باب كيف كان كلام رسول الله صلى الله عليه وسلم
عن عائشة رضي الله عنها قالت: ما كان رسول الله صلى الله عليه و سلم يسرد كسردكم هذا و لكنه كان يتكلم بكلام بين فصل يحفظه من جلس إليه
Chapter on the Speech of Rasulallah sallallahu ‘alayhi wa sallam
‘Aishah radhiallahu ‘anha is reported to have said: “The speech of Rasulallah salallahu ‘alayhi wa sallam was not quick and continuous like yours. He spoke clearly, word for word. Those who sat with him remembered (literally: memorized) what he said.” (Bukhari, Muslim, Abu Dawud in the Book of Knowledge)
Benefits from the hadith:
1- The Arabic word يسرد here means to speak continuously without a pause between sentences and words.
باب ما جاء في تكأة رسول الله صلى الله عليه وسلم
:عن أبي جحيفة وهب بن عبد الله رضي الله عنه قال: قال رسول الله صلى الله عليه وسلم
لا آكل متكئا
Chapter on the Reclining of the Prophet Sallallahu Alaihi Wasallam
Abu Juhayfah radhiallahu ‘anh reported that Rasulallahu sallallahu ‘alayhi wa sallam said, “I do not eat reclining (against something). (Bukhari)
Benefits from the hadith:
1- This hadith usually gets categorized in the etiquette of eating, which is where it shows up in Saheeh Bukhari.
2- It is undesirable to lean against a pillow or any other support while eating.
:قال عمرو بن العاص
ما كان أحد أحب إلي من رسول الله صلى الله عليه و سلم و لا أحلى في عيني منه و ما كنت أطيق أن أملأ عيني منه إجلالا له و لو قيل لي صفه لما إستطعت أن أصفه لأني لم أكن أملأ عيني منه
‘Amr ibn al-‘Aas radhiAllahu ‘anhu used to say: I could not look him in the eye because of awe. If I were to be asked to describe him I would not be able to, because I could not look him in the eye. (Saheeh Muslim)
بأبي أنت و أمي يا رسول الله.. صلى الله عليه و على آله و صحبه و سلم
May my mother and father be sacrificed for you, O Messenger of Allah (sallallahu ‘alahi wa salam)
– The Sahara Bloggers (Umm Saifullah)
باب ما جاء في لباس رسول الله صلى الله عليه وسلم
عن أبي سعيد الخضري رضي الله عنه قال: كان رسول الله صلى الله عليه وسلم إذا استجد ثوبا سماه باسمه، عمامة أو قميصا أو رداء، ثم يقول
((اللهم لك الحمد كما كسوتنيه، أسألك خيره وخير ما صنع له، وأعوذ بك من شره وشر ما صنع له))
Chapter on the Clothing of the Prophet Sallallahu Alaihi Wasallam
Abu Sa’id Al-Khudri Radi Allahu ‘Anhu reported that when the Messenger of Allah sallallahu ‘alayhi wa sallam wore a new garment, he would name it: a turban, or a shirt or a cloak, and then he would supplicate: “Oh Allah, all praise is for You that You have granted it to me (literally: clothed me with it), I ask You for it’s goodness and the goodness for which it was created, and I seek Your protection from it’s harm and the harm for which it was created.”
*Abu Dawud, in the Chapter of Dress
*According to Tirmidhi the hadith is Hasan Ghareeb Saheeh, likewise Ibn Hiban, Ahmad, Ibn Sa’d and Abu Al Shaikh. According to Abu Dawud, when the Companions of Rasulallah sallallahu ‘alayhi wa sallam would wear a new garment it would be said to him:
تبلي و يخلف الله تعالى
May you wear it until it gets old and used, and may Allah replace it for you thereafter.
*According to Albaani the chain of narrators is strong.
Benefits from the hadith:
1- The Arabic word استجد means to acquire something new. In this case, a new garment.
2- According to Imam Al Nawawi, this dua’a should be recited even in the case of shoes or socks, or something similar to that.
Author: Imam Ibn Qayyim Al-Jauziyah
Published by Darussalam
With our unhealthy lifestyles today, filled with junk food, fast food, all-you-can-eat food and can’t-resist-the-temptation food, we search frantically for the foolproof diet to slash the calories. All you girls know exactly what I’m talking about. But what we fail to realize is the importance of eating healthy and taking preventative measures from sickness and disease. Before we turn to our family physician or Dr. Google for medical advice, why not consult the wise words of the Prophet sallallahu alaihi wasallam revealed from above. Medicine of the Prophet is one book that should be in every Muslim family’s library. Packed with natural remedies and prophetic guidance for ruqyah, everything is supported with authentic ahadith. Ibn Qayyim rahimahullah managed to write an extensive book on human health centuries before microscopes were even invented.
