little did I know that they would accept my foolhardy challenge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Two days passed and I was out in the  valleys of Kashmir with a cousin and it was late at night, we were  walking back to the small village where I was staying at my aunt’s &lt;a href="http://www.jinndemons.com/tag/house/" title="house"&gt;house&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were walking on a cobbled path with a cliff face to my left and  fields to my right as we approached the village my cousin said he had  left his walking stick in the valley where we had sat chatting he told  me to &lt;span id="more-947"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;wait for him on the path while he went back to retrieve his stick, it was a long staff with metal caps on the end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;So off he went to get the stick while I  waited for him on the path, after a few minutes I heard a weird noise  come from above and to my left and at the same time the noise of the  insects which you can hear clearly at night went totally silent. I  thought what was that noise I knew it came from the top of the cliff to  my left which was about 20 or 30 foot high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could not see the top of the cliff being on the path right under it so  I walked out about twenty paces into the field on my right and turned  around to see what was on top of the cliff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;It was a moonlit night and on top of the  cliff I saw a black Smokey shadow about 6 foot tall and the hairs on  the back of my neck stood up, as I watched this shadowy black creature  it started to get taller and wider and I was frozen to the spot in  amazement (I was not scared at that point).it grew and grew till it was  at least 200 feet tall and 200 feet wide and it blocked out most of the  sky behind it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then slowly it started to descend slowly down towards me as it got closer it blocked out everything in my vision it was so huge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;It came right up to my face it was close  enough to reach out and touch and then suddenly it disappeared and at  the same time it felt as though my chest was crushed in a vice or a huge  hand could not breath no air would go past my throat because my chest  was being crushed tried to fight it off, I rolled around on the floor  fighting to get this thing off me flailing my arms around but because I  could not breath I very quickly had no energy left.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;So I ended up kneeling on the floor with  one knee and one hand on my chest and I’m saying to myself jagga breath  but no air would go past my throat something was crushing my chest, my  entire body was covered in sweat and my clothes were damp. That’s when I  heard a tick noise from behind me and whatever was crushing my chest  released its grip and I gasped for air. I turned around and saw my  cousin approaching the tick noise was the metal cap of his staff hitting  the cobbled path.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;I stood up and as he approached me I  managed to control my heavy breathing a part of me wanted to tell him  what had just happened to me but then I thought he would think I got  scared for no reason and make fun of me so I decided to keep quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked back to the village I was silent thinking about what had just  happened to me ,when we got to the village which had small alleyways we  said goodbye to each other and he went on his alley and I proceeded up  another alley to go to my aunt’s house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;I did not get very far there it was  again waiting for me about 30 or 40 feet away on the path I had to go to  my aunt’s house this time it was about 6 foot tall and the same black  swirly Smokey shadow .I stopped and it flew towards me fast like it was  carried by the wind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It hit my chest and disappeared and at the same instant my chest was  crushed and I could not get any air past my throat. I tried to run to my  aunt’s house but after taking about ten or 15 paces I was completely  exhausted already tired by round 1 with this creature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t have the energy to take another step and rested my back against  a wall all the time I’m trying to breath but my chest is crushed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;My legs gave away and I slid down the wall into a sitting position with my hands on my knees and my vision started to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was like turning the brightness down on an old TV the edges of my  vision went black and the picture got smaller and smaller and then the  small white dot in the middle went black. So there I am sitting there  with my eyes open but no vision suddenly my whole life went past me from  childhood to that day it was like flicking the pages of a book with an  image on each page. That’s when I thought I’m about to die. That’s when I  recited the kalimah “Laa ilaaha illallaahu Muhammadur rasoolullaah ”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praise be to &lt;a href="http://www.jinndemons.com/tag/allah/" title="Allah"&gt;Allah&lt;/a&gt;  (swt) as soon as I read the kalimah I was released from the grip on my  chest and I gasped for air, after several minutes my vision returned and  I staggered to my aunt’s house holding the walls for support and  collapsed on my bed which was outside due to it being so hot in the  summer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;I awoke the following morning and a  doctor was examining me he said I had some type of indigestion(lol) and I  had a deep fear inside me that if I told anyone I would not survive my  chest hurt a lot and I did not tell anyone about what happened. When I  got back to the UK I started to catch glimpses of the same creature  following me but as soon as I looked it would disappear. At first I  tried to ignore it but this kept on happening for about a year and I  thought am I going crazy I never used to see stuff like that before,  finally I decided to confide in my mother about what happened to me, she  was shocked to hear about it and said I was very lucky because other  people had been attacked by jinn in the same place and had either died  or gone mad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;This thing followed me for 3 years until I went to Pakistan and saw someone who gave me &lt;a href="http://www.jinndemons.com/tag/taweez/" title="taweez"&gt;taweez&lt;/a&gt;(amulet) and a bottle of &lt;a href="http://www.jinndemons.com/tag/water/" title="water"&gt;water&lt;/a&gt; which he had recited &lt;a href="http://www.jinndemons.com/tag/quran/" title="Quran"&gt;Quran&lt;/a&gt;  on, he told me to make ablution with the water when I got home to the  UK before I went to bed and that the jinn would appear in a &lt;a href="http://www.jinndemons.com/tag/dream/" title="dream"&gt;dream&lt;/a&gt; and I would be able to ask it &lt;a href="http://www.jinndemons.com/tag/questions/" title="questions"&gt;questions&lt;/a&gt;,  he said the jinn was female and was in love with me and that if I did  not get it treated that when I got married it would sit in the  nikkah(engagement) and I would never get rid of it and it would harm my  wife.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;After wearing the taweez I never saw it  again but I never got to try the water because when I got home a visitor  who was a little girl about 3 years old picked up the bottle and  emptied its contents over the carpet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Source: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jinndemons.com/challenging-the-jinn/"&gt;http://www.jinndemons.com/challenging-the-jinn/&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2532991874011122499-5815194379839000671?l=salaf-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salaf-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/5815194379839000671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2532991874011122499&amp;postID=5815194379839000671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2532991874011122499/posts/default/5815194379839000671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2532991874011122499/posts/default/5815194379839000671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salaf-stories.blogspot.com/2011/11/challenging-jinn.html' title='Challenging the JINN'/><author><name>salaf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751293969862581404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2532991874011122499.post-3188931999657276625</id><published>2011-11-27T15:34:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-11-27T15:35:44.940Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prophet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='war'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prison'/><title type='text'>Prophet (saws): "If the enemy raid you - then say 'Haa-Meem' - they will not be Victorious."- Saheeh - Tirmidhi 1682</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;The Prophet (sal Allahu alayhi wasalam) said; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt; و حديث آخر رواية الترمذي :&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;« &lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;إِنْ بَيَّتَكُمُ الْعَدُوُّ فَقُولُوا (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: #990000;"&gt;حم&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;) لاَ يُنْصَرُونَ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt; »&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If the enemy raid you - then say 'Haa-Meem' -  they will not be Victorious."&lt;/b&gt; (Haa-Meem Laa yuNSaroon)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;It's chain is Saheeh [authentic] - Tirmidhi. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;(Narrated by Ahmad  [4/65, 377],  at-Tirmidhi 1682, Abu Dawud 2597 and others. Authenticated  by al-Haakim 2/107, Ibn Kathir said in his Tafsir 4/69 - 'its chain is  Sahih/authentic.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2532991874011122499-3188931999657276625?l=salaf-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salaf-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/3188931999657276625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2532991874011122499&amp;postID=3188931999657276625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2532991874011122499/posts/default/3188931999657276625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2532991874011122499/posts/default/3188931999657276625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salaf-stories.blogspot.com/2011/11/prophet-saws-if-enemy-raid-you-then-say.html' title='Prophet (saws): &quot;If the enemy raid you - then say &apos;Haa-Meem&apos; - they will not be Victorious.&quot;- Saheeh - Tirmidhi 1682'/><author><name>salaf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751293969862581404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2532991874011122499.post-1652043401895995013</id><published>2011-11-18T14:10:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-11-18T14:11:16.147Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='islam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='miracles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='war'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mongols'/><title type='text'>"The dog did this because of what evil you said about Muhammad صلى الله عليه وآله‎ )</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;In the year 1258 (675 A.H.), there lived a tyrant Mongolian leader by  the name of Haloko, who invaded Baghdad and killed thousands of Ulama.  This paved the way for Christian missionaries to preach Christianity and  convert Muslims openly. Haloko himself was married to a Christian  woman. One day, a delegation of the most notable Christians headed for  Baghdad to attend a grand party to celebrate the conversion of a key  Mongolian leader to Christianity. The Mongolian leader had his favourite  hunting dog on a leash nearby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the Christians then began congratulating the Mongolian leader on  his wise decision and then proceeded to revile the blessed character of  our Beloved Rasool (Sallallahu Alaihi Wasallam). The dog started acting  violently and jumped on the Christian, scratching him badly. It took  several men to make the dog let go of the Christian. One of the  attendees turned to the Christian and said, “The dog did this because of  what you said about Muhammad (Sallallahu Alaihi Wasallam).” The  Christian brushed aside the man’s comment and arrogantly said, “No, that  was not the reason for the dog’s reaction. When I was speaking, I  pointed with my hand and the dog thought that I was going to hit him.”  The Christian appeared unmoved by the incident and continued to insult  the Holy Prophet (Sallallahu Alaihi Wasallam). At that time the dog, in  such a rage, cut itself loose, jumped on the Christian and sank its  molars in the man’s neck. It snatched his throat out and the man died  immediately. This incident caused 40 000 Mongolians to embrace Islam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;i&gt;Ad-Durar al-Kaaminah, Vol. 3&lt;/i&gt;]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2532991874011122499-1652043401895995013?l=salaf-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salaf-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/1652043401895995013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2532991874011122499&amp;postID=1652043401895995013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2532991874011122499/posts/default/1652043401895995013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2532991874011122499/posts/default/1652043401895995013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salaf-stories.blogspot.com/2011/11/dog-did-this-because-of-what-you-said.html' title='&quot;The dog did this because of what evil you said about Muhammad صلى الله عليه وآله‎ )'/><author><name>salaf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751293969862581404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2532991874011122499.post-5503394027857151084</id><published>2011-11-11T21:18:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-11-11T21:18:05.414Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='afghan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='justice; 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mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0cm; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif"; mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;}&lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;h2 style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="" name="_Toc306958423"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;2 Cases of Murder &amp;amp; Justice &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;in Afghanistan:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU" style="color: black; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;My Life with the Taliban&lt;/b&gt; - [by Mulla Zaeef] Page 76-78:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU" style="color: black; font-size: 9.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://kalamullah.com/Books/Life%20With%20The%20Taliban.pdf"&gt;http://kalamullah.com/Books/Life%20With%20The%20Taliban.pdf&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU" style="color: black; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mawlawi Pasanai Saheb was known for his impartial judgments and rulings. Whoever was brought before him, even if they were relatives or friends - would receive the same treatment and the same judgement. He followed God’s orders as specified in the Islamic shari’a law. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU" style="color: black; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;I remember many of the cases we dealt with, but two in particular stick out;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU" style="color: black; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU" style="color: black; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU" style="color: black; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU" style="color: black; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU" style="color: black; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Story #1&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU" style="color: black; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;There is a place near Pashmol called Shukur Hill where most sentences against murder cases were carried out. When a convict was led up the mountain to receive his punishment we would secure the area. Twan, also known as &lt;b style="color: #20124d;"&gt;Qurban, had slaughtered a man with a knife in cold blood in my childhood village of Charshakha. He was brought to Shukur Hill.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU" style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Many muslim fighters had gathered there, and the father of the victim and his family were waiting for him. When Twan was brought onto the empty square the people started to beg the father of the victim for forgiveness, as was the custom in these cases.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU" style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;The Ulema’ explained the virtue of forgiveness, other people offered money, and some commanders pledged weapons. One of the com- manders offered fifty Kalashnikovs and some money on behalf of the condemned man, but the father of the victim could not be convinced to forgive Twan. The on-duty personnel gave him a knife and Twan was brought to him with his hands and legs tied.&lt;b&gt; The father of the victim walked over to him slowly, rolling up his sleeves. He first knelt on the ground then uttered Allahu Akbar loudly and put the knife on Twan’s neck.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU" style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Taking back the knife and raising it in the air, he started to speak. “&lt;b&gt;Look! God has given me this power. No one can release you from me but God. You are the one who brutally killed my son without any lawful reason. Based on the shari’a, God has given me the right to take revenge for my dear son or to forgive you for sake of God. Forgiveness pleases God more than revenge. I forgive you&lt;/b&gt;, so that God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU" style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;will be pleased with me. Now it is he who shall take revenge when the final day comes”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU" style="color: black; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;He threw the knife away and at once people were crying out the takbir, others were firing guns and the people were rushing forward to kiss the hands and feet of the father. Someone untied the hands of Twan but he could not move or talk for a full five minutes.&lt;/span&gt; People&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU" style="color: black; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;congratulated him on this unexpected chance for a new life and told him that he should devote himself to Islam and the worship of God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU" style="color: black; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;“God has shown mercy. Regret your deeds and never even think of actions like these again”, he was told. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU" style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;I was convinced that the man would never commit another crime, but he soon killed again. I also heard that he himself was killed in a robbery a short while later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU" style="color: black; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;My Life with the Taliban [by Mulla Zaeef] - Page 75-76&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU" style="color: black; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU" style="color: black; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Story #2&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU" style="color: black; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Another case t&lt;/span&gt;hat Mawlawi Pasanai ruled on was that of the murder of an entire family and their guest. A man called Mohammad Nabi from Girdi Jangal camp had gone to the house of the baaja or husband of the sister of his former wife. He was warmly welcomed by his wife’s sister and her husband. Another guest arrived and dinner was served when night fell and it became dark outside. &lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;Mohammad Nabi and the other guest decided to stay overnight and settled in the guestroom to sleep, while his baaja and her family retired to their rooms. &lt;b&gt;When everyone was asleep, Mohammad Nabi, a trained butcher by profession, took a cleaver and beheaded the other guest in his room. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #660000;" /&gt;&lt;br style="color: #660000;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;Then &lt;b&gt;he proceeded through the house killing the entire family room by room; there were eleven victims in total: a woman, two men and eight children including a six-month old baby. Before he left the house, he chopped all the bodies into pieces&lt;/b&gt; and brought them down to the basement. &lt;/span&gt;He was arrested in Panjpayi Camp in Baluchistan by the Muslim fighters and brought to Kandahar, where he confessed to the crime but never explained why he did it. During the court sessions and while in prison Mohammad Nabi would often say that he should be killed, but&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt; never told us why he had butchered the family of his baaja. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;More than once he said he wanted to be killed. In his dreams he could see the small children, their limbs in his hands, blood everywhere. Every night they would come to him and ask him why he had so brutally killed them.&lt;/span&gt; “What did we do?” they would ask him. Mohammad Nabi could not sleep; &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;“my heart is heavy, please have mercy and kill me soon”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;, he often told the judge. He was condemned to death and the sentence was due to be carried out at the riverside between Kushkak and Nelgham. Relatives and friends of the family had come with their guests.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU" style="color: black; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;They had selected two men one from each family to avenge the deaths of their relatives. The two men were both brothers of a victim. When Mohammad Nabi was brought before them at the riverside no one asked for forgiveness. Neither the mullahs nor the people said a word, even though Mawlawi Pasanai Saheb had instructed the Ulema’ to ask for mercy and to pray for him. Not even the friends or family of Mohammad Nabi had come to collect his body. I went to Judge Maw-lawi Saheb. I asked for permission to have Mohammad Nabi perform two rak’at [2 units of prayer] and that he should be instructed to utter the kalima [testimony of Islamic belief]. With the permission of Mawlawi Saheb I went to Mohammad Nabi. &lt;b&gt;I told him&lt;/b&gt; that the relatives had arrived and that they would avenge what he had done. &lt;b&gt;Now would be the time for him to perform a last prayer towards the Ka’aba and proclaim the creed of faith. &lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;But Mohammad Nabi looked straight at me and said, “Just kill me now. I can still see those limbless children in my hands. I can’t pray or pro- claim the creed of faith”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU" style="color: black; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I was surprised and astonished by his words. I begged him to reconsider.&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt; I tried to change his mind for a long time but all he would say is, “Just kill me”&lt;/span&gt;. Finally Mawlawi Saheb told me to leave him alone. I was pleading with him until the very last moment when he was shot by the heirs of his victims. &lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;He died without praying or uttering the kalima&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/b&gt; The victims’ families became ecstatic after he was shot; people screamed and threw their turbans in the air. For me, Mohammad Nabi was proof that a cruel man will die without even being able to pray or proclaim his faith. If a man is not guidedby God himself, no experience or amount of suffering will show him the right path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU" style="color: black; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU" style="color: black; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU" style="color: black; font-size: 9.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://kalamullah.com/Books/Life%20With%20The%20Taliban.pdf"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU" style="color: black; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2532991874011122499-5503394027857151084?l=salaf-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salaf-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/5503394027857151084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2532991874011122499&amp;postID=5503394027857151084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2532991874011122499/posts/default/5503394027857151084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2532991874011122499/posts/default/5503394027857151084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salaf-stories.blogspot.com/2011/11/2-cases-of-murder-justice-in.html' title='2 Cases of Murder &amp; Justice in Afghanistan.'/><author><name>salaf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751293969862581404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2532991874011122499.post-7576025137565260420</id><published>2011-11-11T18:01:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-11-11T18:01:48.772Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='taqwa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&apos;umar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mother'/><title type='text'>"He brought out his arm and the hand was cut off.."</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Some fighters came from Syria, heading for Yemen, and ‘Umar had  dishes of food that he would set out after Fajr. One of those men came  and sat down, and started to eat, using his left. ‘Umar – who used to  watch the people whilest they were eating – said to him: “Eat with your  right hand,” but he did not respond ‘Umar repeated it, and he said, “O’  Ameer al-Mu’mineen, it is busy.” When he had finished eating, ‘Umar  called him and said, “What kept your right hand busy?” He brought out  his arm and the hand was cut off. ‘Umar said, “What is this?” He said,  “I lost my hand on the day of al-Yarmook.” He said, “Who does wudoo’ for  you?” He said, “I do wudoo’ with my left hand, and Allah helps me.” He  said, “Where are you going?” He said, “Yemen, to my mother whom I have  not seen for many years.” He said, “And you honour your mother too.” And  he ordered that he be given a servant and five camels from the camels  given in charity, and he loaded them up for him.”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Umar ibn Al-Khattab his life and times by Dr. ‘Ali Muhammad as-Sallabi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2532991874011122499-7576025137565260420?l=salaf-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salaf-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/7576025137565260420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2532991874011122499&amp;postID=7576025137565260420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2532991874011122499/posts/default/7576025137565260420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2532991874011122499/posts/default/7576025137565260420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salaf-stories.blogspot.com/2011/11/he-brought-out-his-arm-and-hand-was-cut.html' title='&quot;He brought out his arm and the hand was cut off..&quot;'/><author><name>salaf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751293969862581404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2532991874011122499.post-5810965618490432995</id><published>2011-11-09T18:20:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-11-09T18:20:31.209Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awliya'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='du&apos;a'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='miracles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prayer'/><title type='text'>“May Allāh not prevent you from Ḥajj every year.”</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;By Shaykh Ṣāliḥ al-Maghāmasī&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Watch Arabic video here:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WAbOQ3plN2I"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WAbOQ3plN2I&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I know of a man from Egypt who performed Ḥajj 32 years ago in his  youth. He, at the time, was riding in a nine-passenger vehicle. In the  front seats were a husband and wife. Behind them was a woman very old in  age who, due to the congestion inside, was in an uncomfortable  position, and her age and body’s condition didn’t help the situation any  better. So, the man who I know tried to convince the man in the front  to switch seats with the old woman so that she could up front. He  refused, but this man kept on pushing him to do it until he finally  accepted. &amp;nbsp;The husband ended up going to the back seat and the old woman  was able to sit up front. When the old woman felt relaxed and was able  to extend her legs she said to this man, in her local dialect, what  means, &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;“May Allāh not prevent you from Ḥajj every year.”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;This man has performed Ḥajj until now—and I know him—for 32 years. 32  pilgrimages since she supplicated for him that year! Sometimes a new  year comes and the time of Ḥajj approaches, but he doesn’t have the  money or even the intention to perform it. Yet, without any notice, he’s  led to perform Ḥajj by the blessing of that woman’s supplication.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;`Alī (may Allāh be pleased with him) said, &lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;“Allāh has concealed two  within two: He has concealed His pleasure in righteous acts, so one does  not know which righteous act of his pleases Allāh; and &lt;b&gt;He has concealed  His &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i style="color: #38761d;"&gt;awliyā’&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt; amongst His servants, so one does not know which servant of Allāh is His &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: #38761d;"&gt;walī&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;.[friend]”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; The point here: perform good deeds and desire for them to be  sincerely for Allāh’s Sake. Perhaps you’ll do something for someone who  is unknown amongst the people—which is better—and his supplications are  answered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://muslimmatters.org/2011/11/08/encounter-with-an-awliya-of-allah/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;http://muslimmatters.org/2011/11/08/encounter-with-an-awliya-of-allah/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2532991874011122499-5810965618490432995?l=salaf-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salaf-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/5810965618490432995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2532991874011122499&amp;postID=5810965618490432995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2532991874011122499/posts/default/5810965618490432995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2532991874011122499/posts/default/5810965618490432995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salaf-stories.blogspot.com/2011/11/may-allah-not-prevent-you-from-hajj.html' title='“May Allāh not prevent you from Ḥajj every year.”'/><author><name>salaf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751293969862581404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2532991874011122499.post-8069840588762051336</id><published>2011-11-08T18:49:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-11-08T18:49:40.511Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='youth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humour'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my msn story'/><title type='text'>my MSN story - a Muslim experience. (awesome story! with amazing lessons to learn from for all youth)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Asalaam alaykum waRahmatullah waBarakaatuh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.archive.org/download/MyMsnStory-AMuslimExperience.awesomeStoryWithAmazingLessonsTo/my_msn_Story.pdf"&gt;Download the full book now&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, I decided to call it 'my MSN story' so it covers all audiences. It is an experience of a Muslim youth who goes through alot of fitnah on MSN Messenger before finding his true Islam. (A great read for non-practising youth!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;my &lt;span style="color: mediumblue;"&gt;MSN&lt;/span&gt; story..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.archive.org/download/MyMsnStory-AMuslimExperience.awesomeStoryWithAmazingLessonsTo/my_msn_Story.pdf" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://i256.photobucket.com/albums/hh162/speed2kx/my_msn_story_logo.