House Of A 1000 Mirrors


Long ago in a small, far away village, there was a place known as the House of 1000 Mirrors. A small, happy little dog learned of this place and decided to visit.

When he arrived, he bounced happily up the stairs to the doorway of the house. He looked through the doorway with his ears lifted high and his tail wagging as fast as it could.

To his great surprise, he found himself staring at 1000 other happy little dogs with their tails wagging just as fast as his. He smiled a great smile, and was answered with 1000 great smiles just as warm and friendly.

As he left the House, he thought to himself, “This is a wonderful place. I will come back and visit it often.” 

In this same village, another little dog, who was not quite as happy as the first one, decided to visit the house. He slowly climbed the stairs and hung his head low as he looked into the door.

When he saw the 1000 unfriendly looking dogs staring back at him, he growled at them and was horrified to see 1000 little dogs growling back at him.

As he left, he thought to himself, “That is a horrible place, and I will never go back there again.” 
 
All the faces in the world are mirrors of what is inside us. 

When u see something u don’t like in the other ,u can recognize that flaw and imperfection because u have it in ourself as well.

If u want to be greeted with smiling, happy faces then be a happy,smiling person. 

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Importance Of Consuming Halaal Food


IBN MUBAARAK AND THE BARKAT OF HALAAL FOOD

Most Muslims must have heard the name of the illustrious Saint, Hadhrat Abdullah Ibn Mubaarak (rahmatullah alayh). His father, Mubaarak, was the slave of the Qaadhi (Judge) of the City of Ray. The piety of his slave had made an indelible impression o­n the Qaadhi  (Judge) who was a very wealthy and prominent member of the community. Inspite of high-ranking and elite members of the community proposing marriage for his daughter, the Qaadhi (Judge) married his daughter to his slave, Mubaarak.

 

The Qaadhi Saheb too was a pious man, hence he made the decision to have his daughter married to his slave. Taqwa was the criterion for his decision. After the bride was delivered to her husband Mubaarak, the now freed slave, he did not consummate the marriage for forty days. Both he and his wife remained in Ibaadat for this period. Meanwhile Mubaarak ensured that he fed his wife with halaal tayyib food for forty days.

 

After three days had passed without consummation, his wife complained to her husband. Mubaarak replied: “Undoubtedly, your father is a pious man. However, he is a Qaadhi. I have doubts o­n the absolute purity of his wealth and what he had fed you. I desire that before consummation of the marriage, any mushtabah food which you may have consumed at your father’s home be worked out of your system so that Allah Ta’ala blesses us with pious offspring.” When the pious lady heard this explanation she understood, was overjoyed and she joined her husband in the 40 day I’tikaaf. Thereafter the illustrious Abdullah Ibn Mubaarak, the Imaam of the Ummah of the time was conceived.

 

This is the effect of halaal tayyib food. It is precisely for this reason that Allah Ta’ala emphasizes to His Ambiya the importance of consuming halaal tayyib food. In such food there is Noor which brightens the Rooh of the Mu’min. o­n the other hand, in haraam and mushtabah food there is nothing but zulmat (spiritual darkness) which utterly ruins the spiritual fibre of the Mu’min. Taufeeq for A’maal-e-Saalihah is negated despite the realization of the importance of such deeds and despite the intellectual perception of the necessity of righteous deeds. But, the weakened Imaan tarnished and damaged by haraam and mushtabah food cannot generate sufficient energy to fight and thwart the commands of the

nafs to be spiritually lethargic and perpetually incline towards evil. Muslims should realize that consumption of haraam and

mushtabah is not a trivial issue. It is a fatal poison for Imaan.

The Majlis Vol 15 No 11

The Noble Lineage Of Nabi Muhammad (Sallalahu Alaihi Wasallam)


Regarding the lineage of Nabi Muhammed (Salallahu Alaihi Wasallam) the Ulama (Religious Scholars) have differed. Most scholars agree, however, that his lineage can be traced, with complete accuracy, back to Adnan.

After Adnan according to a hadith in which the Prophet (Sallalahu Alaihi Wasallam)was asked about his genealogy, Prophet Muhammad (Sallalahu Alaihi Wasallam) would say, ” I stop at Adnan, genealogists tell lies.”