The Darussalam publication has been divided into 4 parts which make it a convenient family reference book. The topic of Prophetic medicine is introduced with a detailed section on the several kinds of diseases out there with emphasis on the hadith “For every sickness, there is a cure”. The two main sections of the book are “Using natural medicines prophetic-style” and “Prophetic Ruqyah”. A handy alphabetical index at the end of the book allows you to easily skim through numerous foods and herbs mentioned in Ayat and Ahadith wit their benefits and remedies. From fevers to tonsillitis and even sorcery, the advice of Rasulullah salla Allahu alaihi wasallam for our health and wellbeing will be forever treasured by those who apply it to their fast-paced, fast-food based lifestyles of the 21st century.
Probably one of the most exciting things we’ve done together. Probably something we would never do if we had too much time to plan. This was over a year ago but we were too caught up to post, oops.
We got an invitation to Masjid al Bara’a from F. Pango, a current student at Umm Al Qura University in Makkah. Our daily commutes together in her family car gave us time for a lot of discussions in between cramming for exams or desperately trying to translate an antiquated piece of Arabic poetry or prose; the letters, words and vowels slipping off our tongues. Every single day was exciting and different for each of us, the only thing that brought us together was the zeal to master this language with perfection. It was one of these days when our discussions took a random turn to the hijab. We sort of touched on our hijab stories, and how our cultural variations affected our ability and motivation to practice this essential aspect of Islam. I think we probably got really side-tracked by this particular topic because its so big with us, especially as Niqabis (and as odd as it sounds, no, it is not easy even in Saudi Arabia.)
Talking about some of the excuses and baseless refutations made by women who just cannot bring themselves to practicing Hijab, most of us having made the same ones but finally overcoming them, we verbalized some counter-arguments and came up with some awesome resolutions and conclusions that would never have crossed our minds otherwise. All of us had started Hijab a long time ago but it’s never just a one-step process. There’s a lot more to the Hijab than just covering your hair, or wearing longer, looser clothes, or even covering your face! Some women have roller-coaster Hijab stories, while some find it to be a smooth transition. There are incidents that make you doubt your decision, and incidents that make you feel like an ambassador of Muslim women all over the world, and then there are just some random, uneventful and boring incidents such as not finding a Hijab pin and getting frustrated. There are people that make you feel unworthy, backwards, and even… ugly, and then there are people that treat you like a queen. Sometimes these are people that you really care about, and sometimes they are strangers that leave an impression and a mark that will never leave you. In the end all of these bits and pieces need to be sorted and sifted through to come to a final and concrete resolution about why you choose the Hijab as a lifestyle and not just as a religious obligation.
F.P told us about a group of women and girls that her family had volunteered to teach at Masjid Al Bara’ situated in their neighborhood. The Filipino community is so well-known for their characteristics of unity, open-mindedness and a motivation to learn. F.P and her family had been administering Quran halaqas for age groups starting from about five onwards.
The invitation was an event that Fatimah wanted to plan for WHD at the Masjid. Yes, we don’t need a singled out time of the year to raise awareness about the Hijab, but seizing this opportunity to have an open discussion with her group of girls at the Masjid seemed like a really good idea. I got to work immediately. Limited resources, limited time, limited abilities. Niqabinja and I brainstormed over the phone since we didn’t have enough time to have a face-to-face discussion. I took up responsibility for handouts, while Niqabinja took up our speeches (and transport!), and F.P was all set and ready with event coordination and supplies.
The talk was hurried and we were both really flustered, since we hadn’t practiced anything. We got there at around Maghrib time and gathered everyone right after Salah. It was an altogether exhilarating experience, standing there watching young faces ease into the speech as we made it a point not to be preach-y. 🙂 We acted out a play and then took up questions for discussion, most of which demanded a lot of vulnerability, openness, empathy and support. To make these girls IDENTIFY themselves as devoted Muslims, to help them find freedom, honor, dignity, respect, empowerment and FAITH, to make them understand that it’s not an easy step but it’s definitely worthwhile. We had a short Q & A session and had discussions with the girls about Hijab in extended family gatherings, Hijab in the West, faith and fashion, and the criteria for correct Hijab according to Shari’a principles.
The best part is that they catered to a minority group that actually wants and is in need of valuable, authentic Islamic education and an environment in which they may learn and grow as Muslims. This is always a huge problem for foreigners living in Middle-East countries, and there aren’t many options available due to language barriers. This hinders some people and slows them down, while it gives other people the opportunity to innovate and be an asset to their minority group just like the entire Pango family is. Having learnt and obtained substantial knowledge of Arabic, Tajweed and also having Quran memorization experience; they fit into the teacher roles perfectly and do their job so faithfully and diligently, it is inspiring beyond belief, masha Allah. It was such an honor to interact with them and connect at a deeper level-hearing their views and concerns, getting to know their struggles and experiences.