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Download book in &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.archive.org/download/MyMsnStory-AMuslimExperience.awesomeStoryWithAmazingLessonsTo/my_msn_Story.pdf" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;b&gt;PDF&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (opens on Adobe Reader)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Download book in &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.archive.org/download/MyMsnStory-AMuslimExperience.awesomeStoryWithAmazingLessonsTo/my_msn_Story.doc" target="_blank"&gt;DOC&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (opens on Microsoft Word / Open office)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Download book in &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.archive.org/download/MyMsnStory-AMuslimExperience.awesomeStoryWithAmazingLessonsTo/my_msn_Story.rtf" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;b&gt;RTF &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(opens in Wordpad)   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2532991874011122499-8069840588762051336?l=salaf-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salaf-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/8069840588762051336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2532991874011122499&amp;postID=8069840588762051336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2532991874011122499/posts/default/8069840588762051336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2532991874011122499/posts/default/8069840588762051336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salaf-stories.blogspot.com/2011/11/my-msn-story-muslim-experience-awesome.html' title='my MSN story - a Muslim experience. (awesome story! with amazing lessons to learn from for all youth)'/><author><name>salaf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751293969862581404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2532991874011122499.post-1162482100586513474</id><published>2011-11-05T20:18:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-11-05T20:18:30.005Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gaze; eid; haya'/><title type='text'>Lowering Your Gaze On 'Eid</title><content type='html'>It is reported on the authority of Al-Wakî’ b. Al-Jarrâh:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 40px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;We went out one Eid with Sufyân Al-Thawrî and he said, &lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;“The first thing we will do on this day of ours is to lower our gaze.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Ibn Abî Al-Dunyâ, Kitâb Al-Wara’. Article 66]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is reported that Hassân b. Abî Sinân – Allâh have mercy on him – went out one Eid and when he returned home &lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;his wife said:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #a64d79;" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a64d79; margin-left: 40px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;“How many beautiful women have you looked at today?”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After she kept asking him, he said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 40px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;“Woe to you! I have looked at nothing but my toe from when I went out to when I returned to you.”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Ibn Abî Al-Dunyâ, Kitâb Al-Wara’. Article 68]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://theauthenticbase.wordpress.com/2011/11/05/lowering-your-gaze-on-%e2%80%98eid-2/" target="_blank"&gt;http://theauthenticbase.wordpress.co...e2%80%98eid-2/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2532991874011122499-1162482100586513474?l=salaf-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salaf-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/1162482100586513474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2532991874011122499&amp;postID=1162482100586513474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2532991874011122499/posts/default/1162482100586513474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2532991874011122499/posts/default/1162482100586513474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salaf-stories.blogspot.com/2011/11/lowering-your-gaze-on-eid.html' title='Lowering Your Gaze On &apos;Eid'/><author><name>salaf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751293969862581404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2532991874011122499.post-5240224467944912267</id><published>2011-10-31T21:23:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-10-31T21:23:44.820Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='possession'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jinn'/><title type='text'>A Modern Day Jinn Experience (Jinn pretending to be historical Scholars!) - Ahmad Izzudin al Bayanuni.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #990000; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;A Modern Day Jinn Experience&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;(Jinn pretending to be historical Scholars!)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;- Ahmad Izzudin al Bayanuni.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;This experiment took place with the author Ahmad Izzudin al-Bayanuni. He mentioned it in his book Kitab al-Iman bi-l Mala'ika. I eagerly decided to quote the complete text of what he write:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;The people of the East and the West have preccupied themselves with the claim of making the spirits appear. &lt;/span&gt;There have been many articles written about it, written in different languages, published in Arabic as well as non-Arabic magazines. Books have been written about it. Much research has been done lately on this topic. Many experiments have been performed. After all of that, the intelligent people have concluded that the raising of the spirits is nothing but falsehood and forgery, a call to disbelief and wickedness. What they claim to be the appearing of the spirits of people who have passed away is nothing but fakery and forgery. The spirits that appear are nothing but devils that are playing with and duping humans. In reality, there is no one who is capable of making the spirits appear. After the spirit leaves the body it goes to reside in the realm called al-Barzakh which is the interval between this worldly life and the life of the hereafter. Therein the person is either in bounties or punishment. They are preoccupied there with a great affair which would prevent them from appearing before the humans.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I [al-Bayanuni] was called to such an act of these spiritualists. And I experienced my own lengthy experience. This experience made it clear to me that it is nothing but falsehood, forgery and deception. It is just the playing of the devils. They present that to the people to mislead them and to deceive them and to make humans follow them. The beginning of the experience I had known for more than ten years of a person who claimed that he was using the jinn to do good deeds in the service of mankind. And that was done through a person who was a medium. He claimed that he achieved that through recitations and lengthy invocations which took up a great deal of time. He was instructed in thorough incantations by someone who claimed he was knowledgeable in that area. The medium came to me one day telling me that so and so of the&lt;br /&gt;jinn had called for me to discuss something important and there was a great matter in store for me.&lt;br /&gt;I to the appointment, trusting in Allah and very happy about it, in order to learn new information through this experience.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;How did the deception begin?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first deceiving step that they took with me, in the process of bringing forth the spirits, was to have me ask Allah for forgiveness, glorify him and other acts of &lt;i&gt;dhikr &lt;/i&gt;[remembrance] This would make a person believe,at first glance, that he is meeting with spirits who are pure, holy and truthful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;I entered the house of the medium and we were alone together in a room. The medium sat on the bed. And we began sanctifying Allah, obviously under his guidance with asking forgiveness and Allah- until he became like in a trance and I laid him down on his bed. I covered him with a covering in the way I was told to do. Then in a low voice, his companion greeted me. His knowing me and his like for me were obvious. He introduced me to himself. He claimed to be a created being. He was not from the angels or the jinn but was of another creation, a different species. He came into being by Allahs saying, Be and he was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The person of the voice claimed that the jinn only appeared through his command. And that between him and receiving the command from Allah there was only four intermediaries, with the Angel Gabriel being the fifth. He began to praise me. He said that they will cut off any meetings they have with other humans and they shall only meet with me. Because, they claimed, I was a special person of this age. And this was a special sanction from Allah and it was Allah who had chosen me for that. And they made me a glittering promise full of amazing things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;I accepted this new experience and false call with trust in Allah and asking Allah to protect me from error and to guide me to the clear truth, enlightened by the light of knowledge and following the path of steadfastness and praising Allah.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;At the end of the first meeting, he promised me a second meeting. Then the person himself instructed me to make some special incantations to awake the medium from his absence. That was done. And the medium was sitting. His eyes opened as if he had been wakened from a deep sleep and did not know what had transpired.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went back for the second appointment also. Then we had many meetings, one after another, for a long time. During every meeting, they renewed their good promise to me and described a great future for me and the great blessings that the nation would receive at my hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The situation develops&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The situation developed further. Many spirits came to visit me in every meeting. Some with invocations being made before the meeting while others without it. While eating or drinking tea with the medium, the medium would fall asleep with his head down at the promised time.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the spirits would appear, some claiming to be angels or from the jinn or companions of the Prophet or saints. They would always speak with reverence and respect. They would invoke blessings for my visit and point to a blessed future. Then they would leave and others would come.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Who were those Visitors?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;I was visited by beings that claimed to be angels, jinn, Abu Huraira, scholars, saints, such as Abu al-Hasan al-Shaadhili, well known and accepted scholars, such as al-Shaikh Ahmad al-Tirmaaneeni, and some scholars that I had met before and had known of their deaths, including my father (may Allah have mercy on him). They gave me glad tidings of my fathers visit at a specific time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked forward to this meeting with anxiety. When it was time for the meeting, they requested me to read surah al- Waqiah aloud. read it. When I finished reciting it, they said, Your father will appear after a few moments. Listen to what he says and do not ask him about anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;The beginning of my vigilance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few minutes, there came someone who claimed to be my father. He greeted me. He showed his happiness for meeting me. he was happy with me for meeting those spirits. He advised me to assist the medium and his family and to take care of them in the best way as he had no other means of making money except through this way.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;He ended his speech with the prayers on the Prophet Abraham. And I knew that my father was passionately fond of saying the prayers upon the Prophet (peace be on him), especially in the prayer of Abraham. The most amazing thing was that his accent was exactly the same as my fathers. He said and left. Then I began to ask myself, Why did they advise me not to ask him about anything. For a secret reason no doubt. The secret reason became clear to me at that moment. It was not my father. It was his partner from the jinn, the one who accompanied him throughout his life. He came to me in the form of my father and imitated his most particular characteristics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They advised me not to ask him about anything because the partner from the jinn, no matter to what extent he knows and remembers about my father, he is not able to remember every detail that a son knows about his father. They feared that if I asked him something of that nature, he would not be able to respond and the matter would become clear. With others, 1 would meet them and not know who they were until they were about to leave and then they would say, I am so and so, greet me and leave immediately.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;There was also a secret reason for that: If any of them would tell me who they were, and he was well-known for being knowledgeable, I could discuss a topic with him and he would not be able to respond. Again, the matter would then be uncovered.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;One time someone came and debated with me saying that the face of the woman is not aurah [or from the private parts that must be covered] and need not be covered. I refuted him and he responded to me with a response that had no aspect of knowledge in it. The argument became heated between us, I said to him, How do you respond to those jurists who say that the face of the woman is aurah and she must cover out of fear of [temptation and sin]? The argument ended without any benefit. &lt;b style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Then he told me that he was Shaikh al-Tarmaaneeni and he left. It became clear to me that he was undoubtedly a liar because Shaikh al-Tarmaaneeni was a leading scholar and the leaders of the Shafi school say that all of the woman is aurah, even if she is an aged, gray-haired woman. If he really was the shaikh he said he was and he had discovered some new knowledge in the world of barzakh [life in the grave] he would&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;have informed me about it and shown me its evidence. But it was all a lie and deception. Its intention was misguidance. &lt;/b&gt;And Allah- and all praises are due to refused except to guide me and confirm me on the truth and guidance. A woman uncovering her face, especially in times like these with moral laxity and a sick society, is something no knowledgeable or religious person would agree to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reality becomes uncovered&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reality of the situation became more and more uncovered meeting after meeting and experience after experience. Finallv. I was certain that all of it were lies and forgeries. It had no in righteousness and no standing in religion.Even the medium, who I was advised generously, was known not to pray and he was not steadfast in his prayers. His beard was shaven and no one ordered to help and treat ordered to perform him to let it grow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Certainly, he devours the wealth of the people through falsehood and deceiving promises. There is no source of income for him except through that evil means.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man came to me after he heard that I had some relation with that medium and complained to me about his deception. He took 300 Syrian from him and the man was a poor person who was very much in need of that money. I insisted that the medium return the money to him. He did so, in his and his devils hope that I would continue to meet with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The medium and his family base most of their entire lives on lying. Those spirits, after everything became clear to me, tried to threaten me. But that did not shake my heart whatsoever. And all praises are to Allah. I used to record what they used to say to me. These recordings filled two large files. I recorded most of what they said to me. When it became unquestionably clear to me that it was all fake, without any other way to explain it, I made my final judgment about them and burned the two files that were filled with lies and forgeries. Those spirits who claimed to be Companions of the Prophet, saints and pious people were all devils. No intelligent believer should be deceived by them. All of the ways that are taken to make the spirits appear are nothing but lies and falsehood. It does not matter if it is through a or medium, as in the experience I had, or through a table or tea cup, that some people have experienced and mentioned to me. All of them end in the same result that I reached.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A wonderful thing is that I have seen other people write on this topic and the conclusion of the intelligent people who experienced these things is the same conclusion I arrived at. They concluded that those spirits are nothing but the partners of humans from among the jinn, as Allah had guided me to. And all praise is to Allah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;I have fulfilled, by these words, the obligation of advising others. And Allah is the Guide to the Straight Path.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.kalamullah.com/Books/JinnDevils.pdf"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jinn &amp;amp; Devils&lt;/b&gt; [3MB] - Umar al Ashqar&lt;/a&gt; p143 - p148)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2532991874011122499-5240224467944912267?l=salaf-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salaf-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/5240224467944912267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2532991874011122499&amp;postID=5240224467944912267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2532991874011122499/posts/default/5240224467944912267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2532991874011122499/posts/default/5240224467944912267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salaf-stories.blogspot.com/2011/10/modern-day-jinn-experience-jinn.html' title='A Modern Day Jinn Experience (Jinn pretending to be historical Scholars!) - Ahmad Izzudin al Bayanuni.'/><author><name>salaf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751293969862581404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2532991874011122499.post-6258016439670680578</id><published>2011-10-31T20:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-10-31T20:51:18.488Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jinn; exorcism'/><title type='text'>The Dangers of Chi - (A Martial Arts Jinn story)</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 align="justify" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;The Dangers of Chi&lt;/span&gt; - (A Martial Arts Jinn story)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 align="justify" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 align="justify" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;My History of Martial Arts&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="MsoBodyText2" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I began learning martial arts  over a decade ago, I was always very keen and took great interest not  only in the physical sciences of the art but also the spiritual aspects.  I studied many systems during this time including both Japanese and  Chinese systems (both northern and southern systems as well as internal  and external systems). All my instructors were of the highest calibre,  including a Shaolin Monk from China, Grand Masters and national  champions (and if I was to provide you with their names I don’t think  anyone would dispute their skill and genuine martial arts lineage) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;It was upon learning the internal system known as the Five Animal system of Spontaneous Chi Kung &lt;strong&gt;(&lt;em&gt;Wu Qin Xi&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/strong&gt;  which is an internal system which involved involuntary movements  following the discharge of energy into the practionar that my insight  into the world of Martial Arts was to take a turn for the worse. Never  before had I learnt a system which resulted in induced trance like and  altered states of consciousness which ostensibly improved health and  martial arts prowess. I soon began channeling the energy (Chi) and  creating a mini mirco-cosmic orbits around myself. Inadditon my  instructor would adeptly summon the energy (Chi) and transmit and  project it into hes students with stunning transitory results of  improved health and increased physical strength. As the years passed on  and I earned my instructors trust as I passed through all the Five  Animal stages, he would boast that I was becoming a very powerful  student and that soon I would soon be able to heal people myself, this  made me even more eager to master this science. The principal of using  martial arts as a fighting art was always sound, but using it for the  betterment of others was an even greater incentive to learn, this was by  no means a contradication but merely the flip side of the ability to  kill and heal. And indeed I was aware of the body of scientific evidence  which supported this claim. See Five Animal Frolics. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;h3 align="justify" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Beginning Symptoms &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;During  this time I started to experience unusual sensations. This began with  paralysis between the state of wakefulness and sleep as if something was  constricting me just as I woke up in the morning, to feelings of  vapours of energy around myself, particularly at night when my body was  arrest and in a state of repose at night during sleep. Furthermore other  students of this system also experienced the similar things but my  instructor always eloquently countered any assertions of the  supernatural by saying the Chi was simply opening up dormant chambers of  the body &amp;amp; brain and that such feeling were completely natural. The  instructor went as far as saying had we been practising such systems a  century ago we would likely be convicted of practising magic &amp;amp;  witchcraft, and that is only lately (i.e.19th century) that chi has been  examined and studied scientifically, infact some ignorant Chinese &amp;amp;  even non-Chinese scientists have suggested that it is no more than  bio-electromagnetic energy (see &lt;a href="http://www.yorkkarate.com/Articles/%20Q%20i&amp;amp;%20Bioelectromagetic%20Energy.pdf"&gt;Phd thesis "Qi &amp;amp; Biolectromagnetic Energy" York University&lt;/a&gt;). Certainly I was aware of the body of scientific evidence purporting the health benefits of Qigong &amp;amp; Chi (see &lt;a href="http://www.qigonginstitute.org/html/papers.php" target="_blank" title="The Qigong Institute"&gt;The Qigong Institute&lt;/a&gt;).  I thus as a gullible young student continued with my study of this  system determined to master it always mentally finding an excuse to  explain away these symptoms.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;It was upon doing some prelimary research on the subject of Sleep  paralysis which consists of a period of inability to perform voluntary  movements either at sleep onset (called hypnogogic or predormital form)  or upon awakening (called hypnopompic or postdormtal form) that I began  to discover that this was often associated with withcraft and magic  throughout history, where the term the old Hag was frequently used and  is still used to describe a demon, ghost, etc. that sits upon their  victim's chest, causing paralysis and sometimes making it hard to  breathe. I decided to investigate further and read a book bought by my  brother titled &lt;a href="http://www.bilalphilips.com/books/exort01a.htm"&gt;"The Exorcist Tradition in Islam" By Dr. Bilal Philips University of Wales&lt;/a&gt;.  In it the author describes these symptoms of sleep paralysis as the  begining sgns of demonic/jinn possession. However still not adequatly  convinced of any sinister goings on I decided to continue my interests  in the martial arts. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h3 align="justify" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Visit by Abbot &amp;amp; Shaolin Monk and the Statue of Buddha&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;I also  observed the statue of Buddha we had in our temple would become of more  central importance in our classes. Our instructor (Sifu) would channel  hes energy into the enoromous statue that occupied a large corner of the  hall. The significance of the Buddha was to become further exemplified  following a visit by the &lt;strong&gt;Abbot &lt;em&gt;Shi Yon Xian&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  into our temple, where upon he performed a ceremony which involved the  statue of Buddha, he channeled an enormous amount of Chi into the Buddha  (at which point many Sifus that were present in the audience reported  feeling the powerful energy of the Abbot pass into the Buddha, some even  reported seeing bright lights, and indeed this energy was to remain in  the despicable idol. He was accompanied by a Shoalin Monk that our Sifu  instructor had invited to teach, and much of the world media was  present. The Abbot of the Shaolin Temple, aided by Shaolin Warrior Monk  Shi Yan Tzi after blessing the Temple School's Buddha then consecrated  the building as a branch of Shaolin Temple.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;During  this visit afer the ceremony, there was an amazing display of Wushu  martial arts by the Shaolin monk, this involved a Shaolin form and four  extrodinary displays of Chi Kung, the first being the Shaolin Monk  taking powerful Gow Choi (hammer fist technique) strike by an  experienced martial artist in the solar plexus with no noticeable side  effects, followed by a similar strike this time with the aid of a tree  trunk and four students ramming it into the stomach of the Monk. In the  third display Monk Shi Yan Tzi took two volunters from the audience and  made them stripe off their shirts. He then positioned them in a sort of a  bowing position, this he said was for their own safety. The Monk then  summoned up hes chi power. This took two or three minutes. Standing a  good ten feet from the two volunteers, he reached out hes hand and made a  slow downward clawing motion. When the volunteers turned around, each  had clealry visible red claw marks down his back. A murmur of surprise  went around the room and the Chinese camera crew moved in to take  close-up shots o the phenomenon. The curious bowing posture the two  volunteers took up was so that the Chi power projected by Monk Shi Yan  Tzi wouldnt strike the volunters square on. If it had, it would almost  certainly have injured them.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; I was later to discover that  Shaolin Monks don't normally perform this act of Red Sand Palm technique  in public, the Abbot later chastised the younger Monk for performing  this as the powerful Chi could have been captured by someone in the  audience with ill intent&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Even after this remarkable  display of inner power, Monk Shi Yan Tzi's demonstartion wasnt over yet.  Choosing from a pile of bricks, the Monk built a brigde with three  bricks that he could use as a pillow. He then went through a short  series of excercises to focus his Chi power in his head region. He laid  his head down on his brick pillow and placed another column of three  bricks on top of his head. He then asked our Sifu to brick another brick  down as hard as he could onto the brick column. Upon doing this  incredibly all three bricks on top of the monks head and the brick  beneath forming the span of the bridge shattered. To tumutuous applause,  the Monk bounced to his feet, smiling and waving and completely  unharmed by the massive blow delivered. It was a spectaculor display of  the power of Chi witnissed first hand by me and many others including  the world media. In awe of Monk Shi Yan Tzi's skill I was to remain with  him for several years.(see for &lt;a href="http://www.shaolintempleuk.org/"&gt;Monk Shi Yan Tzi&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;When  the Abbot went back to China I observed several noteable changes in our  temple, Sifu was now no longer summing chi his normal way but rather now  going up to the Buddha to attract/summon Chi (this was of coarse  because the Abbot had passed his very poweful Chi into it) and students  too were approaching the Buddha to get &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;charged up &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;(this  was a term used to denote the initialisaton into the Five Animal  state). I too observed when in the Gong state (Five Animal Frolics)  would some how subconcsiousely be me drawn unexplianably to the Budhha  for no discernable reason.The statue of Buddha was suddenly becoming the  nexus of the Temple School and the roots of idolatry were taking fold.  (see &lt;a href="http://www.harunyahya.com/buddhism02.php"&gt;Buddhism: An Idolatrous Religion&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;h3 align="justify" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Discontinuation of Martial Arts &amp;amp; Symptoms Getting Worse &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;After  some time due to other committments notably work I had to discontinue my  pursuits in the martial arts. It was also during this time by complete  coincidence that my instructors school closed due to internal politics. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Over  this period I gradually started to experience further unusual symptoms I  had never before experienced: paralysis, muscle spasms, unusual dreams,  vapours of energy , unusual sounds &amp;amp; movements in my stomach,  feeling of making growling sounds, sensations of crawling around the  body i.e. formication, feeling of something moving around inside my body  (almost thrashing around with great speed), numbness in legs following  adopting sitting positions, desiring to cry at moments with no motive,  paranoia, declining mental acumen (exhibiting itself in memory loss,  inability to concentrate, limited lateral thinking and analytical  skills), vomiting sensations, and strange clicking sound in my bedroom.  Infact I become so use to these symptoms that I couldn't even remember  what is was like to be normal again &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;It must  be stressed that it was only after the inception of my study of the  internal arts all these symptoms were to occur, prior to this I had  always been healthy and was of sound mental intellect. Not knowing what  was wrong with myself I bore this sickness but chose not to seek a cure  through western medicine fearing they would misdiagnose me and fill me  full of drugs or even think I was making it up or that I was  psychologically imbalanced. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;h3 align="justify" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;On Holiday &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Whilst  on holiday to an Islamic country one of my relatives spoke of a man that  performed exorcisms on people. Again not knowing what was wrong with  myself, only that I had the above symptoms, I thought what harm would  there be in visiting such a person. I really had very little believe in  the supernatural and magic. I always took it for granted that such  things existed but no more than that, and as someone educated in the  West, my mind set was more inclined to wanting tangible proof of  something backed up with empirical evidence to support any claim. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;HOWEVER ALL THAT WAS ABOUT TO CHANGE!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;h3 align="justify" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Meeting The Sheikh&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I booked an appointment to see the sheikh who at this  point I new very little about. On the day that I went to see him my  uncle accompanied me. Upon entering the Sheikhs premises/building I  discovered a very religious theme all around me i.e. Islamic material  and writing on the wall etc. When first seeing the Sheikh I was also  surprised to discover a very outspoken man with deep religious  convictions (but very sincere) that seemed to have a constant flock of  people around him, he seemed naturally charismatic. After waiting some  time in a queue of people to see him my uncle introduced me to the  Sheikh. I described my problems to him. He simply listened hmming every  know and then. He examined parts of my body e.g. hands nails and face  and asked me a few questions e.g. my dreams, any stools, unusual  sensations etc. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;The  Sheikh then asked me to sit by the wall and put on some headphones with  my eyes closed (as if I was meditating) listening to the recitation on  the tape focusing upon the area of pain as if it too could hear the  recitation just as I could. At this point I didn’t know what to make of  the Sheikh, this was the first time I met such a person and sought such  an unconventional resolution to my problem, hence I simply did what the  Sheikh asked without critiquing hes methodology. I simply wanted to be  normal again as I was before I studied the internal arts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Upon  putting the headphones on and taking a comfortable sitting position with  my legs crossed I closed my eyes and the tape was then played. I  immediately identified the recitation on the tape which consisted of  Islamic chants, unusual sounds, and Quranic recitation of carefully  selected verses. With my eyes closed my concentration power was  heightened and I was able to isolate and focus on the pain (in my head,  legs &amp;amp; in my stomach) with great ease. Then all of a sudden I know  longer felt comfortable, almost slightly faint infact. I started swaying  my head gently and my facial expression began to change as I took on a  different demeanour. I began to growl and hiss with my front teeth  protruding (like a wild angry animal displaying it fangs). Then  gradually swaying movements was to become more acute. I was later told  at this point the sheikh was giving salutations of Mubarak to my uncle  (praise be to god). My concentration different falter despite all this, I  kept focusing upon the pain in my body and in my head in particular.