The lineage of Nabi Muhammad (Salallahu Alaihi Wasallam) is As Follows :

Muhammed

Son of

Abdullah

Son of

Abdul Muttalib

Son of

Haashim

Son of

Abd Manaaf

Son of

Qusay

Son of

Kilaab

Son of

Murrah

Son of

Ka’ab

Son of

Luway

Son of

Ghaalib

Son of

Fihr

Son of

Maalik

Son of

Nazar

Son of

Kinaanah

Son of

Khuzaimah

Son of

Mudrikah

Son of

Ilyaas

Son of

Mudhar

Son of

Nazaar

Son of

Ma’ad

Son of

Adnaan 

A Heart Touching Story


This is a story about a man named Rashed. It is a long story but please read carefully very beautiful.

I was not more than 30 yrs old when my wife gave birth to my 1st child. I still remember that night. 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 make my friends laugh.I had an amazing ability to imitate others. No 1 was safe from my biting mockery, even my friends; some people started avoiding me just to be safe from my tongue. 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 and he tripped and fell. I went back home, late as usual. My wife was waiting for me. She was in a terrible state, and said in a quivering voice, “Rashed… where were you?” “Where would I be, on Mars?” I said sarcastically, “Wid my friends of course.” She was visibly exhausted, and holding back tears.“I’m so tired. It seems the baby is going to come soon.” A silent tear fell on her cheek.

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 9th month. I quickly took her to hospital; she went into the delivery room, and suffered long hours of pain.

I waited for her to give birth… but her delivery was difficult, and I got tired. So I went home and told the hospital to call with the good news. An hour later, they called to congratulate me on the birth of Salem. I rushed there immediately.The nurses asked me to see my wife’s doctor. “What doctr?I just want 2 see my son!”

I went to the doctor, she started talking about trials, and being happy with Allah’s decree. Then she said, “your son has a serious deformity in his eyes, and is blind.” 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. Subhan Allah, you get what you give! I stayed quiet… Then I remembered my wife and son. I thanked the doctor and went to see my wife. She wasn’t sad. She believed in the decree of Allah and was content… How often had she told me to stop mocking people! “Don’t backbite” she always used to repeat… We left the hospital, and Salem came with us. I didn’t pay much attention to him. I pretended that he wasn’t with us. When he started crying, I’d escape to the living room to sleep there. My wife took good care of him, and loved him a lot. I didn’t hate him, but I couldn’t love him either.

Salem grew. He started to crawl in a strange way. When he was almost a year,he started trying to walk. We discovered 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 and his brothers grew. I never liked to sit at home, always out with my friends entertaining them. 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 would get really sad if she saw me neglecting Salem and paying attention to his brothers. As Salem grew my worries grew. I didn’t mind when my wife asked to enroll him in a special school for the handicapped.
I didn’t really feel the passing of the years. My days were all the same. Work, sleep, food and staying out with friends.

One Friday I woke up at 11 am. I was invited to a gathering,got dressed, and was about to go out. I passed by our living room, and was startled to see Salem – he was sobbing! This was the 1st time I had noticed Salem crying since he was a baby. 10 yrs 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 for his mum, I turned towards him, and went closer. “Salem! Why are you crying?” 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 10 years?” I followed him… he had gone into his room. At 1st, 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.

Do u know what the reason was! His brother Umar, 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!” “Yes,” he said.

I forgot about my friends and I said, “Don’t be sad, Salem. Do you know who’s going to take you to the masjid 2day?” “Umar, of course,” he said, “… but he’s always late.”
“No,” I said, “I’m goin 2 take u.” Salem was shockd… 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 2 take him 2 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.

I couldn’t remember when was the last time I had entered the masjid, but it was the 1st time I felt fear and regret for what I’d neglected in the long years that had passed. The masjid was full,but I still found a place for Salem in the 1st row. We listened to the Jumu’ah khutbah together,side by side. After the prayer, Salem asked me for a Quraan. How was he going to read when he was blind? I almost ignored his request, but out of fear of hurting his feelings, I passed him the Quraan. He asked me to open to Surat al-Kahf. I started flipping through the pages and looking through the index until I found it. He put the Quraan in front of him, and started reading the Surah… with his eyes closed… ya Allah! He had the whole Surah memorized.

I was ashamed of myself. I picked up this Holy Book of Allah… 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… your not the blind one, 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. From that day on, I never missed the congregational prayer in the masjid. I left my bad friends, and I made new righteous friends among people I met at the masjid. I tasted the sweetness of iman with them and learnt things from them that made me forget about this world. I Never missed out on religious gatherings, or on the witr prayer. I recited the entire Qur’an several times in 1 month. I moistened my tongue with the remembrance of Allah, and made dua that He forgive my backbiting and mocking of 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 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.