Yeah so that was awesome. 😀 A lot has happened since then. We’ll pour it in slowly I guess. Right, Niqabinja? Psssssssssssstt.. hadith circles.
I used to be Muslim, but I recently converted to Islam.
“The seeking of knowledge is obligatory for every Muslim.” – Al-Tirmidhi, Hadith 74
Some of you share my story, and some of you had a different one. Regardless of your past, I am writing this to bring an important matter into your attention.
Name: Afnan Linjawi
Date of birth: 04/06/1992
Location of birth: Jeddah, Saudi Arabia
Country of residence: Jeddah, Saudi Arabia
Mother tongue: Arabic
Worst fears: I think I’m Muslim, but then die and find out that I never was!
If you were born in the 90s and in the Middle East – I was at the heart of it- then you will remember 9/11, Khalij War, Palestine, Mohammad Durrah, President Bush, and raucous bickering politicians and spokesmen on Arabic TV shows on Al-Jazeerah.
I was born into war. It was the first thing I learn about our world. I quickly learnt through school the following things: I am Saudi, I am Arabic, I am Muslim, Islam is my history, I am one of the luckiest people in the world because I am all of the previously mentioned, and the world hates me for my religion and my wearing of the head scarf will make people in US, UK, and France hit me.
I spent a great deal of my childhood preparing myself to be the monster Western media described me. You see, this is not what happened to most kids. Most kids understood that they were just kids, I didn’t. Most kids developed an ability called ignorance. I was too precocious and observant for my own good.
But a part of the 90s was also not my fault. Hatred was forced upon me! I went to school in the mornings and Islam teachers would make us feel so guilty for having a happy life. They would say things such as: you don’t realize the blessing you have, kids in Palestine dodge bombs to get to school. I felt like I was a mockery. I wanted to go to Palestine with the flag of Islam and fight until I die.
After school I would go to buy some sweets with my dad at the grocery stores, and by the cashier you would find a photo of people dying on top of a box of riyals for charity. I was frustrated. Why isn’t anyone doing anything? Why do I have to feel like my life was a mistake! My soul should have been given to the person that will bring peace to the world, while I’m craving candy.
I promised myself then, that the least I can do is read the Quran every day and pray all of my Faraidh and Sunnah. And that is exactly what I did. I would come home, lock myself in the room and cry while reading the Quran. I did not cry because I felt for the people that were dying, I cried because the world did not make sense and I didn’t know what was I supposed to do. When I would try to figure it out and ask my parents and school, they all had the same answer: nothing! They would tell me to do nothing. They would say “you’re just a child”, “you can’t fight an army”, or they would disregard my concerns completely. This was crazy, why do you tell me that I don’t know how to be grateful for what I have and then ask me to remain that way!
Anyways, after that I went into middle school. On the first day of 8th grade, I wore my first Abaya and Tarha. I was officially covered. That is the moment when a Muslim girl feels closer to Allah and proud of following her religion. I wanted to be closer to Allah, in fact I wanted to just die at that moment out of fear that I might one day miss a prayer or show my hair, so I’d be less pure. At that moment, I felt the purest. Out of excitement and my will to obey Allah, I told my parents I want to cover my face and wear a Niqab. They gave me a big fat NO!
I was shocked to be honest, considering that my mother wears the Niqab. But they were right. I wasn’t wearing it for the right reasons. I would have never taken it seriously.
Soon after, I turned 16. My body started to change and I began to be interested in other people. As any girl, at that age I wanted guys to think I’m beautiful and irresistible. At that moment, I realized that one day I am going to be a wife and a mother. My poor husband will be stuck with a belligerent wife who thinks she’s the ninja that will save Palestine. My poor children will have a mother who has no teachings to give, message to pass, or hope to grant. And for that, I cried my heart out.
I began to pray to Allah every night that somehow someone would love me and that somehow and in some place I will do good. I will do great and be great. It was two years later, when I turned 18, that I decided for the first time in my life to give the world a genuine smile. I laughed before, but I made sure to cry afterwards. I felt so guilty for feeling happy while others were miserable.
At 18 I decided to change. It was about time. I had to stop hating. It was hurting the people around me and after 18 years of hate, I did not achieve a thing. By common sense, you create change by adding, deleting, and replacing. So I looked at my life so far and decided to add naiveté, simplicity, and positivity. I decided to replace my trademark frown with a smile. And I decided to delete the hate once and for all.