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;After  30 mins of this the Sheikh then told me to take the headphones off and  sit in the centre of the room were he's assistants were waiting. He  asked me to take on a different sitting posture (sitting on my legs with  my palms on top). One of the Sheikhs assistants who was behind me that  then took a hold of my head and then forced hold of my eye lids putting  some unusual drops into my eyes. The pain was excruciating. I began to  cry, however all was not as it seemed. My control over my body became  less so and although I was feeling the pain from the eye drop which was  resonating throughout my body it wasn't all being born my me. Something  very unusual began to surface from inside me and was being hit by the  pain caused by the eye drops. At this point I began crying excessively  however it wasn't myself crying, I was almost like a spectator in my own  body watching something else within me suffering and undergoing great  torment. The Sheikh began yelling "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;leave him!!! leave him or else you will have to undergo more of this!!!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.  The assistants at this point were holding me either side due to the  violent uncontrollable nature by which I was swaying and trying to break  out of the sitting position the Sheikh had asked me to adopt. The  Sheikh then asked me to recite certain verses of the Quran, but I was  unable to. He came over to me sat down and started praying over me.  Whilst I was crying my lips would utter sounds and speech of "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;naay, don't, naay"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  as well as some other sounds I was unfamiliar with. I was also spitting  out a lots of saliva and nasal mucus was coming out of my nose, my  whole face was awash with tears. He took some water and splashed it over  my neck, then all of a sudden I was able to recite. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Gradually  the effects of the drops began to wear off as the pain began to subside  and the crying slowed down and then eventually stopped. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I  was later told that the jinns see through the eyes of the human and that  the ointment that the sheikh put into my eyes was also tantamount to  putting it into the eyes of the jinn itself as well. Also the pain that I  felt correlated with the power &amp;amp; control the jinns had over me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="MsoBodyText2" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;The Sheikhs assistants noticing  my behaviour returning to a more normal state then wrapped a towel  around the top half of my body exposing only my face and then produced  forth a water spray (squirter). One assistant held me locked down from  behind, while another infront of me began squirting water (which had  been prayed upon by the Sheikh) straight into my face, I immediately  began to scream violently and it almost felt like I was suffocating, but  the assistants weren't phased and didn't lapse as the squirting  continued. The Sheikh again yelled out at me saying "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Leave him or else!!!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.  After the squirting was over the whole towel was completely drenched  and I felt greatly relieved that it was over. However all was far from  finished. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;What  occurred next is perhaps the most astonishing thing to have happened to  me (as if what had happened already wasn’t astonishing enough). The  Sheikh asked one of hes assistants to give me a glass of water. The  Sheikh told me do drink it and then vomit it out again. I was puzzled  (what was the point of that?). The water in the glass had been prayed  upon by the Sheikh with verses from the Quran. I took hold of the glass  and drank it all down in a few gulps. The assistants put a bowel infront  of me and told me to vomit into it. At first I struggled and nothing  came out, I kept trying but again but found myself unable to vomit. The  Sheikh insisted that I must do it and that I should try to put my hand  deep down into my throat to help facilitate this process. So I then  (again thinking what was the point of all this), tried to simulate the  act of vomiting this time putting my hand down my throat, and then all  of a sudden I felt a great surge of pressure coming out, I leaned over  the bowel infront of me and water began gushing out of my mouth from  around the sides straight into the bowel. It kept coming out and the  bowl was filling up. I couldn't believe it !!!. I didn’t even recall  drinking that much water the entire day so where was this fluid (that  looked more like liquid nasal mucus) coming from&lt;strong&gt;? &lt;em&gt;I was  later to discover the act of vomiting is a standard practise amongst  many of the worlds leading Islamic exorcists, the stomach is the elixir  field for the jinns where they reside and feed off the contents the  individual ingests, the water which had been prayed upon my the sheikh  had explosive effects in the stomach such that ordinarily when the  individual vomits the jinns would cling onto the lining in the stomach  thus preventing them from forcibly leaving, but drinking the water in  prelude to this act would prevent the jinn from doing this due to the  explosive nature of the water inside which would cause the jinns to  extricate involuntarily during the vomiting process. Also the unusual  nature of the liquid that was being discharged by me in the west is more  commonly known as ectoplasm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Then  one of the assistant grabbed me and said that's enough telling me to  stop vomitting. Why did he intervene and just not let the liquids  completely discharge itself in entirety I wondered? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The  assistant stopped me during the vomiting because he told me that I would  become very weak if I vomited any further, that the jinns inside me had  caused my own overall strength to increase and that by causing so many  to leave at once would have left me excessively weak. He also made a  stark admission that I had a lot inside me. This almost has a completely  inverse relationship to the study of chi Kung that through the years of  practise the individual acquires more and more chi which manifests  itself in greater overall strength. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;By now I  was in a shattered state. There were many other people in the room that  had come to see the Sheikh and were visibly disturbed at the site of  what they had seen with me. I looked at the Sheikh and rather sillily  asked "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Am I possessed by Jinns"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; , he looked at me and said "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;What else!!!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, also a lot of people in the room starting sighing "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;what else"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, as if there could be no other conclusion that could be drawn from what had just happened. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;I had  passed all of the Sheikhs litmus tests in terms of  diagnosing/ascertaining jinns/demonic possession. And yet my first  thoughts weren’t so much about myself but more about all the other  people that were practising these esoteric systems of martial arts and  other eastern systems summoning Demons/Jinns without a clue in the world  about the reality of what was going on. I am one of the lucky ones that  by complete fortune and the grace of God path collided with that of the  Sheikh's and put on the path to recovery, had this not happened I am  almost certain today I would either be in a mental asylum or on some  extreme form of medication falsely diagnosed by western doctors that  don’t even have the mental constructs and concepts to explain the world  of the jinns/demons, the unseen &amp;amp; possession adequately. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;The  Sheikh told my uncle to bring me again for the next session. The Sheikh  had been performing exorcisms for over a decade and had been blessed by  Allah (God) with this divine ability, and as a result people from all  over the country and indeed the world would contact him with their  various jinn related problems. Hes methodology was in strict conformance  to the Islamic Sharia. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;See for video footage of Islamic style exorcisms: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;(1) &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v9P7aOLe3Tg"&gt;A local Imam in Jordan Shiekh Ayach Qaraan practices Exorcism on a man&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;(2) &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YTEshwPppFM"&gt;An eyewitness account of an Islamic exorcism carried out by an Imam in Brunei&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;h3 align="justify" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;The Days After &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;I went  to see the Sheikh the next day and indeed everyday there on in after for  several weeks undergoing the same combination of Islamically sanctioned  exorcist rites with some additions. The Sheikh gave me a list of  prayers to perform regularly and told me to drink nothing except a water  bottle he would give me which had been prayed upon (which I could then  fill up when it was half full). The Sheikh would say that water had the  benefit that it could reach every where inside me so the jinn had no  refuge except but to leave or die within me. During this period those  symptoms of spasms, numbness, head aces etc began to wane. The decline  was such that the until spasms were no more than just a little pricks,  the head aces were gone and my overall well-being was vastly improved  etc. Also during this period I would often have unusual dreams which I  would convey back to the Sheikh, and sensations of something crying  inside me between the state of wakefulness and sleep. The Sheikh was  torturing the jinns to leave, and if it didn’t he told me it would die  within me. It is difficult to ascertain why the jinns had such a strong  association with myself , it is possible that because I had invoked them  they were tormenting me, may be they liked their new found home/host,  may be they were forced to remain inside me by other jinns that had  control/mastery over them, or maybe they were just simply evil and  desired nothing other than the destruction of mankind due to historical  reasons of enmity between the two creations.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;h3 align="justify" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Cases of Possession&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;I  have since seen many cases of possession, possession involving jinns  falling in love with girls, possession involving acts of magic performed  on individuals, possession where by jinns harass or haunt  individuals/buildings etc. But certainly my case was unlike most of the  others the Sheikh was dealing with because I had directly invoked these  creatures and inadvertently sought their assistance via (i)My instructor  channelling the energy into me (ii)Capturing chi from outside my body  (iii) Going into deep meditative trances allowing the chi to take  control of my body like I was in an intoxicated state taking on the  characteristics of animals see Wu Qin Xi five animal frolics (iv)  Through various chants and (v) Performance of certain forms/kata with  acts of magic embedded with in without even knowing it. What is also  most disturbing is that the practise of my art involved the accumulation  of these jinns inside me or as my instructor would say the cultivation  of chi which could take many years to achieve, which is why they often  say that to practise the external arts could take a few years but to  practise the internal art a decade i.e. the more chi I had the more  adept at the internal arts I became. Most instances of possession only  involve a hand full of jinns, however internal arts by definition  require the individual to store up or hoard their chi. That is why  practising such systems can be so fatal to the practitioner and act of  exorcism can be considerably longer than otherwise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://dangerofchi.org/mystory.htm"&gt;http://dangerofchi.org/mystory.htm&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2532991874011122499-6258016439670680578?l=salaf-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salaf-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/6258016439670680578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2532991874011122499&amp;postID=6258016439670680578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2532991874011122499/posts/default/6258016439670680578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2532991874011122499/posts/default/6258016439670680578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salaf-stories.blogspot.com/2011/10/dangers-of-chi-martial-arts-jinn-story.html' title='The Dangers of Chi - (A Martial Arts Jinn story)'/><author><name>salaf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751293969862581404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2532991874011122499.post-6550181472590304696</id><published>2011-10-19T15:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T15:03:03.097+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='miracles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dua'/><title type='text'>I Didn’t Expect the Reply to Come So Quick!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Bismillah&amp;nbsp;al Rahman&amp;nbsp;al Raheem&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Shaykh&amp;nbsp;Khaled al-Wuhaybi narrates:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a story that has a lesson to be learned,&amp;nbsp;it happened to me  personally and was not conveyed to me (perhaps some of you have heard it  from me before, but I repeat it as a reminder).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am writing it to you as it occured, so that perhaps a reader may benefit from it …&lt;br /&gt;Or it may find someone desperate, and send hope&amp;nbsp;to his heart …&lt;br /&gt;Or find someone who was haste, and stopped supplicating to his Lord!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;On Wednesday 22/4/1423 of the Hijri Calendar&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the time of Duhr&amp;nbsp;(Noon) prayers, in the Holy Mosque in Mecca, I  was standing close to the chamber of the Muezzin (one who calls to  prayer), when a brother signalled to me to fill a gap in the row next to  him after the Iqamah has been called. So I went forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;After we completed the prayer, I went to the back a little to sit with my legs crossed and be more comfortable while I do my &lt;i&gt;Tasbeeh &lt;/i&gt;(Glorify  and Praise Allah). I looked at that man beside me, and he appeared as  if his body is worn out like the poor of the Sacred Mosque. He had the  appearance of stillness and humility, and had placed his hands on his  thighs as he supplicated to his Lord with humbleness. I put my hand into  my pocket reaching for&amp;nbsp;the money which I had tied into groups of 1  Riyal, 5 Riyals, and 10 Riyals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took out 5 Riyals and placed it hidden in the palm of my hand and  approached him, extending my arm to him&amp;nbsp;to shake his hand. We shook  hands and he felt the money in my palm, then pulled his hand quickly  away without taking the money or even knowing how much was in my hand,  telling me: May Allah reward you greatly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said: &lt;b&gt;Won’t you accept it?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He did not respond, so I felt that he is being modest, which is why he did not accept it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I placed it back in my pocket. I stood back a little, and performed the &lt;i&gt;Sunnah&lt;/i&gt;, and noticed the man turning to me again and again as if he is waiting for me to finish my prayers!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I completed my prayers, he came next to me and greeted me, and then asked: &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;How much was it that you were going to give me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said:&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt; I offered you and you refused to take it, so why would it matter if it was one riyal or a hundred?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he said: &lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;By Allah, how much was it that you were going to give me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said:&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt; Do not ask me by Allah, this matter between me and you has finished!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;He said: I was supplicating to my Lord about my dire need for five Riyals, so How much was it you were going to give me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said: &lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;By Allah, who there is no God worthy of worship besides Him, the amount which I was offering you was 5 Riyals!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The man started weeping&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked him: &lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;Do you need more?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said: &lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;no &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he said:&lt;b&gt; Subhan Allah, you were placing the money in my hand as I was still asking my Lord for it!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;I said: &lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Why then did you pull your hand away without taking it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;He said: &lt;b style="color: #351c75;"&gt;I didn’t expect the reply to come so quick&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said: &lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Subhan Allah, Indeed Allah is All-Hearing, Close to those who  ask Him, Answering their call; He will not come down to you Himself to  give you what you asked, but truly he will facilitate for you&amp;nbsp;one of his  slaves to fulfill for you what you need!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I offered him the five riyals again, and he took it, and refused to take anything extra.&lt;/b&gt; Indeed, Glory to Allah, the Great, who said of Himself: &lt;/blockquote&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;{And when My  slaves ask you &lt;/b&gt;(&lt;b&gt;O Muhammad) concerning Me, then (answer them), I am  indeed near. I respond to the invocations of the supplicant when he  calls on Me …&lt;/b&gt;} (Al Baqarah 2:186)&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Original Arabic: &lt;a href="http://www.ahlalhdeeth.com/vb/showthread.php?t=257678"&gt;http://www.ahlalhdeeth.com/vb/showthread.php?t=257678&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2532991874011122499-6550181472590304696?l=salaf-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salaf-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/6550181472590304696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2532991874011122499&amp;postID=6550181472590304696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2532991874011122499/posts/default/6550181472590304696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2532991874011122499/posts/default/6550181472590304696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salaf-stories.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-didnt-expect-reply-to-come-so-quick.html' title='I Didn’t Expect the Reply to Come So Quick!'/><author><name>salaf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751293969862581404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2532991874011122499.post-1556195929274182447</id><published>2011-09-22T08:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T08:20:41.764+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='miracles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dua'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='qurtubi'/><title type='text'>al Qurtubi: "..And nothing was able to harm me until I left it."</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Khawlah bint Hakim narrated that Allah’s Messenger (صلى الله عليه و سلم) said:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;“Whoever arrives somewhere and says:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;‘I seek refuge with Allah’s complete Words from the evil He has Created&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;(أعوذ بكلمات الله التامات من شر ما خلق&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: #351c75;"&gt;,’&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt; nothing will harm until he leaves that place.”&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;This was reported by &lt;b&gt;Muslim (2708).&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;In &lt;i&gt;‘Taysir al-’Aziz al-Hamid’&lt;/i&gt; (p. 146), Sulayman bin ‘Abdillah relates that &lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;al-Qurtubi commented&lt;/span&gt; on this by saying:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;“And this is true and real,  and I believe in it due to the textual proof as well as my own  experience. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I heard this narration, &lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;I would constantly act upon it  and nothing was able to harm me until I left it. One night, I was stung  by a scorpion in al-Mahdiyyah (a province in Tunisia). So, I thought to  myself until I realized that I had forgotten to seek refuge using these  words.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;In &lt;i&gt;‘al-Qawl al-Mufid’&lt;/i&gt; (1/155), Ibn al-’Uthaymin commented on this &lt;i&gt;hadith&lt;/i&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;“This protection is from all human and &lt;i&gt;jinni &lt;/i&gt;devils  – whether they are visible or invisible – until the person leaves that  place. And there is no way that what is described in this narration will  not take place, as these are the words of the truthful one who is  believed (i.e. the Messenger of Allah)! However, if what is mentioned in  this narration does not take place, it is because of a preventative  factor and not because of a deficiency in the method itself or the  narration. This also applies to anything that the Prophet (صلى الله عليه  و سلم) mentioned as a &lt;i&gt;Shar’i&lt;/i&gt; method in which the desired  outcome is not achieved. So, this is not because of a fault in the  method, and is rather because of the presence of an obstacle that is  blocking the desired outcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, reciting &lt;i&gt;‘al-Fatihah’ &lt;/i&gt;for  a sick person is a form of healing. Some people recite it and find that  the sick person is not healed. This is not because of a deficiency in  this method, and is instead because there is something present that is  preventing this method from bringing about its desired effect. Another  example is mentioning Allah before having sexual intercourse in order to  prevent Satan from harming the future child. Some people will mention  Allah and find that Satan still ends up harming the child due to  something that is preventing this effect from being achieved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, you should check yourself to figure  out what the obstacle is so that you can remove it and experience the  effect of the method.”&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2532991874011122499-1556195929274182447?l=salaf-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salaf-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/1556195929274182447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2532991874011122499&amp;postID=1556195929274182447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2532991874011122499/posts/default/1556195929274182447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2532991874011122499/posts/default/1556195929274182447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salaf-stories.blogspot.com/2011/09/al-qurtubi-and-nothing-was-able-to-harm.html' title='al Qurtubi: &quot;..And nothing was able to harm me until I left it.&quot;'/><author><name>salaf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751293969862581404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2532991874011122499.post-5374504543744223781</id><published>2011-07-30T18:19:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-30T18:20:41.781+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jannah/paradise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grave'/><title type='text'>"Allaah will put in Paradise any Muslim for whom four have testified to his goodness."</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="dxrp dxrpcontent" id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_ASPxDataView1_IT0_ASPxRoundPanel2_RPC" style="padding-bottom: 6px; padding-left: 6px; padding-right: 6px; padding-top: 9px; width: 100%;"&gt;&lt;div dir="rtl" id="ArabicHadithID"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_ASPxDataView1_IT0_ASPxRoundPanel2_HadithLabel" style="font-family: Traditional Arabic; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;  ‏حدثنا ‏ ‏عبد الله بن يزيد ‏ ‏حدثنا ‏ ‏داود يعني ابن أبي الفرات ‏  ‏حدثني ‏ ‏عبد الله بن بريدة ‏ ‏عن ‏ ‏أبي الأسود الديلي ‏ ‏قال ‏      &lt;br /&gt;‏أتيت ‏ ‏المدينة ‏ ‏وقد وقع بها مرض فهم يموتون موتا ذريعا فجلست إلى ‏  ‏عمر بن الخطاب ‏ ‏رضي الله عنه ‏ ‏فمرت به جنازة فأثني على صاحبها خير  فقال ‏ ‏عمر ‏ ‏رضي الله عنه ‏ ‏وجبت ثم مر بأخرى فأثني على صاحبها خير  فقال وجبت ثم مر بالثالثة فأثني على صاحبها شر فقال ‏ ‏عمر ‏ ‏رضي الله عنه  ‏ ‏وجبت فقلت وما وجبت يا أمير المؤمنين قال قلت كما قال رسول الله ‏ ‏صلى  الله عليه وسلم&lt;b style="color: #cc0000;"&gt; ‏ ‏&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;أيما مسلم شهد له أربعة بخير أدخله الله الجنة&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; قال &lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;قلنا  أو ثلاثة قال أو ثلاثة فقلنا أو اثنان قال أو اثنان &lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;ثم لم نسأله عن الواحد  ‏      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                                     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="dxrpRE"&gt;&lt;div style="height: 1px; overflow: hidden; width: 1px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;          &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;           &lt;td&gt;&lt;img alt="" class="dxWeb_rpBottomLeftCorner" src="http://www.yanabi.com/DXR.axd?r=1_3-kgJC2" style="border-width: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="dxrpBE"&gt;&lt;div style="height: 1px; overflow: hidden; width: 1px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Abul-Aswad narrated that he came to Madeenah during the time of an epidemic and he sat next to 'Umar ibn al-Khattaab. When a bier passed by, the people praised the person and 'Umar said, "It has been affirmed." Another bier passed by and the people praised the person and again 'Umar said, "It has been affirmed." When a third bier passed by, the people spoke badly of the deceased and 'Umar said, "It has been affirmed." Abul-Aswad asked him what was affirmed and he replied, "I said what the Prophet (saws) said:&lt;b&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;"Allaah will put in Paradise any Muslim for whom four have testified to his goodness." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;We asked, even if three? He replied, even if three. We asked, even if two [testify to his goodness]? He replied, even if two. &lt;/span&gt;Then we did not ask about one person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Sahih Al-Bukhari, vol.2, pp. 253-54, no. 449, Mishkat Al-Masabih, vol.1, p350.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;(حديث قدسي)    حَدَّثَنَا  &lt;a href="http://www.islamweb.net/hadith/RawyDetails.php?RawyID=476" rel="gb_page_center[626, 267]" style="text-decoration: none;" title="معلومات الرواة"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt; أَحْمَدُ بْنُ عُمَرَ الْوَكِيعِيُّ  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ، قَالَ : حَدَّثَنَا &lt;a href="http://www.islamweb.net/hadith/RawyDetails.php?RawyID=6649" rel="gb_page_center[626, 267]" style="text-decoration: none;" title="معلومات الرواة"&gt;&lt;span style="color: maroon;"&gt; مُؤَمَّلُ بْنُ إِسْمَاعِيلَ  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ، قَالَ : حَدَّثَنَا &lt;a href="http://www.islamweb.net/hadith/RawyDetails.php?RawyID=2492" rel="gb_page_center[626, 267]" style="text-decoration: none;" title="معلومات الرواة"&gt;&lt;span style="color: maroon;"&gt; حَمَّادُ بْنُ سَلَمَةَ  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ،  عَنْ  &lt;a href="http://www.islamweb.net/hadith/RawyDetails.php?RawyID=2009" rel="gb_page_center[626, 267]" style="text-decoration: none;" title="معلومات الرواة"&gt;&lt;span style="color: maroon;"&gt; ثَابِتٍ  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ،   عَنْ  &lt;a href="http://www.islamweb.net/hadith/RawyDetails.php?RawyID=720" rel="gb_page_center[626, 267]" style="text-decoration: none;" title="معلومات الرواة"&gt; أَنَسٍ  &lt;/a&gt; ، قَالَ : قَالَ رَسُولُ اللَّهِ صَلَّى اللَّهُ عَلَيْهِ وَسَلَّمَ :     " &lt;span style="color: green;"&gt;  مَا مِنْ مُسْلِمٍ يَمُوتُ ، فَيَشْهَدُ لَهُ أَرْبَعَةُ أَهْلِ أَبْيَاتٍ  مِنْ جِيرَانِهِ الأَدْنَيْنَ أَنَّهُمْ لا يَعْلَمُونَ إِلا خَيْرًا ،  إِلا قَالَ اللَّهُ عَزَّ وَجَلَّ : &lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;قَدْ قَبِلْتُ عِلْمَكُمْ فِيهِ ،  وَغَفَرْتُ لَهُ مَا لا تَعْلَمُونَ&lt;/span&gt; " &lt;/span&gt; .&amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anas quoted the Prophet (saws) as saying, &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;"For any Muslim who dies and four of his close neighbours testify that they have known him to be good, Allaah-the Blessed, the Highest- will say,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt; 'I have accepted your testimony and forgiven him for what you do not know about.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Collected by Ahmad and authenticated in Ahkaamul-Janaa'iz, pp. 45-46]&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(page 54. Bilal Philips - Funeral Rites in Islam)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2532991874011122499-5374504543744223781?l=salaf-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salaf-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/5374504543744223781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2532991874011122499&amp;postID=5374504543744223781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2532991874011122499/posts/default/5374504543744223781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2532991874011122499/posts/default/5374504543744223781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salaf-stories.blogspot.com/2011/07/allaah-will-put-in-paradise-any-muslim.html' title='&quot;Allaah will put in Paradise any Muslim for whom four have testified to his goodness.&quot;'/><author><name>salaf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751293969862581404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2532991874011122499.post-9137170969993425558</id><published>2011-07-30T17:16:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-30T18:23:48.770+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='azzam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dua'/><title type='text'>"O Abu ad-Darda'! Your house has been burned down!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.makedua.com/i/034-117.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.makedua.com/i/034-117.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.makedua.com/i/034-117.gif"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;http://www.makedua.com/i/034-117.gif&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy;"&gt;Allahumma  inni 'a'udhubika minal hammi walhuzni, Wal'ajzi walkasali, walbukhli  waljubni, Wa dal'id-daiyni wa ghalabatir-rajal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;  ‘O Allaah, I take refuge in You from anxiety and sorrow, weakness and  laziness, miserliness and cowardice, the burden of debts and from being  over powered by men.’&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy;"&gt;Sahih al-Bukhari, 7/158&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy;"&gt; Once, they came to Abu ad-Darda' while he was in the mosque, saying to him: &lt;b&gt;"O Abu ad-Darda'! Your house has been burned down!"&lt;/b&gt; He replied: &lt;b&gt;"By Allah, it has not been burned down."&lt;/b&gt; They said: &lt;b&gt;"It has been burned down!"&lt;/b&gt; He replied: &lt;b&gt;"By Allah, it has not been burned down."&lt;/b&gt;  They went to see that the fire had consumed everything in the area, and  had stopped right at Abu ad-Darda''s house, and he did not even get up  to go see for himself. They came back and asked him: &lt;b&gt;"What drove you to insist that it had not been burned down?"&lt;/b&gt; He replied: &lt;b&gt;"The  Messenger of Allah had taught me some words that, if I say them, I will  not be stricken with any harm," - he is secure! - "'O Allah, I seek  refuge with You from sadness and grief, and I seek refuge with You from  inability and laziness, and I seek refuge with You from cowardliness and  stinginess, and I seek refuge with You from being overpowered by debts  and men,' so, I made this supplication."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy;"&gt; In regards to this same supplication, Abu Umamah narrated: "I was sitting in the mosque, when the Messenger of Allah asked me: &lt;b&gt;"What is wrong, Abu Umamah?"&lt;/b&gt; I replied: "I am in distress because of a debt that I owe." The Prophet then told me: &lt;b&gt;"Supplicate with these words ('O Allah, I seek refuge with You from sadness and grief...')."&lt;/b&gt; So, I supplicated with these words, and Allah removed my distress, and paid off my debt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abdullah Azzam - ['at-Tarbiyah al-Jihadiyyah wal-Bina''; 5/28-31]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;http://forums.islamicawakening.com/f20/how-to-deal-with-allah-17608/&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2532991874011122499-9137170969993425558?l=salaf-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salaf-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/9137170969993425558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2532991874011122499&amp;postID=9137170969993425558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2532991874011122499/posts/default/9137170969993425558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2532991874011122499/posts/default/9137170969993425558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salaf-stories.blogspot.com/2011/07/o-allaah-i-take-refuge-in-you-from.html' title='&quot;O Abu ad-Darda&apos;! Your house has been burned down!