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…

I was away from home for 3 and 1/2 months. 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. 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.

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 4 yrs 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. 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.

“Salem! Where’s Salem?” I cried out. 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…”

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 2 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…

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,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!

Dear brothers and sisters? Who are we lying to? Is our life according to what Allah and His Messenger ordained? Are we playing an active role for our children? Or is it the nanny and the television who are busy raising our children on the path of misguidance whilst we are busy enjoying chasing the world? Reflect and Implement a change in your life before it is too late.

Be Careful of what You plant


An emperor in the Far East was growing old and knew it was time to choose his successor. Instead of choosing one of his assistants or his children, he decided something different. He called young people in the kingdom together one day. He said, “It is time for me to step down and choose the next emperor. I have decided to choose one of you.”

 

The kids were shocked! But the emperor continued. “I am going to give each one of you a seed today. One very special seed. I want you to plant the seed, water it and come back here one year from today with what you have grown from this one seed. I will then judge the plants that you bring, and the one I choose will be the next emperor!”

 

One boy named Ling was there that day and he, like the others, received a seed. He went home and excitedly told his mother the story. She helped him get a pot and planting soil, and he planted the seed and watered it carefully. Every day he would water it and watch to see if it had grown. After about three weeks, some of the other youths began to talk about their seeds and the plants that were beginning to grow.
Ling kept checking his seed, but nothing ever grew. Three weeks, 4 weeks, 5 weeks went by. Still nothing. By now, others were talking about their plants but Ling didn’t have a plant, and he felt like a failure. Six months went by–still nothing in Ling’s pot. He just knew he had killed his seed.
Everyone else had trees and tall plants, but he had nothing. Ling didn’t say anything to his friends, however. He just kept waiting for his seed to grow.

 

A year finally went by and all the youths of the kingdom brought their plants to the emperor for inspection. Ling told his mother that he wasn’t going to take an empty pot. But honest about what happened, Ling felt sick to his stomach, but he knew his mother was right. He took his empty pot to the palace. When Ling arrived, he was amazed at the variety of plants grown by the other youths. They were beautiful–in all shapes and sizes. Ling put his empty pot on the floor and many of the other kinds laughed at him. A few felt sorry for him and just said, “Hey nice try.”

 

When the emperor arrived, he surveyed the room and greeted the young people. Ling just tried to hide in the back. “My, what great plants, trees and flowers you have grown,” said the emperor. “Today, one of you will be appointed the next emperor!” All of a sudden, the emperor spotted Ling at the back of the room with his empty pot. He ordered his guards to bring him to the front. Ling was terrified. “The emperor knows I’m a failure! Maybe he will have me killed!”

 

When Ling got to the front, the Emperor asked his name. “My name is Ling,” he replied. All the kids were laughing and making fun of him. The emperor asked everyone to quiet down. He looked at Ling, and then announced to the crowd, “Behold your new emperor! His name is Ling!” Ling couldn’t believe it. Ling couldn’t even grow his seed. How could he be the new emperor? Then the emperor said, “One year ago today, I gave everyone here a seed. I told you to take the seed, plant it, water it, and bring it back to me today. But I gave you all boiled seeds which would not grow. All of you, except Ling, have brought me trees and plants and flowers. When you found that the seed would not grow, you substituted another seed for the one I gave you. Ling was the only one with the courage and honesty to bring me a pot with my seed in it. Therefore, he is the one who will be the new emperor!”

 

If you plant honesty, You will reap trust
If you plant goodness, You will reap friends
If you plant humility, You will reap greatness
If you plant perseverance, You will reap victory
If you plant consideration, You will reap harmony
If you plant hard work, You will reap success
If you plant forgiveness, You will reap reconciliation
If you plant openness, You will reap intimacy
If you plant patience, You will reap improvements
If you plant faith, You will reap miracles
But
If you plant dishonesty, You will reap distrust.
If you plant selfishness, You will reap loneliness
If you plant pride, You will reap destruction
If you plant envy, You will reap trouble
If you plant laziness, You will reap stagnation.
If you plant bitterness, You will reap isolation
If you plant greed, You will reap loss
If you plant gossip, You will reap enemies
If you plant worries, You will reap wrinkles
If you plant sin, You will reap guilt

 

So be careful what you plant now, It will determine what you will reap tomorrow,The seeds you now scatter, Will make life worse or better,your life or the ones who will come after. Yes, someday, you will enjoy the fruits,Or you will pay for the choices you plant today.