From Where to Where

From Where to Where A person who was taken aback by the honour given to Luqman (alaihis salaam) once approached him and asked: “Are you the very same Luqman who was a slave of the Banu Has-haas tribe?” Luqman (alaihis salaam) replied: “Yes!”   The man then asked: “Are you the very same person who used to herd sheep?” Luqman (alalais salaam) replied: “Yes!” The person asked yet again: “Are you the very same person with a dark complexion?” Luqan (alaihis salaam) replied: “My dark complexion is quite visible and clear to one and all, but what is it that really astonishes you regarding me?”   The man replied: “I

How to Clean The Heart

How to Clean The Heart The sin of malice and discord is serious. Even on auspicious occasions despite Allah’s abundant mercy, we always find one particular class of people that are deprived; those who harbour ill-feelings in their hearts towards others. In addition to this, some narrations state that such people’s salah is not accepted by Allah. (At-Targheeb, vol.3 pgs.455-462)   Hereunder are a few prescriptions (from the hadith and advice of seniors) to remove ill-feelings from the heart: 1. Recite the following ayah in abundance: “Rabbanagh fir lana wa li ikhwaninal lazheena sabaquna bil iman, wala taj’al fee quloobina ghillal lillazheena amanu Rabbana innaka Raoofur Raheem” (Surah: 59 Ayah:

Best Deeds

It is narrated on the authority of Abdullah bin Mas’ood (may Allah be pleased with him), who observed: “I asked Allah’s Messenger (may peace be upon him) which deed was the best.” He (the Holy Prophet) replied: ‘The Prayer at its appointed hour.’ I (again) asked: “Then what?” He (the Holy Prophet) replied: ‘Kindness to the parents.’ I (again) asked: “Then what?” He replied: ‘Earnest struggle (Jihad) in the cause of Allah.‘ I refrained from asking any more questions for fear of annoying him. (Sahih Muslim: 120) Abu Hurairah (may Allah be pleased with him) reported that Allah’s Messenger (may peace be upon him) was asked about the best of

Story: Was I Being Ungrateful?

‘…Sameera blinked away a tear that had crept up silently…’ Streaks of sunlight streamed in through the red velvet curtains. Lost in her thoughts, Sameera was busy scribbling away in a diary. “The lonely rose, Jolted in misery and gloom, Darkness all around, My fate is never to bloom…” She loosely constructed some verses of poetry to empty out the cries of her aching heart. She could no longer bear it. “Why are my prayers not answered? Why am I destined to never achieve what I desire? Why?” There were so many unanswered questions circling inside her mind. She had racked her brain on the monthly budget this time to