&quot;'/><author><name>salaf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751293969862581404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2532991874011122499.post-5769619197277064963</id><published>2011-06-24T11:23:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T11:25:23.568+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='end times'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='afghan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='war'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='osama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mahdi'/><title type='text'>The Dream of Osama when 9yrs old... (Black flags from the East &amp; al Mahdi's coming..)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: #ffff66; color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;The Dream of Shaykh&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; Osama bin Laden (may Allah have mercy on him)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; This incident was narrated to me by a student of knowledge who spent more than 20 years in the company of scholars acquiring knowledge. He told me about a dream that Shaykh Osama bin Laden had when he was 9 years old, which indicated that Allah swt was preparing Shaykh Osama bin Laden, may Allah have mercy on him, since childhood, for battles against the Crusaders.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; He told me that once he was sitting with a companion and discussing the deplorable condition of the Ummah but that all the incidents taking place in the Muslim Ummah are going according to Allah’s plan and that it is certain that the victory of Allah the Almighty will come. He will surely send a Leader and a Guide from amongst our Ummah who will deliver the humiliated and pitiful Ummah to the enlightened path of ascent and loftiness. We started thinking that who could be such a person!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; Immediately, the thought of Shaykh Osama bin Laden came to our minds, since he has made innumerable sacrifices for the sake of the Ummah. On this, my companion smiled and said, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;“I will narrate to you a dream of Shaykh Osama bin Laden; you will be pleased to hear it, and your love for the mujahideen will only increase.”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; He said, &lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;“I was in al-Madinah al-Munawwarah at the house of a Scholar &lt;/span&gt;who used to lecture at the Prophet’s masjid. We had just arrived at his house when someone knocked on the door. The Shaykh returned with a person of luminous and honorable appearance who was about 80 years old.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;  “The host welcomed him and requested the Tafsir of a few verses from the Qur’an. We quietly listened to him while the guest Shaykh recited a few verses, and then he gave the Tafsir of those verses. By Allah, I had studied a number of Tafsirs, but that Shaykh was a sea of knowledge. When he completed his lesson, the host invited him for a meal, but he declined politely, and we came to understand that he was fasting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; “Eventually, the guest asked for permission to leave, but the host insisted,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;b&gt;‘Until you narrate to us &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: #ffff66; color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;the dream of Shaykh&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; Osama bin Laden once more, you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;will not get the permission to leave.’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; “The Shaykh smiled and asked, ‘The dream that Shaykh Osama bin Laden had&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; when he was 9 years old?’ The host replied in the affirmative.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; This is how that Shaykh narrated the incident:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;  “’I was a close friend of Muhammed bin Laden, the father of Osama bin Laden.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; Many times I would be in his company. And many times, I used to visit his house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; regarding work related to construction. During the discussions, our talk would&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; be disturbed by the playing of his children, and then he would ask them to go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; out and play.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; “’But I was surprised to see that he would always ask one particular son to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; sit beside him. I asked him, &lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;“Why don’t you let this son of yours to play&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; with his other brothers? Is he sick?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; “’Mohammed bin Laden smiled and said, &lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;“No, there something special about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; this son of mine.”’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; “’When I asked his name, he said, &lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;“His name is Osama, and he is 9 years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; old. Let me share with you something strange which happened a few days ago. My &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;son woke me up few minutes before the morning prayer and told me&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;‘Dear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt; father, I want to tell you about a dream that I had.’ &lt;/span&gt;I thought he must have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; had a nightmare. I made ablution and took him along with me to Masjid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;“’“On the way, he told me,&lt;b&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;‘In the dream, I saw myself in a huge, flat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br style="color: #38761d;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt; area. I saw an army mounted on white horses moving towards me. All of them were&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;wearing black turbans. One of the horsemen, who had shiny eyes, came up to me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;and asked me, “Are you Osama bin Muhammed bin Laden?” I replied, “Yes.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;He then asked me again, “Are you Osama bin Muhammed bin Laden?” I again &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;replied, “Yes, that is me.” He again asked, “Are you Osama bin Muhammed&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;bin Laden?” Then I said, “By Allah, I am Osama bin Laden.” He moved a flag &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;towards me and said, “Hand this flag over to Imam Mahdi Muhammad bin Abdullah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;at the gates of Al-Quds.” I took the flag from him, and I saw that the army &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;started marching behind me.’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; “’Muhammed bin Laden said, &lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;“I was surprised at that but, due to business&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; at work, I forgot about the dream. The next morning, he woke me up just before&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;the morning prayer and narrated the same dream. The same thing happened on the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;third morning also. Now, I began to worry for my son. I decided to take him with&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;me to a knowledgeable person who can interpret dreams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; “’“Accordingly, I took Osama to a person of knowledge and informed him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; about the whole incident. He looked at us with surprise and asked, ‘&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Is this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt; your same son who had the dream?’&lt;/span&gt; I said, &lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;‘Yes.”&lt;/span&gt; He kept staring at Osama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; for some time. My concern multiplied. He comforted me and said, ‘I will ask&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; you a few questions. I am sure that you will answer them truthfully.’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; “’“He asked Osama, &lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;‘Son, do you remember anything about that flag which&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt; that horseman gave you?’&lt;/span&gt; Osama replied,&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt; ‘Yes, I remember it.’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; “’“He asked him, &lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;‘Can you describe it, how it was?’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; “’“Osama said, &lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;‘It was similar to the flag of Saudi Arabia, but its&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; color was not green but black, and there was something written on it in white&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; color.’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;“’“He then put the next question to Osama,&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt; ‘Did you ever see yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt; also fighting?’&lt;/span&gt; Osama replied, &lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;‘I commonly see such dreams.’&lt;/span&gt; He then asked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; Osama to go out of the room and do recitation of the Qur’an.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; “’“Then that person of knowledge turned towards me and asked, &lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;‘Where is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; your ancestry from?’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;“’“I replied from Hadramawt in Yemen. Then, he asked me to tell him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; something about my tribe. I replied that we are related to the tribe of Shanwah&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;which is a Qahtani tribe from Yemen. He then cried out the Takbir loudly and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;called in Osama and kissed him while crying. He also said that the signs of the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;hour are near.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: #990000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;“’“’O Muhammed bin Laden, this son of yours will prepare an army for&lt;br /&gt;Imam Mahdi and for the sake of protecting his religion, he will migrate to the region of Khurasan [Afghanistan]. O Osama ! Blessed is he who will do Jihad by your side and undone and disappointed be he who leaves you alone and fights against you.’”’”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;--- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;[1] On the authority of Thawban, the Messenger of Allah (upon whom be  blessings and peace) said:The Prophet Sallallahu ‘Alaihi Wa Sallam said:  "Before your treasure, three will kill each other -- all of them are  sons of a different caliph but none will be the recipient. &lt;b&gt;Then the  Black Banners will appear from the East and they will kill you in a way  that has never before been done by a nation."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thawban, a companion said: 'Then he said something that I do not  remember by heart' then continued to say that the Prophet, praise and  peace be upon him, said: "If you see him give him your allegiance, even  if you have to crawl over ice, because surely he is the Caliph of Allah,  the Mahdi.&lt;b&gt; If you see the black (meaning war) flags coming from  Khurasan (Afghanistan), join that army, even if you have to crawl over  ice, for this is the army of the Caliph, the Mahdi and no one can stop  that army until it reaches Jerusalem."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Son of Majah, Al Busiri, Al Hakim, Ahmad Nuaym, Ad-Daylami, Hasan, son of Sufyaan, and Abu Nuaym.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Related by Abu Hurayrah: The Prophet Sallallahu ‘Alaihi Wa Sallam said:&lt;b&gt;  "(Armies carrying) black flags will come from Khurasan (Afghanistan). No  power will be able to stop them and they will finally reach Jerusalem  where they will erect their flags."&lt;/b&gt; (Tirmidhi)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Muhammad, son of Al Hanaffia, said:"The Black Banners will come out for  the children of Al Abbas.&lt;b&gt; The other black banners will come from  Khurasan [Afghanistan area]. Their turbans will be black and their clothes white.&lt;/b&gt; At their  front will be a man named Shuayb, the son of Salih, from Tamim. They  will defeat the companions of The Sufyaani until he comes to the House  of Jerusalem where he will establish his power for the Mahdi, and he  will be supplied with three hundred (men) from Syria after his arrival  and the matter will be settled for the Mahdi in seventy-two months (six  years)."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;NOTE: The authenticity of these hadeeth reports is disputed.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ahlalhdeeth.com/vbe/showthread.php?t=5331"&gt;http://www.ahlalhdeeth.com/vbe/showthread.php?t=5331&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2532991874011122499-5769619197277064963?l=salaf-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salaf-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/5769619197277064963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2532991874011122499&amp;postID=5769619197277064963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2532991874011122499/posts/default/5769619197277064963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2532991874011122499/posts/default/5769619197277064963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salaf-stories.blogspot.com/2011/06/dream-of-osama-when-9yrs-old-black.html' title='The Dream of Osama when 9yrs old... (Black flags from the East &amp; al Mahdi&apos;s coming..)'/><author><name>salaf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751293969862581404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2532991874011122499.post-3518450724614124510</id><published>2011-06-24T11:01:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T11:01:57.233+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hajjaj'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brave'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yemen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rulers'/><title type='text'>The Yemeni Who Stood Up to Al-Hajjaj Ibn Yusuf</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Tawus ibn Kaysan, one of the righteous students of  Ibn ‘Abbas and a  Muhaddith said, ‘I entered the Haram (Makkah) to  perform ‘Umrah and when  I completed it, I prayed 2 units of prayer  behind the Maqam of  Ibrahim and then I sat down. I turned to look at  the people in the  mosque when behold, I saw a group of people with  weapons, swords, spears  and shields! I looked and it was al-Hajjaj ibn  Yusuf, the Amir of  blood-shed, about whom Laila al-Akhiliya said,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="color: #134f5c;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;حجاج أنت الذي ما فوقه  أحد&lt;br /&gt;Hajjaj, you are the one above whom there is none&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="color: #134f5c;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;إلا الخليفة المستغفر  الصمد&lt;br /&gt;Except the True Ruler, the Forgiving and Eternal One  (Allah)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="color: #134f5c;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;قتل مائة نفس وقتل سعيد  بن جبير&lt;br /&gt;He (Hajjaj) killed a hundred souls and he killed Sa’id ibn Jubayr &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Al-Hajjaj  once said, ‘I saw in my dream that Allah killed me once  for every soul  I killed except for Sa’id ibn Jubayr for Allah killed me  on the Sirat  (path over Hellfire) seventy times because of him.’&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Tawus  continues: ‘I saw the commotion so I kept seated in my place.  Whilst  in that state, I saw a poor, ascetic worshipper from Yemen. He  went to  circumambulate around the Ka’bah, then he came to pray 2 units  of  prayer when suddenly his garment clung to a spear from the spears of   the army of Hajjaj, and so the spear fell on al-Hajjaj! He stopped him   and said, ‘Who are you?’ He said, ‘Muslim.’ He said, ‘Where  are you  from?’ He said, ‘From Yemen.’ He said, ‘How  is my brother with you  people?’ (– He meant his brother Muhammad  ibn Yusuf who was also a  tyrannical ruler like him). He said, ‘I  left him as a fat man with a  fat stomach.’ Al-Hajjaj said, ‘I  didn’t ask you about his health but I  asked you about his justice.’  He said, ‘I left him as a deceiving and  oppressive ruler.’&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;He said, ‘Don’t you know who I am?’ So the man said,  ‘Who are you?’ He said, ‘I am al-Hajjaj ibn Yusuf!’ So the  man said,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="color: #cc0000; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;أتظن أنه يعز بك أكثر من اعتزازي  بالله؟&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Do you think that he (your brother) is mightier and strengthened by  you more than I am by Allah?’&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Tawus said, ‘When he said that, all my hair stood on end. But  al-Hajjaj let him go and left him.’&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="color: #274e13;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;فَاللّهُ  خَيْرٌ حَافِظاً وَهُوَ أَرْحَمُ الرَّاحِمِينَ&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="color: #274e13;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;“…  But Allah is the Best of Protectors and He is the Most Merciful of  those who show Mercy.”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Yusuf 12: 64]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;- Taken from احفظ الله يحفظك [If you guard Allah, He will Guard you] by ‘Aidh  al-Qarni.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2532991874011122499-3518450724614124510?l=salaf-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salaf-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/3518450724614124510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2532991874011122499&amp;postID=3518450724614124510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2532991874011122499/posts/default/3518450724614124510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2532991874011122499/posts/default/3518450724614124510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salaf-stories.blogspot.com/2011/06/yemeni-who-stood-up-to-al-hajjaj-ibn.html' title='The Yemeni Who Stood Up to Al-Hajjaj Ibn Yusuf'/><author><name>salaf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751293969862581404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2532991874011122499.post-8499748645661146007</id><published>2011-05-04T11:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T11:54:58.585+01:00</updated><title type='text'>"I am Ibrahim.." - a story of Brotherhood &amp; Sacrifice.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am Ibrahim.."&lt;/i&gt; A Story of Brotherhood &amp;amp; Sacrifice.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hajjaj ibn Yusuf had given orders for the arrest of Ibrahim an-Nakha'i.&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The person deputed to locate him ended up at &lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Ibrahim&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;at-Taymi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;'s and  told him that he had orders to arrest Ibrahim. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said, "I am Ibrahim"&lt;/i&gt;,  (though he knew that the man wanted Ibrahim an-Nakha'i). The man  arrested him and took him to Hajjaj who &lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;imprisoned him in a place that  neither recieved sunlight nor was protected from severe cold. Another  person was enchained in the same fetters with him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br style="color: #20124d;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;Ibrahim  at-Taymi's condition deteriorated. When his mother visited him, she  could not recognise him till he spoke to her. He remained in this cell  till his death therein.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hajjaj's dream&lt;/u&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hajjaj saw a  dream that very night in which &lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;someone announced that a person had died  that day who would go to Paradise.&lt;/span&gt; In the morning, Hajjaj made enquiries  and was told that Ibrahim Taymi had died in prison. Hajjaj commented,  "This was one of the dreams in which the devils attack (men)".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Burial&lt;/u&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, Hajjaj ordered that Ibrahim must be buried. He had died in 92 AH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;[Source:  ONE HUNDRED ASCETICS and their Chief MUHAMMAD. -  Muhammad Siddiq  al-Manshawi. P186. (Darul Ishaat - Karachi - Pakistan. ISBN:  969-428-154-7)]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Help the Prisoners:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://cageprisoners.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;CagePrisoners.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://voiceforjustice.usersboard.com/"&gt;http://voiceforjustice.usersboard.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2532991874011122499-8499748645661146007?l=salaf-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salaf-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/8499748645661146007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2532991874011122499&amp;postID=8499748645661146007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2532991874011122499/posts/default/8499748645661146007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2532991874011122499/posts/default/8499748645661146007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salaf-stories.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-am-ibrahim-story-of-brotherhood.html' title='&quot;I am Ibrahim..&quot; - a story of Brotherhood &amp; Sacrifice.'/><author><name>salaf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751293969862581404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2532991874011122499.post-8775731551081806464</id><published>2011-05-04T11:09:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T11:15:41.585+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Poem: "She was asleep. I kissed her. She awoke..."</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;قال القاضي عبد الوهاب المالكي&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qādhi ‘Abd’l-Wahhāb al-Māliki said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ونائمةٍ قبَّلتها فتنبَّهَتْ … وقالَتْ تعالَوْا فاطلُبُوا اللِّصَّ بالحدِّ&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;She was asleep. I kissed her. She awoke.&lt;br /&gt;She shouted, “Help! Establish the law against this thief!”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;فقلتُ لها إنِّي فَدَيتكِ غاصبٌ … وما حكمُوا في غاصبٍ بسوَى الرَّدِّ&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;So I said to her, “But I sacrificed myself for you! I took it by force I admit!&lt;br /&gt;But they didn’t rule on the Usurper other than it is to be given back!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;خُذيها وكُفِّي عنْ أَثيمٍ ظلامة … وإن أَنتِ لم ترضَيْ فأَلف على عدِّ&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Take it and stop punishing this oppressive soul!&lt;br /&gt;If that doesn’t satisfy you, then take a thousand instead!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;فقالتْ قصاصٌ يشهدُ العقلُ أَنَّه … على كبدِ الجاني أَلذُّ من الشَّهْدِ&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;She said, “This kind of punishment, everyone bears witness no doubt&lt;br /&gt;That it is sweeter for the Criminal than honey itself!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;فباتَتْ يَميني وهي هميانُ خصرها … وباتَتْ يَساري وهي واسطَةُ العقدِ&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;So my right hand spent the night and it was her belt.&lt;br /&gt;And my left hand spent the night and it was her necklace.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;فقالتْ أَلم أخْبَرْ بأَنَّكَ زاهدٌ … فقلتُ بلَى ما زلتُ أَزهدُ في الزُّهْدِ&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;She said, “Was I not told that you were a pious man?!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #990000;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt; So I said, “Indeed! I am still a pious man when it comes to piety!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easy tiger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This wonderful little poem needs a little bit of explanation so here goes:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ونائمةٍ قبَّلتها فتنبَّهَتْ … وقالَتْ تعالَوْا فاطلُبُوا اللِّصَّ بالحدِّ&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;She was asleep. I kissed her. She awoke.&lt;br /&gt;She shouted, “Help! Establish the law against this thief!”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He goes up to a sleeping girl (who could be anyone – of course  someone lawful – that doesn’t really matter here) and kisses her. It  wakes her up and in anger she calls for someone to grab this criminal  and give him the &lt;i&gt;hadd &lt;/i&gt;(a prescribed punishment). She’s clearly angry and decides to call him a &lt;i&gt;thief &lt;/i&gt;for what he’s done, probably because she can’t think at that moment which kind of crime he’s really perpetrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;فقلتُ لها إنِّي فَدَيتكِ غاصبٌ … وما حكمُوا في غاصبٍ بسوَى الرَّدِّ&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: black;" /&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;br style="color: black;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;So I said to her, “But I sacrificed myself for you! I took it by force I admit!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: black;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; But they didn’t rule on the Usurper other than it is to be given back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;He then responds and says, “Look, be fair. I did all this for you! I  haven’t stolen anything so I can’t be a thief and therefore you can’t  ask for a &lt;i&gt;hadd &lt;/i&gt;against me can you?”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wants to convince her that if he has done a crime, then it’s &lt;i&gt;ghasb&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;i&gt;Ghasb &lt;/i&gt;is “to usurp” and even &lt;i&gt;that &lt;/i&gt;isn’t a very accurate translation. &lt;i&gt;Ghasb &lt;/i&gt;is to forcefully and oppressively take something without “stealing” (&lt;i&gt;sariqah&lt;/i&gt;) it as such, robbing it (&lt;i&gt;tashlīh&lt;/i&gt;), pick-pocketing it (&lt;i&gt;nashl&lt;/i&gt;) or harming the other party physically (&lt;i&gt;qat‘ al-tarīq&lt;/i&gt; etc). All of these four categories have different punishments and likewise &lt;i&gt;ghasb &lt;/i&gt;is  a fifth category of many possible further categories. Now I know you’re  thinking, “but they’re all the same thing aren’t they?!” but in the &lt;i&gt;Sharī‘ah&lt;/i&gt;,  the scholars differed much over these separate categories and the  punishments associated to each type. For example, a pick-pocket takes  something which isn’t guarded as such, whereas a thief who gets his hand  cut must have stolen something which is properly guarded or closed off  to the public according to the majority of the scholars such as breaking  and entering into your home at night. The other categories have some  force and violence attached to the crime.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;As for &lt;i&gt;ghasb&lt;/i&gt;: sometimes it can be fraudulent i.e. you ‘blag’  your boundary post and take someone else’s land or more practically  another example is if I’m in the street and I shout you down and just  snatch something off you whilst you’re holding it, but I don’t run off  or anything, then you’ve got a better idea now of what &lt;i&gt;ghasb &lt;/i&gt;is and how it’s different to the other categories of “stealing”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;The main thing to understand is that the mass majority of scholars  have agreed that the Usurper has no punishment other than that he must  return the item he usurped and then make &lt;i&gt;tawbah&lt;/i&gt;. Others said he must ask for pardon from the aggrieved party as well, but other than that, the State does not get involved.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what our cheeky but clever &lt;i&gt;Faqih &lt;/i&gt;romantic has decided to do is to ‘play’ this woman he’s just kissed. And he tells her, “Look, what I’ve done is only &lt;i&gt;ghasb&lt;/i&gt;!  Okay, I took a kiss from you by force – but I don’t know why you’re  asking for the sword! All the scholars have agreed that the only  punishment for the Usurper is that he gives back that what he’s taken!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: #990000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;خُذيها وكُفِّي عنْ أَثيمٍ ظلامة … وإن أَنتِ لم ترضَيْ فأَلف على عدِّ&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: black;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Take it and stop punishing this oppressive soul!&lt;br /&gt;If that doesn’t satisfy you, then take a thousand instead!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He’s clearly got so far using his wits and now his real cheekiness  comes out. Appealing to her sense of humour and excitement, he’s  actually asking her to kiss him just once to take back what he has taken  from her in usurpation. And like every artful dodger, he’s now turned  the tables and assumed the role of the aggrieved party, the underdog,  the &lt;i&gt;miskeen&lt;/i&gt;, the oppressed one!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He then goes further and says, “If you’re not happy with what the scholars demand (i.e. like for like is given back in &lt;i&gt;ghasb&lt;/i&gt;), then I tell you what, take extra from me as my punishment, no problem! In fact, kiss me a thousand times as my punishment!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: #990000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;فقالتْ قصاصٌ يشهدُ العقلُ أَنَّه … على كبدِ الجاني أَلذُّ من الشَّهْدِ&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: black;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;She said, “This kind of punishment, everyone bears witness no doubt&lt;br /&gt;That it is sweeter for the Criminal than honey itself!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She’s clearly warming to this cheeky scholar now, and is only stating  the obvious here that, “There is no way I’m going to give you exactly  what you wanted all along! You call that a punishment?!”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it’s far too late now, and she’s fallen for his charm; if you’re sixteen or under, please close this page now. Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;فباتَتْ يَميني وهي هميانُ خصرها … وباتَتْ يَساري وهي واسطَةُ العقدِ&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; So my right hand spent the night and it was her belt.&lt;br /&gt;And my left hand spent the night and it was her necklace.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is my central heating on too high or what?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Here is Arab poetry at its most daring: our romantic has completed  his seduction of his prey and has now spent the night with her. Not just  that, but what is being described (poorly in English of course and much  more sensitively in the Arabic) is how he’s lying next to her and  holding her very close, around her waist and very gently across her neck  and &lt;i&gt;what &lt;/i&gt;on Earth am I doing still talking about this line…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;فقالتْ أَلم أخْبَرْ بأَنَّكَ زاهدٌ … فقلتُ بلَى ما زلتُ أَزهدُ في الزُّهْدِ&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; She said, “Was I not told that you were a pious man!”&lt;br /&gt;So I said, “Indeed! I am still a pious man when it comes to piety!”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Perhaps the cleverest line of the poem, which could mean something  else but I’ve translated it this way: as we said before, the woman has  completely fallen for this chap and is now teasing him, “I thought I was  told that you were an ascetic/pious man (&lt;i&gt;Zāhid&lt;/i&gt;).” Normally, &lt;i&gt;zuhd &lt;/i&gt;or ascetism as practiced by the masters of &lt;i&gt;Tasawwuf &lt;/i&gt;is to completely renounce the &lt;i&gt;dunya&lt;/i&gt;,  almost like a form of monasticism but without that kind of extremism.  But clearly she is claiming that enjoying oneself with women in such a  way would be against the way of &lt;i&gt;zuhd &lt;/i&gt;as such.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So our star of the show dead-pans a response playing on the fact that &lt;i&gt;zuhd &lt;/i&gt;doesn’t have any agreed upon &lt;i&gt;Shar‘i &lt;/i&gt;definition,  decides to give the word his own definition i.e. piety and thus being  good, praying, fasting and all those things that one would expect day to  day from an &lt;i&gt;‘Alim&lt;/i&gt; – but don’t try and put the fun that I’m having with women in that category!