Sadly, the hate, to me, was connected to religion. It came from it. I had to distance myself somehow. I stopped reading Quran altogether. I stopped praying Sunnah, I stopped pronouncing the name of Allah when I did not have to. I still stuck to the five pillars because I didn’t want to desert my religion. I just knew I had to change my thoughts, habits, and routine completely.
I got into university and busied myself as much as I can. I did not want to give myself a second to think, so I won’t go back to my old ways. I was literally running away from my past self.
After giving myself three years of freely thinking with my own brain without anyone’s influence, I put my religion back as a guide and not as a commander. I made my Islam comfortable for me. I made Islam mine and unique to any other Muslim. I realized that just as scholars can interpret verses, I can too. No one will be able to guide me to the right path better than me. No one will be able to ask my questions but me.
It was when I was a junior that I started to look around in my society. The so-called epitome of Islam and the so-called Muslims and descendants of the Prophet and his Companions. I looked at our traditions and customs. I looked at the lessons our elders gave us. I realized then that we are not a pure society, we are not a victim of a society, and we are not a veteran society at all. We are just simply a society.
Here Islam is not what the Quran dictates. Islam here is what the economy dictates, what the people in power dictate, what the media dictates, and what traditions and customs dictate. A lot of “Muslims” here haven’t a clue about their religion. They defy it every waking hour on a daily basis, and they don’t even know it. That’s when I saw the greatest bigotry in Islamic history. That’s when I realized that there is only one pure Islam in the world for me, the Islam in my heart.
The Prophet himself said: “No babe is born but upon Fitra. It is his parents who make him a Jew or a Christian or a Polytheist.” (Sahih Muslim, Book 033, Number 6426). It is my job and responsibility to maintain my Fitra. My society labeled me Muslimah, but it did not teach me Islam. It is my job to define my own Islam, because if I let the world define it, it has already taken it away from Fitra.
Now, I have graduated from university and decided to convert to Islam. I decided to “read” the Quran and think about what it says. I decided to read about what other scholars published because I am actually interested in my religion. I decided to read other religions to understand mine.
Most importantly though, I am enjoying the journey of discovery and the pursuit of knowledge.
– Afnan Linjawi (Guest writer)
Mirette set her eyes straight forward and ignored the cheering crowds behind her. Her concentration and balance were most vital at this critical moment. A single slip and she’d fall flat on the ground. She breathed in deeply, let her joints relax, and took her first step on the wire. Her arms wobbled slightly but her balance was maintained. She carefully slid her foot forward at a steady pace. The crowds roared beneath her and the loud speakers boomed above her, cheering her name. Just one more step and she’d hit home. One more step and her dream to cross the high wire would become true. As easy as it seemed, this one last step led to her downfall. As overconfidence hit its target, a gush of strong wind set her off balance causing her arms to waver and her left foot to slide off. She fell downwards. The crowd booed.
Dear Sahara Trekkers and Moonlit TrailBlazers!
Welcome back to the Moonlit Sahara! We’ve been on a long snore due to unavoidable circumstances (which happen quite often out here in the Sahara), but we’re as excited as you are to jump back into business. The Moonlit Sahara’s new look has motivated us to keep posting, and we hope it motivates you to keep reading! Insha’Allah commencing January we’ll be finishing up the 2 series we had started earlier this year including:
1- Youth Under the Shade Series: Extensive posts on the lives of some of the courageous youth who stood up for the truth and left a legacy to be carried on by the youth of today. Having discussed the lessons in the life of Ibrahim (AS) and now wrapping up the story of Yusuf (AS), drop by to see who our next hero is. Hint: Have your sword sharpened and armor ready!
2- The Hadith Series 1: Short and simple posts which extract lessons from authentic ahadith collected by Imam Al-Tirmidhi in his book, Shama’il Al-Muhammadiyyah.
So stay tuned and ride the dunes with us to make our Sahara a flourishing oasis of knowledge. Your feedback is important to us and we’d love to hear from you. 🙂
Until the next sandstorm,
The Sahara Bloggers
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No pain, no gain.
This is a little something I brainstormed over the issue of ‘mental-blocks’ and laxity when it comes to Hifdh al-Qur’an. I wrote this a few years ago for a group of sisters, but thought to brush it up and share with the wider world. Mental blocks, difficulties and laxity are something that affects us all when memorizing Qur’an, so I hope insha’Allah the advice below helps everyone. Please feel free to pass this on and share with others…
Overcoming Hubut (هبوط) – A Discouraging Obstacle in Hifdh al-Qur’an
This Qur’an, as much as it is the Gift of Allah which He gives to whom He wishes, it is also the test of Allah for many of us. If we’ve made a sincere decision to memorise the Qur’an, this Book which took 23 years to come down to Earth, then we need to realize that it’s not…
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