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Life’s a rollercoaster! Enjoy the ride.

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Last Updated on Monday, 04 December 2017 16:06

Life is topsy turvy. One day you are feeling high and the next day low. Every coming day is, well ... just unpredictable.

Life is like a see saw, it’s just like that

One up one down, tit for tat

You a ball one day, and the next you a bat

Be happy like a child, bear patience till the end

Old became gold, just like that

This phenomena affects everyone, without exception. Every Nabi that set foot on this planet experienced these feelings and emotions. The rich in their high rise apartments and the poor in their crumbling huts, the pious on their prayer mats as well as the sinful on their sofas and couches - every single one rides the changing tides of fortune. All shake the hands of prosperity and poverty. Everyone’s bowl is filled with his share of happiness and sadness, as well as the excitement and disappointment.

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Love for Rasulullah (sallallahu ‘alaihi wa sallam)

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Last Updated on Monday, 11 March 2013 14:32

The husband, father and brother of an Ansaari woman were all martyred in the battle of Uhud, wherein they had participated with Rasulullah (sallallahu ‘alaihi wasallam). When she was informed about this, she replied, “First tell me how is Rasulullah (sallallahu ‘alaihi wasallam)?” They replied that he is well and alive. She said, “I first need to see him.” When she saw Rasulullah (sallallahu ‘alaihi wasallam) she remarked: “I can manage any loss after seeing you safe and sound.” (As-Seeratun Nabawiyyah – Ibnu Hishaam, vol. 3, pg. 99)  

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Seeing may be Deceiving!

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Last Updated on Monday, 04 March 2013 11:21

Qaasim (radhiyallahu ‘anhu), the son of Nabi (sallallahu ‘alaihi wasallam) passed away in infancy whilst still being suckled by his mother Sayyidah Khadeejah (radiyallahu ‘anha). Due to her natural motherly love and compassion for her child she said to Nabi (sallallahu ‘alaihi wasallam): “My bosom is still filled with milk for him. How nice it would have been if he was first weaned off before passing away.” To console her Nabi (sallallahu ‘alaihi wasallam) replied: “Arrangements for his breastfeeding have been made in Jannah.” Khadeejah (radiyallahu ‘anha) said: “I was unaware of that.” Nabi (sallallahu ‘alaihi wasallam) mentioned: “If you so wish, I will supplicate to Allah Ta‘ala who will make it possible for you to hear Qaasim’s voice.” At this she replied: “There is no need for that, for I have (more) conviction in what Allah Ta‘ala and his Rasool (sallallahu ‘alaihi wasallam) have mentioned (than in what I perceive through my senses).” (Sunan Ibni Maajah #1512)

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Sacrifice for the Sake of Allah Ta’ala

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Last Updated on Tuesday, 05 March 2013 15:13

Haajar (alaihas salaam) was chosen to be the wife of Nabi Ebrahim (alaihis salaam) and the mother of Nabi Isma’eel (alaihis salaam). Her obedience to her husband, her life of sacrifice, her staying all alone with her suckling son in the barren lands of Makkah, her full trust in Allah Ta’ala, her running between Safa and Marwa were all greatly loved by Allah Ta’ala. Hence, up to this day we all enjoy the blessing of Zam-Zam, part of our Hajj and Umrah is the seven rounds between Safa and Marwa which remind us of Haajar (alaihas salaam)’s love and obedience to Allah Ta’ala. To crown it all, the last and most beloved messenger of Allah Ta’ala, Muhammed (sallallahu alaihi wasallam) was chosen to be from the progeny of her son Isma’eel (alaihis salaam). 

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The Play Dough

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Last Updated on Thursday, 03 October 2013 09:22

She stared at the play dough in her hands. The different colours reminded her of the rainbow that her father had shown her just the day before. She was only four years old and doctors had given up hope of her motor-skills ever returning to her since that ghastly accident two years ago. Pushing the curls away from her eyes, she miraculously began pulling at it: twisting, rolling and shaping it into the house ... the house that she would always tell her father about whilst sitting on his lap and swinging in their sun-filled veranda. He would always twirl her baby-soft hair around his fingers and say:

“Darling, the happiest day of my life will be when you build me a house with your play dough.”

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