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there we are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This poem was written by the inimitable Qādhi ‘Abd’l-Wahhāb al-Māliki al-Baghdādi (&lt;i&gt;rahimullāh&lt;/i&gt;); he was one of the famous Imams of Iraq and from the leaders of &lt;i&gt;Ahl’l-Sunnah&lt;/i&gt;. He was the student of the scholar Imām al-Bāqillāni and the Shaykh of the Māliki &lt;i&gt;madhab&lt;/i&gt;. Al-Khatīb al-Baghdādi took from him and considered him to be the most knowledgeable of the Mālikis of his time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;He is most famous for his commentary to Ibn Abi Zayd’s masterpiece&lt;i&gt; al-Risālah&lt;/i&gt;. Amongst many other books, he also has a commentary to the &lt;i&gt;Mudawwana&lt;/i&gt;.  Many quoted from Qādhi ‘Abd’l-Wahhāb especially Ibn Hajr, Ibn Taymiyyah  and Ibn al-Qayyim, who uses him extensively as a reference in his&lt;i&gt; Ijtimā‘ al-Juyūsh’l-Islāmiyyah.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was not only a master of &lt;i&gt;fiqh &lt;/i&gt;but a great poet, with over  165 books attributed to him. His intellect, eloquence and clear skill  in the Arabic language and poetry was much admired in his time and until  this day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ibn Khallikān reported in his &lt;i&gt;Wafāyat’l-A‘yān&lt;/i&gt; the  circumstances of the death of Qādhi ‘Abd’l-Wahhāb. He had suffered for  many years in Baghdad, experiencing very difficult circumstances. Then  he moved to Egypt where he was warmly welcomed and lavishly supported by  the wealthy and good people. All new to him, he wrote of his happiness  in various poems. Not too long after, he had an opportunity to eat some  quality food that he had desired for a long time but he became deathly  ill from it straight away. It was reported that as he was in his last  moments, he said,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;“&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lā ilāha illallāh&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;! Now that we are finally starting to live, we have died!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Miskeen&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;May Allah have mercy upon this great Imam’s soul and grant him the  highest part of Paradise! He was born 362h in Baghdad and he left us in  Cairo, 422h (see a&lt;i&gt;l-Bidāyah w’l-Nihāyah&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;Siyar al-A‘lām&lt;/i&gt; for more detailed information).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;And the point of all this?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Well, just imagine that someone like Shaykh Shu‘ayb al-Arna‘ūt said  something like the above poem, or Shaykh Muhammad Hasan al-Dadu, or  Shaykh Muhammad al-‘Awwāmah, or Shaykh Taqi al-Usmani, or Shaykh  Muhammad Mukhtār al-Shinqītī, or Shaykh Ibn Bāz. Or anyone for that  matter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My goodness. There’d be &lt;b&gt;uproar&lt;/b&gt;. From the &lt;i&gt;ignorant &lt;/i&gt;that is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Firstly, have no doubt that these great and noble scholars of today  wouldn’t reach half the standard of someone like Qādhi ‘Abd’l-Wahhāb  al-Māliki, neither in &lt;i&gt;‘ilm&lt;/i&gt; or &lt;i&gt;‘amal&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;So therefore secondly, let it just be a little reminder to everyone showing the &lt;i&gt;vastness &lt;/i&gt;of our heritage and a reminder to the extremists to just &lt;i&gt;take it easy&lt;/i&gt; a little bit, and a reminder to the modernists and “progressives” that we have &lt;i&gt;no &lt;/i&gt;need  for you to bring into our pure Islam all the new dreams you have in  your inferiority-complex induced sleep in the houses of your Masters of  disbelief and heresy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Alhamdulillāh ‘alā ni‘mat’l-Islām, wa kafā bihā ni‘mah.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;And Allah knows best.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Translated by Abu Eesa Niamatullah:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;http://alternativeentertainment.wordpress.com/2008/10/18/she-was-asleep-i-kissed-her-she-awoke/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2532991874011122499-8775731551081806464?l=salaf-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salaf-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/8775731551081806464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2532991874011122499&amp;postID=8775731551081806464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2532991874011122499/posts/default/8775731551081806464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2532991874011122499/posts/default/8775731551081806464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salaf-stories.blogspot.com/2011/05/poem-she-was-asleep-i-kissed-her-she.html' title='Poem: &quot;She was asleep. 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She awoke...&quot;'/><author><name>salaf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751293969862581404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2532991874011122499.post-9076560175530666845</id><published>2011-04-22T09:55:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T10:06:05.985+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='download'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>Salaf Stories BOOK - Download!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Asalaamu alaykum waRahmatullah waBarakaatuh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Salaf Stories E-Book [DOWNLOAD].&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Are you as &lt;span style="color: navy;"&gt;Committed as Suhaila&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/b&gt; Have you seen an&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt; intelligent Thief&lt;/span&gt; who was &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Fasting &amp;amp; afraid to do Bid'a&lt;/span&gt;? 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The passenger sat  in the back where there was neither roof nor  cover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;There was, however,  a coffin that had been prepared for burial. It  started to rain and the  man, noticing that it was a large coffin, decided to  seek shelter  inside of it. Another passenger came onto the truck and he also  made  his way to the back.&lt;b&gt; He happened to choose a seat beside the coffin.&lt;/b&gt;  While  it continued to rain the second passenger thought that he was  alone in the  truck. Without warning, the first passenger stuck his hand  out of the coffin to  see if the rain had subsided. On seeing the hand,  the second passenger became  terrified, thinking that a dead man in the  coffin was rising to life. From the sheer  terror and shock of the  moment, the man stumbled backwards, fell out of the  truck, and smashed  his head on the pavement, dying instantaneously.&lt;br /&gt;This  unexpected way of dying is how Allah had written for this man to die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;[From: Don't be Sad -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;By Aaidh ibn Abdullah al-Qarni - Chapter Death.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.dont-be-sad-alqarni.com/Death.htm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At-Tantawi  related another story that equally illustrates the  unexpectedness of death. A  bus full of people was moving when the  driver suddenly pressed on the brakes.  The passengers asked him what  was wrong. He said, "I am stopping for this  old man who is waving so  that he can get on the bus." They all said in  wonder, "We do not see  anyone."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He  said, "Look at him over there." They repeated that there  was no one  to be seen. He said confidently, "Now look, he is coming to  get in."  Now the situation was beyond wonder, and they exclaimed,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"By  Allah, we  don't see anyone." Then, in an instant, the driver died in  his seat.&lt;br /&gt;Thus  death came to him in the most bizarre and unexpected of scenarios:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When their term is  reached, neither can they delay it nor can they advance it an hour [or a  moment].&amp;nbsp; (Qur 'an 7: 34)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2532991874011122499-8263903764054979874?l=salaf-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salaf-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/8263903764054979874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2532991874011122499&amp;postID=8263903764054979874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2532991874011122499/posts/default/8263903764054979874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2532991874011122499/posts/default/8263903764054979874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salaf-stories.blogspot.com/2011/04/2-powerful-stories-on-death.html' title='2 Powerful Stories on Death!'/><author><name>salaf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751293969862581404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2532991874011122499.post-4670362975244647452</id><published>2011-04-18T12:23:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T12:23:03.629+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memorisation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hifdh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quran'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memory'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='qur&apos;an'/><title type='text'>Memorizing the Entire Qur'an in 2 months!</title><content type='html'>As-salaamu `alaykum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently heard an incredibly amazing account told by Shaykh Yasir  Salamah, one of the leading Imams and recitors of Egypt. In his audio  tape &lt;a href="http://ia350632.us.archive.org/2/items/rttyytid/mta-arak.rm" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;‘When will I see you as a Haafidh?’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  he speaks of the true account of Muhammad, a brother who after  attending a workshop on memorising Qur’aan and utilising all the  available mediums, went on to memorise the entire Qur’aan within just 50  days (i.e 2 months)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Within 2 months?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. Within 2 months. This is his account and he says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;“I  declared a state of Jihad upon my soul and put death before my eyes. I  made an intention to memorise the Noble Qur’aan. So I abandoned  telephone calls and unnecessary visits, and I changed all the negative  thoughts associated with hifdh (memorisation) to positive and practical  ones e.g. When a thought came to me saying &lt;i&gt;‘I can’t do it!’&lt;/i&gt; I’d say, &lt;b&gt;‘I can do it.’&lt;/b&gt; If it said, &lt;i&gt;‘My memory is weak!’&lt;/i&gt; I’d say &lt;b&gt;‘I take pleasure in having a great memory.’&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I chose the masjid as the place of my hifdh as it preserves three:&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;1. The eyes&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;2. The ears&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;3. The tongue&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I  followed a specific dietary program consisting of eating dates, fruits  and honey - and fasting helped me a great deal in that. I used to wake  up before salaat al-Fajr by 2 and a half hours and I slept 2 hours after  ‘Isha. I used to wake up for Tahajjud (the night prayer), prolonging my  sujood wherein I would call upon Allaah ta’alaa to ease for me my  affair. I would also seek forgiveness 100 times.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy;"&gt;I  began to memorise 5 pages and would recite them in the Sunnah prayers  of Fajr. After salaat al-Fajr, I would begin the memorisation of 5 new  pages and at the end, I would recite them in the 2 raka’ahs of salaat  al-Duhaa, all the time thanking Allaah for easing the memorisation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy;"&gt;I  would perfect the recitation of what I had memorised by listening to  tapes of one of the recitors. I would read about the qiraa’ah in books  or via the Muqaddimah al-Jazariyyah (poem on the ahkam of tajweed).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy;"&gt;After  salaat al-Dhuhr, I would repeat everything that I had memorised  previously beginning from the 1st Juz, until salaat al-’Asr. After the  ‘Asr prayer, I would repeat the new portion of hifdh and the juz before.  After the Maghrib prayer, I would prepare the recitation of 10 new  pages and it was only after salaat al-’Isha that I’d review the Qur’aan  with my teacher, may Allaah reward him well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy;"&gt;Before  retiring to bed, I would listen to all that I memorised in the day from  cassettes and I would be sitting for 6 continuous hours, without any  boredom or feeling tired. In the 1st week, I would sit for 6 hours,  memorising and revising. In the 2nd week, I would sit for 8 hours. In  the 3rd week, it was 10 hours and in the 4th week, it was 12 hours. In  the last 10 days, I was sitting for 14 hours memorising and revising.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy;"&gt;The  hardest times for me were when it came to sleeping and eating. I  ardently wished that the period of sleep would end quickly so that I  could start my hifdh of the Noble of Qur’aan. Everytime I began to read  the Qur’aan and memorise, I felt such delight and enjoyment that I had  never felt before. Du’a was an important factor for me before and after  hifdh. I would memorise a page whilst sitting down and then repeat it  whilst walking. My teacher played an important role in encouraging me,  in revision, in correcting me and benefiting me in terms of Tajweed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy;"&gt;In  the last week, on the night of 20th Ramadan, only 4 and a half juz  remained until completion of hifdh. So I turned to Allaah to open up my  way and ease it for me. I went on to memorise it in 6 days with the Help  of Allaah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: darkslategrey;"&gt;Laylatul-Qadr  came, the night of delight and happiness - it was like a wedding night  to me. My completion of hifdh took place between Maghrib and ‘Isha in  the masjid with the Imam and those in I’tikaaf. We began the khatma  (reciting from beginning till end of the Book). In the end, during the  du’aa, my heart opened up greatly and I began to weep like never before.  It was the most beautiful hour of my life. Allaah had honoured me with  the memorisation of His Book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: darkslategrey;"&gt;During  the du’aa, I remembered a dream I had more than 10 years ago… I was a  Mu’adhin of a mosque and after Fajr salaah, I sat remembering Allaah in  the mosque. I felt sleepy so I took a nap in the middle of the mosque,  and behold! I found myself amidst a gathering. A powerful ray of light  descended from the sky down to the middle of the masjid. From that light  came many angels and between them were 2 big Angels. One of them turned  towards me and took me to the light. I entered along with the 2 angels.  I then found myself on top of a large green tree - I began to climb it  in the companionship of the 2 angels. We found angels standing by the  door of the 1st heaven. They said to me &lt;i&gt;‘Where are you going?’&lt;/i&gt; They opened up a book and said, &lt;i&gt;‘We don’t have your name with us, so climb onwards to the top.’&lt;/i&gt; And likewise, all the time (through each heaven), they said the same thing to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: darkslategrey;"&gt;Upon arriving at the 7th heaven, we reached the end of the tree. I found angels standing at the door and they said, &lt;i&gt;‘Are you Muhammad?’&lt;/i&gt; I said, &lt;i&gt;‘Yes.’&lt;/i&gt; They said, &lt;i&gt;‘Enter, for the Messenger of Allaah (sallallaahu `alayhi wa sallam) wants you.’&lt;/i&gt; I said to the 2 angels that were with me&lt;i&gt; ‘Come in with me.’&lt;/i&gt; They said, &lt;i&gt;‘We can’t enter. But we will wait for you.’&lt;/i&gt;  So I entered Jannah and behold, I saw therein what no eye has seen, no  ear has heard and had never entered in the heart of Man. Angels were  surrounding me and there was a door, on top of it was written لا&lt;b&gt; إله إلا الله محمد رسول الله. جنة الفردوس &lt;/b&gt;(There is no God but Allaah and Muhammad is His Messenger. Al-Firdaws Paradise).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: darkslategrey;"&gt;The  Angels opened the door and I entered. Before me was the Messenger of  Allaah (sallallaahu `alayhi wa sallam) sitting at the top end and beside  him were men, some that I recognised and some that I didn’t. In front  of him were a very large group of men, women and children. They wore  white clothes, and they were so many that they had a beginning but no  end. All of them were reciting Qur’aan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: darkslategrey;"&gt;The  Messenger of Allaah (sallallaahu `alayhi wa sallam) called me and I  went up to him. He got up and made some space for me. I kissed him and  he sat me down besides him. I asked him &lt;i&gt;‘Who are these people O Messenger of Allah?’&lt;/i&gt; He said, &lt;i&gt;‘These are the people who have memorised the Book of Allaah `azza wa jall.’ &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: darkslategrey;"&gt;Inshaa’Allaah  ta’ala, the dream ended in truth. I never spoke to anyone about it  until the night that I completed the memorisation of the Qur’aan.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Allahu Akbar, if this is not tawfeeq from Allaah and determination… I don’t know what is!&lt;br /&gt;_____________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Transcribed and edited from the audio &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://ia350632.us.archive.org/2/items/rttyytid/mta-arak.rm" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;‘When will I see you as a Haafidh?’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt; by Shaykh Yasir Salamah, hafidhahullah. Rest of the series located &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ahlalhdeeth.com/vb/showthread.php?t=110453" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2532991874011122499-4670362975244647452?l=salaf-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salaf-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/4670362975244647452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2532991874011122499&amp;postID=4670362975244647452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2532991874011122499/posts/default/4670362975244647452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2532991874011122499/posts/default/4670362975244647452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salaf-stories.blogspot.com/2011/04/memorizing-entire-quran-in-2-months.html' title='Memorizing the Entire Qur&apos;an in 2 months!'/><author><name>salaf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751293969862581404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2532991874011122499.post-283787163271491160</id><published>2011-04-14T07:21:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T07:21:33.195+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='forgiveness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='patience'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='war'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anger'/><title type='text'>‘By Allah, I will not leave him for anyone!’</title><content type='html'>Jarir b. ‘Abdullah al-Bajali reported that in a battle there was a man  with Abu Musa al-Ash’ari who was very brave and damaging against the  enemies. After the battle they collected the booty. Abu Musa granted the  man only a portion of the booty he deserved and not all. The man  refused to accept anything less than what he deserved. As a result, Abu  Musa gave him ten lashes and shaved off his head. The man collected his  hair and went off to ‘Umar as he was sitting in his gathering. He struck  ‘Umar’s chest with his hair and said, &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;‘I swear by Allah! If it wasn’t  for the fire of Hell, I would have dealt with your deputy myself!’&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; He  then related to him what Abu Musa did to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;‘Umar then wrote to Abu Musa saying, ‘To proceed; So-and-so has  related to me such-and-such. If you did this to him in public, then I  swear you must also sit in public view so the man could exact revenge.  If you did this to him in private then you may sit privately.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man took the letter to Abu Musa. The people said, &lt;b&gt;‘Forgive him.’&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; ‘By Allah, I will not leave him for anyone!’&lt;/b&gt; said the man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Abu Musa sat down for him to exact revenge, the man looked up at the sky and said, &lt;b&gt;‘O Allah, I have forgiven him.’&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;hr align="left" size="1" width="33%" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://forums.islamicawakening.com/#_ednref1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sirat ‘Umar b. al-Khattab by al-Baltaji 97-98.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2532991874011122499-283787163271491160?l=salaf-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salaf-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/283787163271491160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2532991874011122499&amp;postID=283787163271491160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2532991874011122499/posts/default/283787163271491160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2532991874011122499/posts/default/283787163271491160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salaf-stories.blogspot.com/2011/04/by-allah-i-will-not-leave-him-for.html' title='‘By Allah, I will not leave him for anyone!’'/><author><name>salaf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751293969862581404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2532991874011122499.post-294288140914627504</id><published>2011-04-10T12:08:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T12:08:08.950+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='war'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='history'/><title type='text'>Poem:  "Respond to Allah’s call, woe to you, respond!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;أحلَّ الكفر بالإسلام ضيماً ……… يطول به على الدين النحيبُ&lt;br /&gt;فحقٌّ ضائع وحمى مُباح ……… وسيف قاطع ودم صبيبُ&lt;br /&gt;وكم من مسلم أمسى سليباً ……… ومسلمة لها حرم سليبُ&lt;br /&gt;وكم من مسجد جعلوه ديراً ……… على محرابه نُصب الصليبُ&lt;br /&gt;أمور لو تأمَّلهنَّ طفل ……… لثارَ في مفارقه المشيب&lt;br /&gt;أتُسبى المسلمات بكلِّ ثغرٍ ……… وعيش المسلمين إذاً يطيب&lt;br /&gt;أما لله والإسلام حق ……… يدافع عنه شُبانٌ وشيبُ؟&lt;br /&gt;فقل لذوي البصائر حيثُ كانوا ……… أجيبوا الله ويحكمو&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;أجيبوا&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;What injustice Kufr has inflicted upon Islam&lt;br /&gt;That has brought on great lamentation for the religion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A right lost, a sanctuary violated,&lt;br /&gt;A piercing sword, flowing blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many a Muslim has been looted,&lt;br /&gt;And how many a Muslimah her sanctity defiled,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many a Masjid has been made a monastery,&lt;br /&gt;A crucifix erected upon its mihrab?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such events, were a child to reflect,&lt;br /&gt;They would turn white his hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can Muslim women be enslaved at every frontier,&lt;br /&gt;While Muslims yet live in comfort?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does not Allah or Islam have a right&lt;br /&gt;That young and old must rise to defend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say to the men of understanding wherever they may be,&lt;br /&gt;"Respond to Allah’s call, woe to you, respond!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://forums.islamicawakening.com/f41/one-of-best-arabic-poems-all-time-33966/"&gt;Source&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2532991874011122499-294288140914627504?l=salaf-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salaf-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/294288140914627504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2532991874011122499&amp;postID=294288140914627504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2532991874011122499/posts/default/294288140914627504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2532991874011122499/posts/default/294288140914627504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salaf-stories.blogspot.com/2011/04/poem-respond-to-allahs-call-woe-to-you.html' title='Poem:  &quot;Respond to Allah’s call, woe to you, respond!&quot;'/><author><name>salaf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751293969862581404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2532991874011122499.post-8820788099841484107</id><published>2011-04-06T13:57:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T13:57:21.907+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='europe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='war'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='abu sabaaya'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='italy'/><title type='text'>Asad bin al-Furat: The Conqueror of Southern Italy</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;asalaam alaikum warahmatatulah&lt;/b&gt; wabarakatuh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://iskandrani.wordpress.com/2008/06/27/asad-bin-al-furat-the-conquerer-of-southern-italy/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt;Asad bin al-Furat: The Conqueror of Southern Italy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt;adh-Dhahabi introduced him in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt;‘Siyar A’lam an-Nubala”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt; (9/14):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt;“Asad bin al-Furat, the &lt;i&gt;Imam&lt;/i&gt;, the &lt;i&gt;‘Allamah&lt;/i&gt;, the &lt;i&gt;Qadi&lt;/i&gt;, the &lt;i&gt;Amir&lt;/i&gt;, the forerunner of the &lt;i&gt;Mujahidin&lt;/i&gt;,  Abu ‘Abdillah al-Harrani then al-Maghribi. He was born in Harran in 144  according to Ibn Makula. Others have said he was born in 145.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt;In &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt;‘Shajarat an-Nur az-Zakiyyah fi Tabaqat al-Malikiyyah’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt; (p. 62), &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt;Shaykh &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt;Muhammad Makhluf al-Maliki said:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt;“He traveled with his father when he was two  years of age with the army of Arabs under the leadership of Ibn  al-Ash’ath, and he entered Qayrawan in the year 146. He then entered  Tunis and dedicated himself to reciting and studying the Qur’an and its  sciences. He heard &lt;i&gt;‘al-Muwatta”&lt;/i&gt; from Ibn Ziyad (’Ali bin Ziyad  at-Tunisi), and when he was eighteen, he traveled east. He lived in  Madinah for some time, and reviewed &lt;i&gt;‘al-Muwatta”&lt;/i&gt; with Malik himself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt;He then traveled to Iraq and met the most famous  companions of Abu Hanifah, including the two leading scholars Abu Yusuf  and Muhammad bin al-Hasan. He obtained much useful knowledge from them,  and he then traveled to Egypt and met a group of the most famous  scholars including ‘Abd ar-Rahman bin al-Qasim. He stayed with him for  some time, and this is where he wrote &lt;i&gt;‘al-Asadiyyah.’ &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt;He then returned to Qayrawan, and this is where  he became famous for his knowledge and his reputation became great. In  the year 212, the governor Ziyadatullah al-Aghlabi gathered his army  naval fleet and prepared them to invade Sicily, and the commander and  judge of the army was Asad bin al-Furat. He went out as part of a huge  caravan that included scholars and his supporters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt;When Asad saw this huge number of people of all  types in front of him and behind him, he said to them after praising  Allah: “There is none worthy of worship except Allah, without any  partners. O people! By Allah, I did not inherit any position of  leadership from my father or grandfather, and none of my ancestors have  ever seen a gathering such as this! I am not witnessing what you see for  any reason other than the pens (i.e. due to learning and studying  knowledge, writing it, and placing oneself at its service). So, exert  yourselves and exhaust your bodies in seeking knowledge and writing it.  Be patient upon its hardship, as you will attain the good of this world  and the next through it.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt;This caravan stretched all the way to Marsa  Susah (on the northern coast of Libya), and the fleet of ships departed  from there towards Sicily. After enduring much hardship, he finally  entered it and made a great conquest! He died of his wounds during the  siege of Syracuse (southern Italy) and was buried there, may Allah have  Mercy upon him.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt;adh-Dhahabi concluded in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt;‘as-Siyar’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt; (9/15):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt;“…In addition to his immense knowledge, he was  also a courageous and heroic warrior. The leader of Sicily confronted  him with an army of 150,000, and a man said: “I saw Asad carrying the  banner of his army that day while reciting &lt;i&gt;‘Ya Sin.’ &lt;/i&gt;He then  charged the enemy and defeated them, and I saw the blood flowing on the  banner and onto his arm,” and he became ill and died while laying siege  to Syracuse.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2532991874011122499-8820788099841484107?l=salaf-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salaf-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/8820788099841484107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2532991874011122499&amp;postID=8820788099841484107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2532991874011122499/posts/default/8820788099841484107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2532991874011122499/posts/default/8820788099841484107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salaf-stories.blogspot.com/2011/04/asad-bin-al-furat-conqueror-of-southern.html' title='Asad bin al-Furat: The Conqueror of Southern Italy'/><author><name>salaf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751293969862581404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2532991874011122499.post-467966270706381429</id><published>2011-04-06T13:48:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T13:48:27.931+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='war'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prison'/><title type='text'>The Woman Locked in the House.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;The Woman Locked in the House&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;In&lt;i&gt; ‘Mashari’ al-Ashwaq’&lt;/i&gt; (2/239), Ibn an-Nahhas related from Abu Bakr bin &lt;b&gt;al&lt;/b&gt;-’Arabi [not ibn arabi - the sufi]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: large;"&gt;“Some of the rulers had made a pact with the  disbelievers that they would not hold any prisoners. So, a Muslim man  one day travelled near their lands and passed by a locked house. He  could hear a woman calling from inside the house: &lt;b&gt;&lt;i style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;“I am a prisoner! Tell  your companions about me!”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: large;"&gt;When he went back and told the people about this  woman, the ruler did not even let him finish the story. He immediately  got up and walked on foot to the frontlines until he freed this woman  and conquered the area where she had been held captive.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2532991874011122499-467966270706381429?l=salaf-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salaf-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/467966270706381429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2532991874011122499&amp;postID=467966270706381429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2532991874011122499/posts/default/467966270706381429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2532991874011122499/posts/default/467966270706381429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salaf-stories.blogspot.com/2011/04/woman-locked-in-house.html' title='The Woman Locked in the House.'/><author><name>salaf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751293969862581404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2532991874011122499.post-7668876338360880729</id><published>2011-03-01T12:58:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-03-01T12:58:53.690Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='repent'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='repentance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dawah'/><title type='text'>"Don't be sad, Salem. Do you know who's going to take you to the masjid today?"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a true story about a man named Rashed. He tells his story as follows...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; I was not more than thirty years old when my wife gave birth to my first child. I still remember that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had stayed out all night long with my friends, as was my habit. It was  a night filled with useless talk, and worse, with backbiting,  gossiping, and making fun of people. I was mostly the one who made  people laugh; I would mock others and my friends would laugh and laugh. I  remember on that night that I'd made them laugh a lot. I had an amazing  ability to imitate others – I could change the sound of my voice until I  sounded exactly like the person I was mocking. No one was safe from my  biting mockery, even my friends; some people started avoiding me just to  be safe from my tongue. I remember on that night, I had made fun of a  blind man who I'd seen begging in the market. What was worse, I had put  my foot out in front him – he tripped and fell, and started turning his  head around, not knowing what to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went back to my house, late as usual, and I found my wife waiting for  me. She was in a terrible state, and said in a quivering voice,  "Rashed... where were you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Where would I be, on Mars?" I said sarcastically, "With my friends of course."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was visibly exhausted, and holding back tears, she said, "Rashed,  I'm so tired. It seems the baby is going to come soon." A silent tear  fell on her cheek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt that I had neglected my wife. I should have taken care of her and  not stayed out so much all those nights... especially since she was in  her ninth month. I quickly took her to the hospital; she went into the  delivery room, and suffered through long hours of pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I waited patiently for her to give birth… but her delivery was  difficult, and I waited a long time until I got tired. So I went home  and left my phone number with the hospital so they could call with the  good news. An hour later, they called me to congratulate me on the birth  of Salem. I went to the hospital immediately. As soon as they saw me,  they asked me to go see the doctor who had overlooked my wife's  delivery.&lt;br /&gt;"What doctor?" I cried out, "I just want to see my son Salem!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"First go see the doctor," they said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the doctor, and she started talking to me about trials, and  about being satisfied with Allah's decree. Then she said, "Your son has a  serious deformity in his eyes, and it seems that he has no vision." I  lowered my head while I fought back tears... I remembered that blind man  begging in the market who I'd tripped and made others laugh at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subhan Allah, you get what you give! I stayed brooding quietly for a  while... I didn't know what to say. Then I remembered by wife and son. I  thanked the doctor for her kindness, and went to go see my wife. My  wife wasn't sad. She believed in the decree of Allah... she was  content... How often had she advised me to stop mocking people! "Don't  backbite people," she always used to repeat... We left the hospital, and  Salem came with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In reality, I didn't pay much attention to him. I pretended that he  wasn't in the house with us. When he started crying loudly, I'd escape  to the living room to sleep there. My wife took good care of him, and  loved him a lot. As for myself, I didn't hate him, but I couldn't love  him either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salem grew. He started to crawl, and had a strange way of crawling. When  he was almost one year old, he started trying to walk, and we  discovered that he was crippled. I felt like he was an even greater  burden on me. After him, my wife gave birth to Umar and Khaled. The  years passed, and Salem grew, and his brothers grew. I never liked to  sit at home, I was always out with my friends... in reality, I was like a  plaything at their disposal [entertaining them whenever they wanted].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wife never gave up on my reform. She always made du'aa for my  guidance. She never got angry with my reckless behavior, but she would  get really sad if she saw me neglecting Salem and paying attention to  the rest of his brothers. Salem grew, and my worries grew with him. I  didn't mind when my wife asked to enroll him in a special school for the  handicapped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't really feel the passing of the years. My days were all the  same. Work and sleep and food and staying out with friends. One Friday, I  woke up at 11 am. This was early for me. I was invited to a gathering,  so I got dressed and perfumed, and was about to go out. I passed by our  living room, and was startled by the sight of Salem – he was sobbing!  This was the first time I had noticed Salem crying since he was a baby.  Ten years had passed, and I hadn't paid attention to him. I tried to  ignore him now, but I couldn't take it... I heard him calling out to his  mother while I was in the room. I turned towards him, and went closer.  "Salem! Why are you crying?" I asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he heard my voice, he stopped crying. Then when he realized how  close I was, he started feeling around him with his small hands. What  was wrong with him? I discovered that he was trying to move away from  me! It was as if he was saying, "Now, you've decided to notice me? Where  have you been for the last ten years?" I followed him... he had gone  into his room. At first, he refused to tell me why he'd been crying. I  tried to be gentle with him... Salem started to tell me why he'd been  crying, while I listened and trembled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know what the reason was?! His brother Umar, the one who used to  take him to the masjid, was late. And because it was Jumu'ah prayer,  Salem was afraid he wouldn't find a place in the first row. He called  out to Umar... and he called out to his mother... but nobody answered,  so he cried. I sat there looking at the tears flowing from his blind  eyes. I couldn't bear the rest of his words. I put my hand over his  mouth and said, "Is this why you were crying, Salem!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes," he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot about my friends, I forgot about the gathering, and I said,  &lt;i&gt;"Don't be sad, Salem. Do you know who's going to take you to the masjid  today?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Umar, of course," he said, "... but he's always late."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No," I said, "I'm going to take you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salem was shocked... he couldn't believe it. He thought I was mocking  him. His tears came and he started crying. I wiped his tears with my  hand and then took hold of his hand. I wanted to take him to the masjid  by car. He refused and said, "The masjid is near... I want to walk  there." Yes, by Allah, he said this to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't remember when was the last time I had entered the masjid ,  but it was the first time I felt fear and regret for what I'd neglected  in the long years that had passed. The masjid was filled with  worshippers, but I still found a place for Salem in the first row. We  listened to the Jumu'ah khutbah together, and he prayed next to me. But  really, I was the one praying next to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the prayer, Salem asked me for a Quraan. I was surprised! How was  he going to read when he was blind? I almost ignored his request, but I  decided to humor him out of fear of hurting his feelings. I passed him a  Quraan. He asked me to open the Quraan to Surat al-Kahf. I started  flipping through the pages and looking through the index until I found  it. He took the Quraan from me, put it in front of him, and started  reading the Surah... with his eyes closed... Ya Allah! He had the whole  Surah memorized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was ashamed of myself. I picked up a Quraan... I felt my limbs  tremble... I read and I read. I asked Allah to forgive me and to guide  me. I couldn't take it... I started crying like a child. There were  still some people in the masjid praying sunnah... I was embarrassed by  their presence, so I tried to hold my tears. My crying turned into  whimpering and long, sobbing breaths. The only thing I felt was a small  hand reaching out to my face, and then wiping the tears away. It was  Salem! I pulled him to my chest... I looked at him. I said to myself...  you're not the blind one, but I am, for having drifted after immoral  people who were pulling me to hellfire. We went back home. My wife was  extremely worried about Salem, but her worry turned into tears [of joy]  when she found out I had prayed Jumu'ah with Salem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From that day on, I never missed the congregational prayer in the  masjid. I left my bad friends... and I made righteous friends among  people I met at the masjid. I tasted the sweetness of Iman with them. I  learned things from them that distracted me from this world. I never  missed out on gatherings of remembrance [halaqas], or on the witr  prayer. I recited the entire Qur'an, several times, in one month. I  moistened my tongue with the remembrance of Allah, that He might forgive  my backbiting and mocking of the people. I felt closer to my family.  The looks of fear and pity that had occupied my wife's eyes disappeared.  A smile now never parted from the face of my son Salem. Anyone who saw  him would have felt that he owned the world and everything in it. I  praised and thanked Allah a lot for His blessings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, my righteous friends decided to go to a far away location for  da'wah. I hesitated about going. I prayed istikharah, and consulted with  my wife. I thought she would refuse... but the opposite happened! She  was extremely happy, and even encouraged me... because in the past, she  had seen me traveling without consulting her, for the purpose of sin and  evil. I went to Salem, and told him I would be traveling. With tears,  he wrapped me up in his small arms...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was away from home for three and a half months. In that period,  whenever I got a chance, I called my wife and talked to my children. I  missed them so much... and oh, how I missed Salem! I wanted to hear his  voice... he was the only one who hadn't talked to me since I'd traveled.  He was either at school or at the masjid whenever I called  them.Whenever I would tell my wife how much I missed him, she would  laugh happily, joyfully, except for the last time I called her. I didn't  hear her expected laugh. Her voice changed. I said to her, "Give my  salam to Salem," and she said, "Insha'Allah," and was quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At last, I went back home. I knocked on the door. I hoped that it was  Salem who would open up for me, but was surprised to find my son Khaled,  who was not more than four years old. I picked him up in my arms while  he squealed, "Baba! Baba!" I don't know why my heart tensed when I  entered the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sought refuge in Allah from the accursed Shaytan... I approached my  wife... her face was different. As if she was pretending to be happy. I  inspected her closely then said, "What's wrong with you?" "Nothing," she  said. Suddenly, I remembered Salem. "Where's Salem?" I asked. She  lowered her head. She didn't answer. Hot tears fell on her cheeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Salem! Where's Salem?" I cried out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that moment, I only heard the sound of my son Khaled talking in his  own way, saying, "Baba... Thalem went to pawadise... with Allah..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wife couldn't take it. She broke down crying. She almost fell to the  floor, and left the room. Later, I found out that Salem had contracted a  fever two weeks before I'd returned, so my wife took him to the  hospital... the fever got more and more severe, and didn't leave him...  until his soul left his body...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if this earth closes in on you in spite of its vastness, and your  soul closes is on you because of what it's carrying… call out, "Oh  Allah!" If solutions run out, and paths are constricted, and ropes are  cut off, and your hopes are no more… call out, "Oh Allah." Allah wished  to guide Salem's father on the hands of Salem, before Salem's death. How  merciful is Allah!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;                                &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2532991874011122499-7668876338360880729?l=salaf-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salaf-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/7668876338360880729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2532991874011122499&amp;postID=7668876338360880729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2532991874011122499/posts/default/7668876338360880729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2532991874011122499/posts/default/7668876338360880729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salaf-stories.blogspot.com/2011/03/dont-be-sad-salem-do-you-know-whos.html' title='&quot;Don&apos;t be sad, Salem. Do you know who&apos;s going to take you to the masjid today?&quot;'/><author><name>salaf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751293969862581404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2532991874011122499.post-2764883864477270948</id><published>2011-02-23T13:24:00.004Z</published><updated>2011-02-23T13:29:15.765Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wish'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dua'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'>So she said to her father; "Say Ameen three times.."</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Palatino Linotype;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;One of the Ulema from Riyadh narrated to us saying:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Palatino Linotype;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;We went to one of the doors of the hospitals and we found a man with his  daughter and she was in her illness, and her age was 40 years old and  had not married. Every man who came for her, her father rejected him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Palatino Linotype;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Palatino Linotype;"&gt; He (the shaykh) said: he was from the greediest people, a person of the  Dunya however his Dunya did not benefit him. He had many offices,  real-estate and cars and clinics, however he was known between the  people that if his daughter were to be married, he cannot marry her  except with hundreds of thousands, so all of the young men who came to  her rejected marrying her, because those who came for her were poor  youth. And most of the conditions of the people did not allow them to  pay the high mahr. So every righteous man who came he was asked about  his employment and his cars and his salary and if he informed him that  he did not have that then he was left, until she reached 40 years of  age. Then she suffered an acute illness and was admitted to the hospital  and when the time for her death came, and it is a time for meeting the  One, the Only One who Judges between the parties, and there is no Judge  Except Him, and the One who does Justice between the Oppressed and the  Oppressor, then when the death came to meet her, she said:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Palatino Linotype;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Palatino Linotype;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: indigo;"&gt;O Father, come close!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Palatino Linotype;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Palatino Linotype;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: navy;"&gt;So he came closer to her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Palatino Linotype;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Palatino Linotype;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: indigo;"&gt;She said:&lt;/span&gt; Say Aameen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Palatino Linotype;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Palatino Linotype;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: navy;"&gt;So he said:&lt;/span&gt; Aameen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Palatino Linotype;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Palatino Linotype;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: indigo;"&gt;So she said:&lt;/span&gt; Say Aameen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Palatino Linotype;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Palatino Linotype;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: navy;"&gt;So he said:&lt;/span&gt; Aameen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Palatino Linotype;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Palatino Linotype;"&gt; &lt;i&gt;-By Allah, this was narrated to us by a Shaykh from the Mashayikh who witnessed this-&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Palatino Linotype;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Palatino Linotype;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: indigo;"&gt;So she said: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Say Aameen three times,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Palatino Linotype;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Palatino Linotype;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: indigo;"&gt;Then she said:&lt;/span&gt; May Allah prohibit for you Jannah as you have prohibited for me the delicacy of marriage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Palatino Linotype;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Palatino Linotype;"&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;40 years she stayed in the house of her father, why wait?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source: &lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Palatino Linotype;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Mawqi' al-Imam al Aajurry li Tulabul 'Ilm&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.islamic-life.com/forums/heart-softeners/aameen-900"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;http://www.islamic-life.com/forums/heart-softeners/aameen-900&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2532991874011122499-2764883864477270948?l=salaf-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salaf-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/2764883864477270948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2532991874011122499&amp;postID=2764883864477270948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2532991874011122499/posts/default/2764883864477270948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2532991874011122499/posts/default/2764883864477270948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salaf-stories.blogspot.com/2011/02/so-she-said-say-ameen-three-times.html' title='So she said to her father; &quot;Say Ameen three times..&quot;'/><author><name>salaf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751293969862581404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2532991874011122499.post-4312306130541972119</id><published>2011-02-14T14:48:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-02-14T14:48:02.549Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rich'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><title type='text'>Did they not believe Him, so they made him take an oath?!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: darkgreen; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Al-Thaâlabi said, and Abul-Qassim  Al-Hassan ibn  Muhammad ibnul-Hassan ibn Jaâfar Al-Mudhakkar narrated:  Al-Hakem Abu  Muhammad Yahya Ibnu Mansour narrated : Abu Rajaa' Muhammad  ibn Ahmad  Al-Qadhi narrated:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: darkgreen;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Abul-Fadhl Al-Abbas ibn Abil-Faraj  Ar-Riashi Said : &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I  heard &lt;b&gt;Al-Asmaâi saying:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; One  day, I went out the mosque in Basra. While I was walking in one of  its  pathways, a gross and crude bedouin suddenly appeared, riding his  camel,  wearing his sword, and holding an arch in his hand. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;He approached  me,  saluted, and asked me: &lt;b style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;"Where are you from?"&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;I said : &lt;b&gt;"From   Banil-Asmaâ"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. He said : &lt;b style="color: #38761d;"&gt;"You are Al-Asmaâi?"&lt;/b&gt;, I said :&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;"Yes"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, he said : &lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;  &lt;b&gt;"And from where do you come out?"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, I said : "&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;From a place where the   words of Ar-Rahman &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;(The All-Beneficent, Allah)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt; are recited"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. He said :&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;   &lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;"And does Ar-Rahman have words that humans can recite ?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, I said:   &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;"Yes!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, He said : &lt;b style="color: #38761d;"&gt;"Recite some from it !"&lt;/b&gt;. So I said : &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;"Descend from   your camel". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: darkgreen;"&gt; So he descended, and I started to recite surat Adh-Dhariyat. And when I reached the verse :&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: darkgreen;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: olive;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;"وفي السماء رزقكم وما توعدون"&lt;/span&gt; (And in the heaven is your provision and whatever you are promised)&lt;/b&gt; [Adh-Dhariyat:22] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: darkgreen;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: darkgreen;"&gt; He  said : &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"O Asmaâi ! Is that really the word of Ar-Rahman ?"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;, I said   &lt;b style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;"Yes! I swear by the One&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt; (Allah)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: #0b5394;"&gt; who truly sent Muhammad (with the   truth), It is His word ! and He revealed it to His prophet Muhammad peace   be upon him." &lt;/b&gt;He said : &lt;b&gt;"That is sufficient." &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: darkgreen;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: darkgreen;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: darkgreen;"&gt; And &lt;u&gt;he  went to his camel, and slaughtered it&lt;/u&gt;. Then he hashed it without  even  flaying it. And he said to me : &lt;b&gt;"Help me to distribute it".&lt;/b&gt; So we   distributed it all to every coming or going person. Then &lt;u&gt;he took his   sword and his arch and broke them&lt;/u&gt;, and put them under the saddle. And he   turned out and went back to the country, saying:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: darkgreen;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: olive;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;"وفي السماءرزقكم وما توعدون"&lt;/span&gt; (And in the heaven is your provision and whatever you arepromised) &lt;/b&gt;[Adh-Dhariyat:22] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: darkgreen;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: darkgreen;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: darkgreen;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: darkgreen;"&gt; So I came back blaming myself, and I said to myself : &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;"You didn't notice before, what the bedouin just understood!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: darkgreen;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: darkgreen;"&gt; And  when I went to Hajj with Ar-Rasheed, I entered Makka. &lt;b&gt;While I was   turning around the Kaâba, I heard a little voice calling me. So I   turned, and It was the same bedouin, but he became very skinny and pale.&lt;/b&gt;   He saluted me, and took my hand and made me sit behind the Maqam (the   place of Ibrahim peace be upon him). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: darkgreen;"&gt;And he said to me: &lt;i&gt;&lt;b style="color: #38761d;"&gt;"Recite the   words of Ar-Rahmaan."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: darkgreen;"&gt; So I started to recite surat Adh-Dhariyat, and again, when I came to the verse: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: darkgreen;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: olive;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;"وفي السماء رزقكم وما توعدون"&lt;/span&gt; (And in the heaven is your provisionand whatever you are promised)&lt;/b&gt; [Adh-Dhariyat:22] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: darkgreen;"&gt;The  bedouin shouted : &lt;b&gt;"Indeed we found what God promised us!", &lt;/b&gt;and  then he  asked : &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Is there something else?"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;, I said : "Yes, Allah  Almighty  says": &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: darkgreen;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: olive;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;"فورب السماء والأرض إنه  لحق مثل  ما أنكم تنطقون"&lt;/span&gt; (Then, by the Lord of the heaven and the earth,  it is  the truth, just as it is the truth that you can speak) &lt;/b&gt;[Adh-Dhariyat:23]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: darkgreen;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: darkgreen;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: darkgreen;"&gt; So the bedouin shouted : &lt;b style="color: #990000;"&gt;"O  Subhan Allah! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;(Glory to Allah!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt; Who  dare to anger Allah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;(The Majestic)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;  so He had to swear/do an Oath?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Did they not  believe Him, so they made him take an  oath?!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #cc0000;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: darkgreen;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: darkgreen;"&gt;   He said that three times and then&lt;i&gt;, he breathed his last..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: darkgreen;"&gt; &lt;br style="color: black;" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br style="color: black;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; Translated from "&lt;b&gt;The book of Repentants&lt;/b&gt;" for Ibn Qudamah (May Allah have mercy on him) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.protectedpearl.com/apps/blog/entries/show/6047230-the-repentence-of-a-bedouin-after-hearing-a-verse-of-the-qur-an" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"&gt;Source&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2532991874011122499-4312306130541972119?l=salaf-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salaf-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/4312306130541972119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2532991874011122499&amp;postID=4312306130541972119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2532991874011122499/posts/default/4312306130541972119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2532991874011122499/posts/default/4312306130541972119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salaf-stories.blogspot.com/2011/02/did-they-not-believe-him-so-they-made.html' title='Did they not believe Him, so they made him take an oath?!&quot;'/><author><name>salaf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751293969862581404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2532991874011122499.post-833849721906515207</id><published>2011-01-31T19:45:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-01-31T19:45:48.875Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mercy'/><title type='text'>‘O evil Shaykh (old man), Do you know why I forgave you?’</title><content type='html'>Abu Bakr as-Saidalaani reported that he heard Salim bin Mansur bin ‘Ammar say,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;“Upon seeing my father in a dream&lt;/b&gt;, I asked him, &lt;b style="color: #45818e;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;‘What did your Lord do with you?’&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #444444;" /&gt;&lt;br style="color: #444444;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt; He answered : &lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;‘&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Indeed, my Lord drew me near and close and he said to  me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;‘O evil Shaykh (old man), Do you know why I forgave you?’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br style="color: #444444;" /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br style="color: #444444;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt; I said: &lt;b style="color: black;"&gt;‘No, O my Lord.’&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br style="color: #444444;" /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br style="color: #444444;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt; He said : &lt;b style="color: #990000;"&gt;‘You sat before people in a gathering one day and you made  them cry. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #990000;"&gt; Among them was one of my slaves who had never before cried  from fear of me and so I forgave him and forgave everyone in the  gathering for him; and you were among the ones I donated to him (among  the ones that I forgave for him)’&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br style="color: #444444;" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;(Sifatus-Safwah 2/ 204)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2532991874011122499-833849721906515207?l=salaf-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salaf-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/833849721906515207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2532991874011122499&amp;postID=833849721906515207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2532991874011122499/posts/default/833849721906515207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2532991874011122499/posts/default/833849721906515207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salaf-stories.blogspot.com/2011/01/o-evil-shaykh-old-man-do-you-know-why-i.html' title='‘O evil Shaykh (old man), Do you know why I forgave you?’'/><author><name>salaf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751293969862581404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2532991874011122499.post-3380738117631576834</id><published>2011-01-28T15:01:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-01-28T15:01:26.881Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='buhlul'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sincere'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='worship'/><title type='text'>A letter was handed to al-Buhlul...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial Narrow;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; 'Some of the students of al-Buhlul said: A  letter was handed to al-Buhlul&lt;/b&gt; so he opened it and it was in it:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial Narrow;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;"From a woman from Samarqand of Khurasan, I am a woman who committed all  types of sins that no other ever committed, but  turned to Allah and  repented, and I asked about the worshippers living on earth so I was  informed of four worshippers, one of them is al-Buhlul in Africa. O  Buhlul, I ask you by Allah to invoke Allah for me so He maintain for me  this guidance"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Arial Narrow; font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br style="color: #073763;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-family: Arial Narrow; font-size: large;"&gt; Upon reading this, the letter fell off the hands of al-Buhlul and he  fell on his face weeping and crying until he wet the letter with his  tears then he said [blaming himself]: &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;O Buhlul! From Samarqand Khurasan  [They know of you]? Woe to you if Allah did not cover you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; [i.e. conceal  your faults and make you unknown]!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br style="color: #073763;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-family: Arial Narrow; font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br style="color: #073763;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-family: Arial Narrow; font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial Narrow;"&gt; This story is a lesson to all those who seek knowledge to debate so and  so or to give lectures and talks so people know him, or so that people  approach him to ask him questions, or to be called a shaykh or a student  of knowledge, and it is for those who dislike it when someone does not  pay attention to what they say, or feel insulted when someone call them  laypeople, and for those who learn but do not act upon what they learn,  and for those whose knowledge did not increase the sense of fearing  Allah in their hearts, for those who thinks knowledge is about  memorizing and for those and for those...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May Allah engulf our hearts with His Mercy and write us amongst those  who fear Him and act upon what they know for Imam al-Shafi'e said:  Knowledge is not to memorize, rather to act upon it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Allah directs Whoever He likes to success.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial Narrow;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Source&lt;/u&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial Narrow;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial Narrow;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[al-Qadi 'Iyyad related it in his known book 'Tartib al-Madarik' (3:89)&lt;/b&gt;  under the biography of Imam al-Buhlul ibn Rashid al-Qayrawani al-Maliki  who was one of the companions of Imam Malik and known for his piety and  excessive wosrhip.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial Narrow;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial Narrow;"&gt;http://ahlalhdeeth.com/vbe/showthread.php?p=74610&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2532991874011122499-3380738117631576834?l=salaf-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salaf-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/3380738117631576834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2532991874011122499&amp;postID=3380738117631576834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2532991874011122499/posts/default/3380738117631576834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2532991874011122499/posts/default/3380738117631576834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salaf-stories.blogspot.com/2011/01/letter-was-handed-to-al-buhlul.html' title='A letter was handed to al-Buhlul...'/><author><name>salaf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751293969862581404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2532991874011122499.post-1012536755096919913</id><published>2011-01-20T18:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-01-20T18:51:12.954Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='qur&apos;an'/><title type='text'>Woman dies while reading Quran - 18/1/2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Woman dies while reading Quran&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Published Tuesday, January 18, 2011 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt; A Saudi woman died while reading the Quran, leaving behind 11 children and 18 grandchildren, a newspaper reported on Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 52-year-old woman was studying at a Quran memorization centre in  Makkah and had intended to memorize the whole holy book, Kabar said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“On Friday, she turned her chair towards the Grand Mosque in Makkah and  sat reading the Quran…after reading a few verses, she died,” the paper  said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Her son said she died while her hand was gripping the holy book…a  Moslem scholar told her family not to open her hand and keep the Quran  with her.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kabar said the unnamed woman had planned to fly to the eastern region to  visit her daughter on Saturday. It did not mention the reason for her  death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.emirates247.com/news/region/woman-dies-while-reading-quran-2011-01-18-1.343790" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"&gt;Woman dies while reading Quran - Emirates24|7&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2532991874011122499-1012536755096919913?l=salaf-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salaf-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/1012536755096919913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2532991874011122499&amp;postID=1012536755096919913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2532991874011122499/posts/default/1012536755096919913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2532991874011122499/posts/default/1012536755096919913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salaf-stories.blogspot.com/2011/01/woman-dies-while-reading-quran-1812011.html' title='Woman dies while reading Quran - 18/1/2011'/><author><name>salaf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751293969862581404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2532991874011122499.post-8308979965742863455</id><published>2011-01-08T16:40:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-01-08T16:40:09.685Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hadith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mubarak'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='malik'/><title type='text'>"I was with Malik.. and a scorpion stung him ten times..."</title><content type='html'>Abdullah Ibn Al-Mubarak said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; "I was with [Imam] Malik while he  was relating hadith to us and a scorpion stung him ten times. Malik  changed colour and grew ashen, but he did not interrupt the hadith of  the Messenger of Allah (SAW).&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;When the people left him, I said 'I have  seen something wondrous from you today.'" he mentioned the story and  Malik said, "I was not steadfast out of fortitute, but out of respect  for the hadith of the Messenger of Allah (sal Allah alayhi wasalam)."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bustaan al-Muhaddithin, The Garden of the Hadith Scholars p.25&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2532991874011122499-8308979965742863455?l=salaf-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salaf-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/8308979965742863455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2532991874011122499&amp;postID=8308979965742863455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2532991874011122499/posts/default/8308979965742863455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2532991874011122499/posts/default/8308979965742863455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salaf-stories.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-was-with-malik-and-scorpion-stung-him.html' title='&quot;I was with Malik.. and a scorpion stung him ten times...&quot;'/><author><name>salaf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751293969862581404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2532991874011122499.post-8257835687403486072</id><published>2010-12-05T14:06:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-12-05T14:06:59.649Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='romans'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='war'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mu&apos;awiya'/><title type='text'>He killed 300 with 1 Arrow.</title><content type='html'>‘Uthmaan bin Abee ‘Aatikah said:&lt;br style="color: #0b5394;" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt; The enemy threw petrol (bombs) against the people (the Muslims) so  Mu’aawiyyah said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: #0b5394;"&gt; ‘If they are doing this, then retaliate in the same  way’ So both parties started hurling petrol (bombs) at each other.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br style="color: #0b5394;" /&gt;&lt;b style="color: #0b5394;"&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br style="color: #0b5394;" /&gt;&lt;b style="color: #0b5394;"&gt; At sea, one Roman soldier prepared to throw a pot full of petrol against  the ship of Aboo al-Ghaadiyyah, but Aboo al-Ghaadiyyah sent an arrow  flying and killed the man on the spot causing him to fall with the pot  of petrol consequently setting his own ship ablaze. Thus the fire  devoured the entire ship and all its crew, they were 300 in number.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br style="color: #0b5394;" /&gt;&lt;b style="color: #0b5394;"&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br style="color: #0b5394;" /&gt;&lt;b style="color: #0b5394;"&gt; After that incident people used to say, the arrow of Aboo al-Ghaadiyyah killed 300 men.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Taken from Siyar 'Alaam an-Nubalaa by Imaam ath-Thahabee]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://khalduun.com/articles/knowledge/he-killed-300-with-one-arrow/" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"&gt;khalduun » He killed 300 with one arrow.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2532991874011122499-8257835687403486072?l=salaf-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salaf-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/8257835687403486072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2532991874011122499&amp;postID=8257835687403486072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2532991874011122499/posts/default/8257835687403486072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2532991874011122499/posts/default/8257835687403486072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salaf-stories.blogspot.com/2010/12/he-killed-300-with-1-arrow.html' title='He killed 300 with 1 Arrow.'/><author><name>salaf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751293969862581404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2532991874011122499.post-4349705631399932758</id><published>2010-11-30T11:27:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-11-30T11:27:05.936Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='repent'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mother'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ibn abbas'/><title type='text'>"..I felt jealous, so I killed her.."</title><content type='html'>A man came to Ibn Abbas (ra) and said, &lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;“I asked for a women’s hand in  marriage, and she refused me. Someone else asked for her hand and she  accepted and married him. I felt jealous so I killed her. Will my  repentance be accepted?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #351c75;" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Ibn Abbas (ra) asked, &lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;“Is your mother still alive?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #cc0000;" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;He said,&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt; “No.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #351c75;" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;So Ibn Abbas (ra) told him, &lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;“Repent to Allah and do your best to draw close to Him.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Ataa’ ibn Yasaar (ra) who over heard their conversation asked, &lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;“why did you ask him if his mother was still alive?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ibn Abbas (ra) said, &lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Because I know of no other deed that brings people closer to Allah than kind treatment and respect towards one’s mother.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #cc0000;" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;[ Bukhari, Al-Adab al-Mufrad, 1/45 baab birr al-umm [kindness to the mother].]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2532991874011122499-4349705631399932758?l=salaf-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salaf-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/4349705631399932758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2532991874011122499&amp;postID=4349705631399932758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2532991874011122499/posts/default/4349705631399932758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2532991874011122499/posts/default/4349705631399932758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salaf-stories.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-felt-jealous-so-i-killed-her.html' title='&quot;..I felt jealous, so I killed her..&quot;'/><author><name>salaf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751293969862581404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2532991874011122499.post-664881703430069934</id><published>2010-11-22T13:49:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-11-22T13:49:05.364Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ahmad ibn hanbal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='khalq'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='qur&apos;an'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ahmad'/><title type='text'>"O Ahmad, say in my ear: "The Qur’an is created!"</title><content type='html'>Imam Ahmad was being punished, and its narrated:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;تقدم  إليه ابن أبي دؤاد، وقال له: يا أحمد قل في أذني القرآن مخلوق حتى أخلصك  من يد الخليفة؛ فقال له الإمام أحمد: يا بن أبي دؤاد قل في أذني القرآن  كلام الله وليس بمخلوق حتى أخلصك من عذاب الله عز وجل&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ibn Abi Du'ad came to him and said, ‘O Ahmad, say in my ear: ‘The Qur’an  is created,’ so that I may save you from the hand of the Caliph.’ So  Imam Ahmad said to him, “O Ibn Abi Du'ad, say in my ear: ‘The Qur’an is  the Speech of Allaah, it is not created,’ so that I save you from the  punishment of Allah, the Mighty and Majestic!!”&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;["Al-Manhaj Al-Ahmad", 1/35].&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2532991874011122499-664881703430069934?l=salaf-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salaf-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/664881703430069934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2532991874011122499&amp;postID=664881703430069934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2532991874011122499/posts/default/664881703430069934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2532991874011122499/posts/default/664881703430069934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salaf-stories.blogspot.com/2010/11/o-ahmad-say-in-my-ear-quran-is-created.html' title='&quot;O Ahmad, say in my ear: &quot;The Qur’an is created!&quot;'/><author><name>salaf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751293969862581404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2532991874011122499.post-8228130160098465998</id><published>2010-11-17T12:24:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-11-17T12:24:53.234Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='riya&apos;'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='showing off'/><title type='text'>“O Allah, this one made a show of me, so grant me freedom from this (fame).”</title><content type='html'>Sheikh Abdul Malik Ar-Ramadani mentions some narrations on this subject  from the righteous people of the past in his book &lt;u&gt;Sittu Durar&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ikhlas is &lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;“when the servant’s internal and external actions are the  same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt; And &lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;Riya is when the external actions are better than the internal  actions (of the heart).&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Truthfulness in one’s sincerity is when the  internal is better (developed) than the external.”&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt; (Madarij-us-Salikeen, 2/91)&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Bilal Bin Sa’d said,&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;“Do not be a wali (friend) of Allah outwardly, yet an enemy to Him internally.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Ahmad in Az-Zuhd, Abu Nu’aym in Al-Hilyah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been stated, &lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;“Ikhlas is that you do not request anyone to witness  your action except Allah, and that you do not seek anyone to reward you  (for it) except Him.”&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Salamah Bin Dinar said, &lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;“Hide your good deeds (from the people) just like you hide your evil deeds”. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Abu Nu’aym, Bayhaqi)&amp;nbsp; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt; And in a narration in Al-Bayhaqi, &lt;b style="color: #666666;"&gt;“Hide your good deed like you hide  your evil deed, and do not be delighted at your own action, for &lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;you do  not know whether you are happy or wretched (in the Hereafter).”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;It has been stated in definition of Ikhlas, &lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;“It is to single out Allah in one’s intention (qasd) in one’s obedience (to Him).”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;u style="color: black;"&gt;Examples from the lives of the Salaf&lt;/u&gt;: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Hammad Bin Zaid said, &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;“I used to walk with Ayyoob (As-Sakhtiyani) and he  would take me through different routes.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;I would be surprised at how he  would guide himself through them, fleeing from (being seen by) the  people who might say, ‘This is Ayyoob.’” &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt; He also said, &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;“Ayyoob used to take me via a route that was the longest  and I would say&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;“But this one is closer.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; He would reply, &lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;“I fear  (passing by these) gatherings.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he would pass by them and give salams, they would reply to him with  more than what (they would do for) others. So he would say,&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt; ‘O Allah,  you know that I did not desire this! O Allah, you know that I did not  desire this.’”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; (Ibn Sa’d, Al-Fasawi)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abu Zur’ah Bin Abi Amr said, &lt;b&gt;“Ad-Dahhak Bin Qays came out and made the  prayer for rain with the people, but they were not granted rain&lt;/b&gt;, and nor  did they see any clouds come. Ad-Dahhak said, &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;“Where is Yazeed Bin  Al-Aswad?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; (And in a narration, “But nobody answered him!”. He then said  again, &lt;i style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;“Where is Yazeed Bin Al-Aswad Al-Jurashee?”&lt;/i&gt; And I was insistent  on calling him that if he was to hear my words he would get up.) &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;“Here I am,”&lt;/span&gt; he said. So (Ad-Dahhak) said, &lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;“Stand and intercede with  Allah on our behalf, that he should grant us rain.”&lt;/span&gt; So Yazeed stood up,  made his face pointed in the direction of his feet, and made his head  sink into his shoulders (out of humility). He then said, &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;“O Allah, these  servants of yours sought intercession through me from You.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he had not called upon Allah three times except that the people were  granted rain in such abundance that they almost drowned on account of  it.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt; Then Yazeed said,&lt;i&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;“O Allah, this one made a show of me (i.e. Ad-Dahhak,  by asking him and calling him out), so grant me freedom from this  (fame).”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yazeed did not live except for the next Jumuah [Friday].&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2532991874011122499-8228130160098465998?l=salaf-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salaf-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/8228130160098465998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2532991874011122499&amp;postID=8228130160098465998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2532991874011122499/posts/default/8228130160098465998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2532991874011122499/posts/default/8228130160098465998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salaf-stories.blogspot.com/2010/11/o-allah-this-one-made-show-of-me-so.html' title='“O Allah, this one made a show of me, so grant me freedom from this (fame).”'/><author><name>salaf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751293969862581404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2532991874011122499.post-3514530401757929099</id><published>2010-11-08T12:06:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-11-08T12:06:07.944Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hadith'/><title type='text'>"Don't narrate anything from my brother, because he is a liar"</title><content type='html'>A few examples of our scholars, to whom the preservation of this deen was more beloved than their own families:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 - Ad-Dhahabi narrates in "Meezan Al-I'tidaal":&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;عن علي بن الحسين بن الجنيد يقول سمعت أبا داود السجستاني يقول ابني عبد الله هذا كذاب. وكان بن صاعد يقول كفانا ما قال أبوه فيه&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Ali  bin Al-Hussayn bin Al-Junayd said: "I heard Abu Dawood Al-Sijistani  say: "My son Abdullah is a liar!" And Bin Sa'd used to say: "Sufficient  for us are his fathers words regarding him".&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;["Meezaan Al-I'tidaal", 2/433].&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 - Ibn Hibaan narrates in "Al-Majruhheen":&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;وقد سئل علي بن المديني عن أبيه، فقال: اسألوا غيري، فقالوا: سألناك؛ فأطرق، ثم رفع رأسه، وقال: هذا هو الدين؛ أبي ضعيف&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ali bin Madeeni (the shaykh of Bukhari) was asked regarding his father,  he said: "Ask other than me". They said: "We ask you". He looked down  ... Then he raised his head, saying: "This is religion, my father is  weak".&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;["Al-Majruhheen", 2/14].&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 - Ibn Adee narrates in "Al-Kaamil":&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;قال زيد بن أبي أنيسة في أخيه يحيى: لا تحملن عن أخي شيئًا فإنه كذاب&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zayd bin Abi Anisah said regarding his brother Yahyaa: "Don't narrate anything from my brother, because he is a liar".&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;["Al-Kaamil", 7/2644].&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;NOTE&lt;/u&gt;: This does not encourage the criticism of family members, rather - they had to do this to preserve the Prophetic narrations/ahadeeth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2532991874011122499-3514530401757929099?l=salaf-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salaf-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/3514530401757929099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2532991874011122499&amp;postID=3514530401757929099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2532991874011122499/posts/default/3514530401757929099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2532991874011122499/posts/default/3514530401757929099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salaf-stories.blogspot.com/2010/11/dont-narrate-anything-from-my-brother.html' title='&quot;Don&apos;t narrate anything from my brother, because he is a liar&quot;'/><author><name>salaf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751293969862581404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2532991874011122499.post-2308906856610840724</id><published>2010-10-05T17:27:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T17:31:32.646+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jubayr'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hajj'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jubair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sa&apos;eed'/><title type='text'>"..and therefore I did not pray (the funeral prayer) over him."</title><content type='html'>&lt;h2 class="posttitle icon"&gt;and therefore I did not pray (the funeral prayer) over him... &lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div class="content"&gt;&lt;div id="post_message_388748"&gt;&lt;blockquote class="postcontent restore"&gt;عن سعيد بن جبير - رحمه الله - قال: &lt;b style="color: #990000;"&gt;"مات لي جار موسر لم يحج فلم أصل عليه&lt;/b&gt;"&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="postcontent restore"&gt;Sa'eed bin Jubair said: &lt;b&gt;"A wealthy neighbour of mine died without having  performed Hajj, and therefore I did not pray (the funeral prayer) over  him."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;الزواجر (1/389-390) بتصرف يسير&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;NOTE: &lt;/b&gt;Please do not make your own opinions about others, but consider the importance of Hajj.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2532991874011122499-2308906856610840724?l=salaf-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salaf-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/2308906856610840724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2532991874011122499&amp;postID=2308906856610840724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2532991874011122499/posts/default/2308906856610840724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2532991874011122499/posts/default/2308906856610840724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salaf-stories.blogspot.com/2010/10/and-therefore-i-did-not-pray-funeral.html' title='&quot;..and therefore I did not pray (the funeral prayer) over him.&quot;'/><author><name>salaf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751293969862581404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2532991874011122499.post-8176771479959954469</id><published>2010-09-09T23:07:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T23:12:16.997+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ghurabah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='patience'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prison'/><title type='text'>Were they Jinn?? But they were prisoners...</title><content type='html'>Asalaam alaikum warahmatulah wabarakatuh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: darkred;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Were they Jinn??&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the mention of the brothers in the prisons of the interior, overhead   tyrants [in the secret dungeons of Jordan], I find it of fidelity to   mention a story that happened to my brother Abu Muhammad al Misri (may   Allah have mercy on him).. and with the brother Abu Saleh (may Allah   release him.):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;They made brother Abu Saleh enter by mistake on a group of ghosts&lt;/b&gt;,   in a place which was nothing less than a red hell, or the house of   Jinns or the trash containers or gutters. What is important is that it   was a place where there were no similitudes of men. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were people   squatting, on them was nothing more than what what concealed their   private parts, very long hairs, nails like the claws of a beast, and the   smell of carrion was emanating from everything, and complete silence. A   man carrying a weapon in  his hand and a whip sat infront of them but   he was away from them where he would not get affected by the smell, and   they made my companion enter into this place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He [Abu Baseer] said: &lt;i&gt;When I saw that, my heart fell between my legs,   and I felt a fear that was cutting my sides from their place, they made   me sit beside one of them. I turned a little and tried to talk to one  of  them, and there wasn't (a response).&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: navy;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of them, even the tears had stoned like the stoning of their sides, everything was silent, unmoving.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: navy;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After several hours they called him and he understood that he was   entered by mistake, and what he saw was not a scene from the fears of   the Day of Judgement, and that he was really not in a coma or a painful,   disturbing nightmare but&lt;span style="color: darkslateblue;"&gt; what he saw were his [Muslim] brothers&lt;/span&gt;, one  of  the days before more than 20 years.. and others and from that time   onwards till our this day and they are in this condition for more than   20 years, no talk nothing, no sun, no, no, no.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: navy;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy;"&gt;Extract From the book; &lt;a href="http://ia360703.us.archive.org/7/items/UshaqAlHoorAndTheUndeadWarriors/The_Undead_Warriors.pdf"&gt;Undead Warriors P30.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what is happening to our Muslim brothers and sisters today, right now. 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But they were prisoners...'/><author><name>salaf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751293969862581404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2532991874011122499.post-4112214208079006494</id><published>2010-09-09T15:23:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T15:23:26.247+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ahmad ibn hanbal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='khalq'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='qur&apos;an'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ahmad'/><title type='text'>O Ahmed, and does the Quraan die!?</title><content type='html'>Excerpt from "  Foundations of the Sunnah "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imam Ahmed Ibn Hanbal  died 241H&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pg 93&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I arose ( the next morning ) I made my way to the door ( of  al-Mu'tasim ) and the people were entering , so I entered along with  them . Al Mu'tasim approached and sat on his chair and said " Bring  Ahmed ibn Hanbal ", and so he was brought. When he stood in front of him  , Al Mu'tasim said to him, " How were you in your cell yesterday, O  Ahmad?.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imam Ahmad said .&lt;b&gt; " In goodness and alhumdulillah except that in my  cell, O Ameerul Mumineen, I saw something amazing ". He said to him "  And what did you see ?". So he replied " I arose in the middle of the  night , performed ablution for the prayer  and prayed two rakah. In one  rakah I recited Alhumdulillah....and Qul Authoo bi rabin naas, and in  the second rakah I recited Alhumdulillah....and Qul authoo bi rabil  Faalaq. Then I sat down , read the tashahud and gave salutation ( to my  right and left)... and then Istood again, made the takbeer and recited  Alhumdulillah ...and then I desired to read : Qul huwallahu ahad, And I  was not able to. I tried hard to read something else from the Quran and I  was not able. Then I stretched my eyes to the corner of the prison and (  behold) I saw the Quraan laid out on the floor , dead. So I washed it  and shrouded it, then prayed over it and buried it.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Al Mu'tasim said " Woe be to you, O Ahmed, and does the Quraan die!?. So Ahmed said to him "&lt;b&gt; Well that is what you say - That is is created . And everything created dies". &lt;/b&gt;Al Mu'tasim said " AHmad has subdued us, Ahmad has subdued us".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Ibn Abee Duwaad and Bishr al Mareesee said " Kill him, so that we  can rest ( in his absence". Al Mu'tasim said " I have pledged to Allah  that I will not kill him with a sword  and that I will not order for him  to be killed with a sword". Ibn Abee Dawud said to him, " Then lash him  with a whip ". So Al Mu'tasim said " Yes "and then said " Bring the  executioners ", and so they were brought.  &lt;br /&gt;Al Mu'tasim said to one of them " With how many lashes will you kill him  ?'. He said " With Ten , O Ammerul Mumineen ". Then he replied " Take  him to yourself ( beat him )".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sulaymaan as Sijzee continued " So Imaam Ahmad was undressed and made to  wear a garment of wool around his waist. Two new ropes were drawn tight  around his hands. the man took the whip in his hand and said " Shall I  strike him O Ameerul Mumineen?".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Al Mu'tasim said " Strike him ", and he struck him with one lash. Imam Ahmed said &lt;b&gt;" Alhumdulillah ".&lt;/b&gt;The he lashed him a second time and Imam Ahmed said &lt;b&gt;" Whatever Allah wills occurs ". &lt;/b&gt;Then he struck him a third time and Imaam Ahmed said &lt;b&gt;" There is no movement nor power save that Allah , the Most high, the Mighty".&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the man desired to strike him a fourth time I looked at the garment  around his waist and it had become loose. He wished that he could fall  to the ground, so he raised his head towards the sky and moved his lips -  and Suddenly the earth shook and two hands came out of it and supported  his weight  by the power of Allah , the mighty, the Majestic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Al Mu'tasin saw this he said " Leave him ". Then Ibn Abee Duwaad  came to him and said " O Ahmad , say in my ear  The Quran is created so  that I may save you from the hand of the khaleefah". So Imam Ahmad said  to him &lt;b&gt;" O Abee Duwaad, say in my ear The Quran is the Speech of  Allah , it is not created, so that I may save you from the punishment of  Allah , the Mighty, and Majestic".&lt;/b&gt; Al Mu'tasim then said " Place him in the prison ".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sulaymaan said " He was then carried to the prison and the people  departed with them. Then when the next day arrived the people came to  the door ( of Al Mu'tasim ) so I came with them and stood in front of  the chair. Then al Mu'tasim appeared and sat in the chair and said "  Bring Ahmad ibn Hanbal ". So he was brought and when he stood in front  of him Al Mu'tasim said to him " How were you in your cell during the  night, O son of Hanbal ?".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said &lt;b&gt;" in goodness and all praises are due to Allah "&lt;/b&gt; . Al Mu'tasim said " O Ahmed, I saw a dream yesterday". He said &lt;b&gt;" And what did you see O Ameerul Mumineen ?"&lt;/b&gt;.  He said  " I saw in my dream as if there were two lions approaching me  and they desired to tear me apart. And then two angels appeared and  repelled them from me. They gave me a book and said to me " This written  is the dream that  Ahmad ibn Hanbal saw in his cell. So what is it that  you saw, O son of Hanbal?'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Ahmed said to him &lt;b&gt;" O ameerul Mumineen, I saw as if the Day of  Judgement had been established, and as if Allah had gethered the first  and the last in a single plain and He was calling them to account.  Whilst I was standing , I was called for, so I proceeded until I stood  in front of Allah, The mIghty, the Majestic, and He said to me...&lt;/b&gt;O Ahmed , for what were you beaten?  &lt;b&gt;  I said " On account of the Quraan ". I said Your words Allah, belonging  to you . He said from where do you (derive and )say this?. I said O my  Lord , Abdur Razzaq narrated to me. So Abdur Razzaq was called for and  he was brought , until he was made to stand in front of Allah.He said to  him "&lt;/b&gt; What do you say about the Quran O Abdur Razzaaq?".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said " your words O Allah , belonging to you . " So Allah said from  where do you ( derive and ) say this ? He said " Ma'mar narrated to me.  So Ma'mar was called for and he was brought , until he was made to stand  in front of Allah, the Mighty and the Magnificent , and He said to him "  What do you say about the Quran O Mamar?".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said " Your words , O Allah, belonging to you" So Allah said from  where do you ( derive and ) say this ?. He said AzZuhree narrated to me.  So AzZuhree was brought and made to stand in front of Allah the Mighty  the Magnificent and He said to him " What do you say about the Quran O  Zuhree?".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said " your words, belonging to you ". So Allah said from where do  you ( derive and ) say this ?'. He said :" Urwah narrated to me ". So  Urwah was brought and made to stand in front of Allah the Mighty and the  Magnificent" and He said to him "O Urwah What do you say about the  Quran ?". He said " Your words O Allah , belonging to you ".So Allah  said from where do you ( derive and ) say this ?".  He said , " Aaisha,  the daughter of Abu Bakr as Siddeeq, narrated to me ".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Aaisha was called for and she was brought until she was made to stand  in front of Allah , the Mighty, the Magnificent, and He said to her "  What do you say about the Quran  ,O Aaisha?". She said " Your words,  belonging to you O Allah ".So Allah said from where do you ( derive and )  say this ?". She said " Your Prophet Muhammad sallalahu alayahe was  salaam narrated to me ".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said So Muhammad was called for and he was brought, until he was made  to stand in front of Allah, The Mighty and the Magnificent, and He said  to him " What do you say about the Quran O Muhammad ?". He said " Your  words, O Allah, belonging to you ". So Allah said from where do you (  derive and ) say this ?". So The Prophet sallallahu alayahe was salaam  said " Jibreel narrated to me ".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Jibreel was called for and he was brought, until he was made to stand  in front of Allah , The Mighty, The Magnificent, and He said to him "  What do you say about the Quraan , O Jibreel?" He said " Your words, O  Allah belonging to you.' So Allah said " From where has this come to you  ?" He said " Such did Israafeel narrate to me ".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Israafeel was called for and he was brought , until he was made to  stand in front of Allah, the Mighty and Magnificent, and Allah , the  Sublime, said to him , " What did you say about the Quraan , O Israafeel  ?  " He said " Your words, O Allah belonging to you.' So Allah said "  From where has this come to you ?" He said " I saw that in the Lawhul  Mahfooz".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the Preserved Tablet was brought and stood in front of Allah, the  Mighty and Magnificent, and He said " O Lawh, what do you say about the  Quraan ?" And it said " Your words, O Allah , belonging to You. Then  Allah the Exalted said " From where has this come to you ?" And the Lawh  said " Such did the Qalam inscribe upon me ."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the Pen was brought until it stood in front of Allah, the Mighty  and Majestic, so Allah , the Mighty and Majestic said  to it, O Qalam ,  what do you say about the Quraan?" The Qalam said , " Your words , O  Allah , Belonging to you " . So Allah said, " From where has this come  to you ?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Qalam said    -" You dictated and I wrote ".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Allah the Mighty and Magnificent said " The Qalam has spoken the  truth. The Lawh has spoken the truth. Israafeel has spoken the truth.  Jibreel has spoken the truth. Muhammad has spoken the truth. Aaisha has  spoken the truth. Urwah has spoken the truth. Az- Zuhree has spoken the  truth. Ma'mar has spoken the truth . Abdur Razzaq has spoken the truth.  Ahmad ibn hanbal has spoken the truth. &lt;b&gt;The Quraan is my speech , it is not created ".&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sulayman as Sijzee said " Al Mu 'tasim leapt upon hearing that and said "  You have spoken the truth, O son of Hanbal". Then al Mu 'tasim  repented, oredered the necks of Bishr al Mareesee and Ibn Abee Duwaad to  be beaten and revered Ahmad ibn Hanbal and bestowed upon him , But  Ahmad refrained from that. He was then ordered to be taken to his house  and he was taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subhan Allah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;http://www.islamicboard.com/miscellaneous/36739-o-ahmed-does-quraan-die.html&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2532991874011122499-4112214208079006494?l=salaf-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salaf-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/4112214208079006494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2532991874011122499&amp;postID=4112214208079006494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2532991874011122499/posts/default/4112214208079006494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2532991874011122499/posts/default/4112214208079006494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salaf-stories.blogspot.com/2010/09/o-ahmed-and-does-quraan-die.html' title='O Ahmed, and does the Quraan die!?'/><author><name>salaf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751293969862581404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2532991874011122499.post-2067611302743830561</id><published>2010-08-31T13:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T13:33:53.058+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='umar bin abdul aziz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><title type='text'>The happy ending of Umar b. Abdul Azeez (Rahimahullah)</title><content type='html'>Al-Tabari narrates in &lt;em&gt;Tārīkh’l-Tabari&lt;/em&gt; (4/72):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Fātimah the wife of ‘Umar b. ‘Abd’l-‘Azīz said about his illness,  “That night, his shivering became uncontrollable and he couldn’t sleep,  so we kept a vigil over him and didn’t sleep either. In the morning, I  told a servant of his known as Marthad, “O Marthad, stay with the &lt;em&gt;Amīr’l-Mu’minīn&lt;/em&gt; and if he has any single need then at least you are at hand.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left and fell into a deep sleep due to the previous night spent  awake. It was well into the day once we awoke and we went to see (‘Umar)  and found Marthad sleeping outside the house. I woke him up and said,  “What are you doing outside Marthad?!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marthad replied, “He told me to get out! He said to me, &lt;em&gt;“Marthad, leave me! By Allāh, I see something which is neither human or jinn!” &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I came out, I heard him recite:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div dir="rtl" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;تِلْكَ الدَّارُ  الْآَخِرَةُ نَجْعَلُهَا لِلَّذِينَ لَا يُرِيدُونَ عُلُوًّا فِي الْأَرْضِ  وَلَا فَسَادًا وَالْعَاقِبَةُ لِلْمُتَّقِينَ&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We grant the Home in the  Hereafter to those who do not seek superiority on earth or spread  corruption: the happy ending is awarded to those who are mindful of God.  (al-Qasas, 83)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="rtl" style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I entered the room again and I saw his face turned and his eyes were closed. He had passed away.””&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;May Allāh have mercy upon him. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://alternativeentertainment.wordpress.com/2010/08/29/the-happy-ending-of-%e2%80%98umar-b-%e2%80%98abd%e2%80%99l-%e2%80%98aziz-r/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2532991874011122499-2067611302743830561?l=salaf-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salaf-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/2067611302743830561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2532991874011122499&amp;postID=2067611302743830561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2532991874011122499/posts/default/2067611302743830561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2532991874011122499/posts/default/2067611302743830561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salaf-stories.blogspot.com/2010/08/happy-ending-of-umar-b-abdul-azeez.html' title='The happy ending of Umar b. Abdul Azeez (Rahimahullah)'/><author><name>salaf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751293969862581404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2532991874011122499.post-6447905462886688931</id><published>2010-08-21T18:37:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T18:37:08.597+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramadan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='qur&apos;an'/><title type='text'>How much the Salaf read Qur'an during Ramadan.</title><content type='html'>Yes, it is mustahabb [recommended] for the Muslim to read Qur’aan a great deal during  Ramadaan and to strive to complete it, but that is not obligatory, i.e.,  if he does not complete the Qur’aan he is not sinning, but he has  missed out on a great deal of reward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The evidence for that is the report narrated by al-Bukhaari (4614) from &lt;span style="color: #000066;"&gt;Abu Hurayrah (may Allaah be pleased with him) who said: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jibreel  used to review the Qur’aan with the Prophet (peace and blessings of  Allaah be upon him) once every year, and he reviewed it with him twice  in the year in which he passed away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-size: 85%;"&gt;Ibn      al-Atheer said in al-Jaami’ fi Ghareeb al-Hadeeth (4/64):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i.e., he      used to study with him all that had been revealed of the Qur’aan. End      quote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: #666600;"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666600; font-weight: bold;"&gt;  practice of the salaf (may Allaah be pleased with them) to strive to  complete the Qur’aan in Ramadaan, following the example of the Prophet&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(peace and blessings of Allaah be upon him).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was narrated that Ibraaheem al-Nakha’i said: &lt;span style="color: #330099; font-weight: bold;"&gt;al-Aswad used to complete the Qur’aan in Ramadaan every two nights. &lt;/span&gt;Al-Siyar (4/51).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Qataadah  used to complete the Qur’aan in seven days, and when Ramadaan came, he  would complete it every three days. When the last ten days came, he  would complete it every night. &lt;/span&gt;Al-Siyar (5/276).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was narrated from&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Mujaahid that he used to complete the Qur’aan every night in Ramadaan. &lt;/span&gt;Al-Tibyaan by al-Nawawi (p. 74). He said: Its isnaad is saheeh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was narrated that Mujaahid said: &lt;span style="color: #993300; font-weight: bold;"&gt;‘Ali al-Azdi used to complete the Qur’aan every night in Ramadaan.&lt;/span&gt; Tahdheeb al-Kamaal (2/983).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Al-Rabee’ ibn Sulaymaan said: &lt;span style="color: #006600; font-weight: bold;"&gt;al-Shaafa’i used to complete the Qur’aan sixty times in Ramadaan.&lt;/span&gt; Al-Siyar (10/36).&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt; [One completion during the day, one completion during the night.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Al-Qaasim ibn al-Haafiz ibn ‘Asaakir said: &lt;span style="color: #990000; font-weight: bold;"&gt;My father used to pray in congregation and read Qur’aan regularly. He would complete it every week, and every day in Ramadaan&lt;/span&gt;. Al-Siyar (20/562).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Al-Nawawi      (may Allaah have mercy on him) said, commenting on how often the Qur’aan      should be completed:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #663333;"&gt;The best view is that that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;varies&lt;/span&gt;  from one person to another. The one who is seeking to understand it and  ponder its meaning should limit himself to as much as he can understand  fully when he reads, and the one who is busy spreading knowledge or  other religious works, or working for the public interests of the  Muslims, should limit himself to what will not cause him to neglect his  work. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #663333;"&gt;If he is not  among the categories mentioned here, then he should do as much as he  can without reaching the point of boredom. End quote. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Al-Tibyaan (p. 76)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt;However  it is mustahabb [recommended] to read Qur’aan and complete it in  Ramadaan, and that remains mustahabb but it is not one of the obligatory  duties and the Muslim is not sinning if he does not do it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-size: 85%;"&gt;Shaykh  Ibn ‘Uthaymeen (may Allaah have mercy on him) was asked: Is it  obligatory for the fasting person to complete the Qur’aan in Ramadaan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He replied:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Completing  the Qur’aan in Ramadaan is not obligatory for the fasting person, but  he should read the Qur’aan a great deal in Ramadaan, as that is the  Sunnah of the Messenger of Allaah &lt;/span&gt;(peace and blessings of Allaah  be upon him), and he (peace and blessings of Allaah be upon him) used to  review it with Jibreel every Ramadaan. End quote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Majmoo’      Fataawa Ibn ‘Uthaymeen (20/516)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See also      questions no. &lt;a href="http://islamqa.com/index.php?ln=eng&amp;amp;ds=qa&amp;amp;QR=66063" target="_blank"&gt;66063&lt;/a&gt; and      &lt;a href="http://islamqa.com/index.php?ln=eng&amp;amp;ds=qa&amp;amp;QR=26327" target="_blank"&gt;26327&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ahlalhdeeth.com/vbe/showpost.php?p=37346&amp;amp;postcount=5"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://ahlalhdeeth.com/vbe/showpost.php?p=37346&amp;amp;postcount=5&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2532991874011122499-6447905462886688931?l=salaf-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salaf-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/6447905462886688931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2532991874011122499&amp;postID=6447905462886688931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2532991874011122499/posts/default/6447905462886688931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2532991874011122499/posts/default/6447905462886688931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salaf-stories.blogspot.com/2010/08/how-much-salaf-read-quran-during.html' title='How much the Salaf read Qur&apos;an during Ramadan.'/><author><name>salaf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751293969862581404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2532991874011122499.post-2541547347473371045</id><published>2010-07-25T19:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T19:06:36.592+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='miracles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><title type='text'>‘Listen. Salli ‘ala al-Naby (send blessings on the Prophet), and your Lord will relieve it.”</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #444444;"&gt;Shaykh Saleh Al-Meghamsi&amp;nbsp;(may Allah preserve him), Imam of Masjid  Quba,&amp;nbsp;went through such a humbling, lesson-laden&amp;nbsp;moment that  leaves&amp;nbsp;us&amp;nbsp;with much to&amp;nbsp;reflect on.&amp;nbsp; He relates his story saying:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i style="color: #20124d;"&gt;I  was in the intensive care unit&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;, just beginning to regain consciousness  after undergoing a 24 hour open-heart surgery, when the nurse in charge  of me noticed a change in the blood. He informed a doctor, who informed  another. A third doctor was then called, until 14 people, among them  doctors and professionals, had gathered to discuss what they should do  regarding my case. They were reading the signals from the devices over  my head, and although I had no idea what the situation was, I could read  fear in their faces. It seemed that the signals were not pleasant.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;They  called Dr. Adam, a successful Sudanese doctor, to come and see. He  studied the monitor and concluded that there was congealed blood on the  heart and that it had to be removed. The news came down on me like a  thunderbolt . The doctor sought my permission, and although fear began  to overwhelm me, Allah guided me to utter the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="color: #20124d;"&gt;shahadah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;, followed by my head nodding in agreement. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I was disconnected from the devices around me, and the doctor left to prepare for the operation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://muslimmatters.org/wp-content/uploads/heart-monitor-500-300x233.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" class="alignright size-full wp-image-16502" height="148" src="http://muslimmatters.org/wp-content/uploads/heart-monitor-500-300x233.jpg" title="heart-monitor" width="258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;At that same moment, there stood to my left a Lebanese nurse who  seemed&amp;nbsp;to feel sorry for me&amp;nbsp;due to the situation I was in. Allah guided  her to gently remind me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;‘Listen. Salli ‘ala al-Naby (send blessings on the Prophet), and your Lord will relieve it.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000;"&gt;Instantly, like anyone would respond, I said:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;‘Allahumma sallee ‘ala Muhammad wa ‘ala Aali Muhammad.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000;"&gt;Just like that, I said it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000;"&gt;I said it and all the blood came down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;The&amp;nbsp;signals indicated by the machines differed, and they were unsure  as to what had occurred. They called the doctor back. He arrived, looked  at the screen and said;&amp;nbsp;&lt;em style="color: #073763;"&gt;‘Shaykh Saleh, what we wanted to do and rid you of, Allah rid you of it from above the 7 heavens.’&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444;"&gt;Ubayy bin Ka'b said, "I said, `O Messenger of Allah, I  send a lot of Salah (prayers)  upon you, how much of my prayer should  be Salah (prayers for blessings upon Prophet Muhammad) [be] upon you' He  said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Traditional Arabic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;«مَا  شِئْت»&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Whatever you want.) I said, `A quarter' He  said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Traditional Arabic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;«مَا شِئْتَ، فَإِنْ زِدْتَ فَهُوَ خَيْرٌ لَك»&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Whatever  you want, but if you increase it, it will be better for you.) I said,  `Half' He said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Traditional Arabic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;«مَا شِئْتَ، فَإِنْ زِدْتَ فَهُوَ خَيْرٌ لَك»&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Whatever  you want, but if you increase it, it will be better for you.) I said,  `Two thirds' He said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Traditional Arabic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;«مَا شِئْتَ، فَإِنْ زِدْتَ فَهُوَ خَيْرٌ لَك»&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Whatever  you want, but if you increase it, it will  be better for you.) I said,  `Should I make my whole prayer for you' He  said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Traditional Arabic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;«إِذَنْ تُكْفَى هَمُّكَ،  وَيُغْفَرُ لَكَ ذَنْبُك»&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;(This would be sufficient  to relieve your distress and earn you forgiveness of your sins.)''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;a href="http://tafsir.com/default.asp?sid=33&amp;amp;tid=42112" target="_blank"&gt;Sunan at-Tirmidhi]&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://muslimmatters.org/2010/07/23/from-the-nurse-to-the-shaykh-a-heartfelt-reminder/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2532991874011122499-2541547347473371045?l=salaf-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salaf-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/2541547347473371045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2532991874011122499&amp;postID=2541547347473371045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2532991874011122499/posts/default/2541547347473371045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2532991874011122499/posts/default/2541547347473371045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salaf-stories.blogspot.com/2010/07/listen-salli-ala-al-naby-send-blessings.html' title='‘Listen. Salli ‘ala al-Naby (send blessings on the Prophet), and your Lord will relieve it.”'/><author><name>salaf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751293969862581404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2532991874011122499.post-5729756168667381438</id><published>2010-07-06T17:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T17:12:07.707+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fabricator'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ahmad ibn hanbal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hadith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yahya bin ma&apos;een'/><title type='text'>Imaams Ahmad and Yahya ibn Ma’een - Catch a Fabricator [of Ahadith].</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Ibn ul Jawzee narrated with his own chain of narrators until Ja’far ibn  Muhammad at Tayalsee who said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: #073763; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;b&gt;Ahmad ibn Hanbal and Yahya ibn Ma’een prayed in Masjid ar Rasaafah&lt;/b&gt;,  after the prayer, &lt;b style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;a story teller stood&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt; &lt;b&gt;saying&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: #741b47;"&gt;: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahmad ibn Hanbal and Yahya ibn Ma’een narrated to me saying; Abdur  Razzaaq ibn Ma’mar narrated to us on the authority of Qataadah that Anas  said: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Messenger of Allaah - صلى الله عليه وسلم - said: &lt;b style="color: #741b47;"&gt;‘&lt;i&gt;Whoever says La  Ilaha illAllah, Allah would create a bird with beak of gold and feathers  of pearls from every word…’ &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He continued telling &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;his story which consisted of about twenty pages. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahmad ibn Hanbal looked at &lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yahya &lt;/b&gt;ibn Ma’een&lt;/span&gt; and Yahya ibn Ma’een looked  at Ahmad ibn Hanbal, &lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;he &lt;b&gt;said&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;; &lt;b&gt;&lt;i style="color: #38761d;"&gt;‘Have you narrated this to him?!’ &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br style="color: #0b5394;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt; &lt;b&gt;Ahmad &lt;/b&gt;ibn Hanbal&lt;/span&gt; responded:&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt; ‘By Allah, I have never heard of these narrations until  now.’ &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: #073763; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; When he finished his story and received his donations, he sat down  waiting for the rest. &lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Yahya ibn Ma’een signalled for him to approach. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br style="color: #741b47;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt; He came thinking that he would receive some money&lt;/span&gt;, Yahya said to him:&lt;b&gt;&lt;i style="color: #38761d;"&gt;  ‘Who narrated this Hadeeth to you?’ &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He [&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;the storyteller&lt;/span&gt;] responded:&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt; &lt;i&gt;‘&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Ahmad ibn Hanbal&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Yahya ibn Ma’een&lt;/span&gt;.’ &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br style="color: #741b47;" /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: #073763; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; Yahya ibn Ma’een said: &lt;i&gt;&lt;b style="color: #38761d;"&gt;‘I am Yahya ibn Ma’een and this is Ahmad ibn  Hanbal and we have never heard of this at all in the Ahadeeth of the the  Messenger of Allaah - صلى الله عليه وسلم . &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man said: &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;‘I have been hearing that Yahya ibn Ma’een is a fool, and I  have not verified this until now. As if there are no other Ahmad ibn  Hanbals and Yahya ibn Ma’eens except for the both of you. Indeed I have  written Ahadeeth on the authority of seventeen Ahmad ibn Hanbals and  Yahya ibn Ma’eens.’ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: #073763; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; Ahmad ibn Hanbal put his sleve over his face and said; &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;‘Let him go.’ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he got up and left like one belittling them.       &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;               &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2532991874011122499-5729756168667381438?l=salaf-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salaf-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/5729756168667381438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2532991874011122499&amp;postID=5729756168667381438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2532991874011122499/posts/default/5729756168667381438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2532991874011122499/posts/default/5729756168667381438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salaf-stories.blogspot.com/2010/07/imaams-ahmad-and-yahya-ibn-maeen-catch.html' title='Imaams Ahmad and Yahya ibn Ma’een - Catch a Fabricator [of Ahadith].'/><author><name>salaf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751293969862581404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2532991874011122499.post-6340573715949599717</id><published>2010-06-10T15:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T15:51:27.429+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='arabs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='war'/><title type='text'>Abolish the Arabic Language…!</title><content type='html'>&lt;h2&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://istighfar.wordpress.com/2010/03/28/abolish-the-arabic-language/" rel="bookmark" title="Permanent Link to Abolish the Arabic Language…!"&gt;Abolish  the Arabic&amp;nbsp;Language…!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://istighfar.files.wordpress.com/2010/03/539406671_6b4a3c556c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" class="aligncenter size-medium wp-image-1307" height="225" src="http://istighfar.files.wordpress.com/2010/03/539406671_6b4a3c556c.jpg?w=300&amp;amp;h=225" title="539406671_6b4a3c556c" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Edward Benson wrote, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;”  The Basis of Islam  is the Arabic Language.  If it is lost, Islam is  lost!”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;During the French occupation  of Algeria, the French government was   advised by its consulate in  Algeria, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;“We will never be able to  overpower  the Algerians  as long as they read the Qur’an and speak  Arabic.  T&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;herefore, we must remove the Arabic  Qur’an from their  midst, and  abolish the Arabic language from their  tongues.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #888888;"&gt;Lughat al-Qur’an&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2532991874011122499-6340573715949599717?l=salaf-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salaf-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/6340573715949599717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2532991874011122499&amp;postID=6340573715949599717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2532991874011122499/posts/default/6340573715949599717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2532991874011122499/posts/default/6340573715949599717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salaf-stories.blogspot.com/2010/06/abolish-arabic-language.html' title='Abolish the Arabic Language…!'/><author><name>salaf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751293969862581404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2532991874011122499.post-2431837829646329254</id><published>2010-06-06T15:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T15:17:56.161+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='masjid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='medinah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><title type='text'>Man dies in Sajdah in Masjid an-Nabawi.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Man dies in Prostration/Sajdah in Masjid an-Nabawi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i256.photobucket.com/albums/hh162/speed2kx/nice%20islm%20pics/ajdatw9jv2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i256.photobucket.com/albums/hh162/speed2kx/nice%20islm%20pics/ajdatw9jv2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;http://i256.photobucket.com/albums/hh162/speed2kx/nice%20islm%20pics/ajdatw9jv2.jpg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999; font-size: x-small;"&gt;http://img156.imageshack.us/img156/1557/ajdatw9jv2.jpg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=US8PpLN716k&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2532991874011122499-2431837829646329254?l=salaf-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salaf-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/2431837829646329254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2532991874011122499&amp;postID=2431837829646329254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2532991874011122499/posts/default/2431837829646329254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2532991874011122499/posts/default/2431837829646329254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salaf-stories.blogspot.com/2010/06/man-dies-in-sajdah-in-masjid-nabawi.html' title='Man dies in Sajdah in Masjid an-Nabawi.'/><author><name>salaf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751293969862581404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i256.photobucket.com/albums/hh162/speed2kx/nice%20islm%20pics/th_ajdatw9jv2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2532991874011122499.post-7531868984450519641</id><published>2010-06-05T18:00:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T18:02:14.139+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shaheed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jannah/paradise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shahadah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dream'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='martyr'/><title type='text'>“O Allah take my soul without me feeling any pain”</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;meta content="text/html; 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 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Abu Hurairah (ra) narrated: &lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;The Messenger of Allah &lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;(sal Allah alayhi wasalam)&lt;/span&gt; said:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;“&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;The Shaheed feels nothing from the agony of death except like one of you would feel from a sting of an insect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;301&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Tirmithi, al Nasa’i, Ibn Majah, al Bayhaqi, Ahmad and al Darimi]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #666666; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;In &lt;u&gt;Majmoo’ al Lata’if&lt;/u&gt; it mentions that a man said:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt 36pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt 36pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;O Allah take my soul without me feeling any pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;” &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;One day while he was walking in a farm he felt tired so &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;he lay down to sleep.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #666666; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Some &lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;nonbelievers approached him and &lt;u&gt;cut off his head&lt;/u&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;One of his friends saw him in a dream and asked him about himself. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;He said:&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;“I slept in a farm and when I opened my eyes, I was in Paradise!”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; 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