ISLAMIC ARTICLE :- ~ Nuniyah al-Qahtani

Truly one of the best pieces I have ever come across –
While little is known about the author, this poem which he wrotearound
about the 5th century hasemerged as one of the most powerful,
beautiful and well-celebrated works throughouttime. It's a piece that
scholars from all areas of the Muslim Worldare familiar with, and
parts of it are taught to students as part of their Islamic studies to
this day.
The poem itself has almost 700 lines (well over 6,000 words) covering
many aspects of Islam: Qur'an, 'Aqidah, hadith, fiqh, history, seerah
etc. It also goes into clarifying much of the theological and social
problems that arose in the Ummah during that time (e.g. the view of
the Mu'tazilah as well as issues brought by other heretical groups)
and it continuously givesbeautiful advice on how the Muslim should
live – e.g. how to deal with your brothers, how to perfect your
character, how to achieve in life etc.
Insha'Allah, the full translation iscoming soon…
Nuniyah al-Qahtani
- By Abu Muhammad al-Qahtani al-Andalusi -
ولقد مننت علي رب بأنعم *** مالي بشكر أقلهن يدان
"O Lord, You have indeed bestowed upon me blessings
The smallest of which I cannot fully give thanks for
فوحق حكمتك التي آتيتني *** حتى شددت بنورها برهاني
It is truly by Your Wisdom that You have given me such
Until You strengthened my faith by its light
لئن اجتبتني من رضاك معونة *** حتى تقوي أيدها إيماني
If, from Your Pleasure, I were to be selected by Your Aid
Such that its authority strengthened my faith
لأسبحنك بكرة وعشية *** ولتخدمنك في الدجى أركاني
Then surely, I will praise You day and night
And in the darkness, my limbs willbe at Your service
ولأذكرنك قائما أو قاعدا *** ولأشكرنك سائر الأحيان
I will indeed remember You whether I'm standing or sitting
And the rest of the time, I will be thanking You
ولأكتمن عن البرية خلتي *** ولاشكون إليك جهد زماني
I shall hide my dire needs from the people
And I shall complain only to You of my troubled times
ولأقصدنك في جميع حوائجي *** من دون قصد فلانة وفلان
I shall seek You in all of my needs
Without seeking the aid of anyone in specific
ولأحسمن عن الأنام مطامعي *** بحسام يأس لم تشبه بناني
And I will surely sever my hopes in mortals
With a decisive dismemberment not seen before
ولأجعلن رضاك أكبر همتي *** ولاضربن من الهوى شيطاني
I will make Your Pleasure to be my greatest concern
And I will indeed cast the devil out from my desires
ولأكسون عيوب نفسي بالتقى *** ولأقبضن عن الفجور عناني
I will surely clothe the defects of my soul with the garments of Taqwa (piety)
And I will indeed seize my stubbornness in committing evil
ولأمنعن النفس عن شهواتها *** ولأجعلن الزهد من أعواني
And I will prevent my soul from its desires
And I will make Zuhd (asceticism) to be my supporter
ولأتلون حروف وحيك في الدجى *** ولأحرقن بنوره شيطاني
I shall indeed recite the letters of Your Revelation in the depths of the dark
And I will burn the Shaytan (devil)with its manifest light
أنت الذي يا رب قلت حروفه *** ووصفته بالوعظ والتبيان
O my Lord, it is You Who has uttered its letters
And You have expressed therein much admonition and clarity
ونظمته ببلاغة أزلية *** تكييفها يخفى على الأذهان
You have constructed it with eternal eloquence
The manner of which cannot be understood by the mind
وكتبت في اللوح الحفيظ حروفه *** من قبل خلق الخلق في أزمان
And You have written its letters inthe Preserved Tablet
Before the creation of all things aforetime
فالله ربي لم يزل متكلما *** حقا إذا ما شاء ذو إحسان
Allah, my Lord, has not ceased to speak
The truth if He Wills; Owner of Great Generosity
نادى بصوت حين كلم عبده *** موسى فأسمعه بلا كتمان
He called out in His Voice when Hecalled His slave
Musa; and so He caused him to hear without any obscurity
وكذا ينادي في القيامة ربنا *** جهرا فيسمع صوته الثقلان
And likewise our Lord shall call onthe Day of Resurrection
In an audible voice, and every Man and Jinn shall hear Him:
أن يا عبادي أنصتوا لي واسمعوا *** قول الإله المالكالديان
That 'O my slaves, pay attention to Me and listen
To the Word of God, the King and Judge!'
هذا حديث نبينا عن ربه *** صدقا بلا كذب ولا بهتان
This is the narration of our Prophet from His Lord
In truth, without any lie or falsehood
لسنا نشبه صوته بكلامنا *** إذ ليس يدرك وصفه بعيان
We do not liken His voice to our speech
For its exact description is not known
لا تحصر الأوهام مبلغ ذاته *** أبدا ولا يحويه قطر مكان
Minds can never encompass the extent of His Being
And place can never contain Him
وهو المحيط بكل شيء علمه *** من غير إغفال ولا نسيان
He is the One Whose knowledge encompasses all things
Without heedlessness or any forgetfulness
من ذا يكيف ذاته وصفاته *** وهو القديم مكون الأكوان
And who can attempt to describe or shape Him and His Attributes
When He is the All-Present, Creatorof all existence?
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STORY :- ~ Love Overcomes Hatred

A few years later, when I was working in Fort Worth (in my early
20′s), there was a supervisor who used to harrass me. He was abusive
toward everyone, but he seemed to have a particular dislike of me. I
don't know why. Well, I had been experimenting with meditation, and
had been reading a few books about spirituality. One day I decided
that I would go about my day trying to see the soul within each
person. With each person I met, I would look past the exterior
appearance, past the external behaviors, and try to perceive the soul
inside.
It may sound silly or new-agey, but I noticed a difference
immediately. I was able to see things in people that I had not
previously perceived. In particular I saw a lot of fear. As I was
walking toward the cafeteria,I saw the abusive supervisor standing
near the door. I tried to forget everything I had experienced at his
hands, and look to his soul. I can't say exactlywhat I saw, but as I
approached him, he smiled at me. This was so unexpected and
incongruous, that I didn't know how to react and I continued on my way
without response.
After that day, I noticed a change.That supervisor and I certainly did
not become friends, but he stopped being hostile toward me. I cannot
really explain this, exceptto speculate that the act of looking to a
person's soul is a form of love, just as listening deeply, without
judgment, is an act of love. We are so unaccustomed in this life to
people regarding us in a pure way, without judgment, without
responding to our appearance or dress, without resentment for past
mistakes, that when someone does it, it's disarming. It transforms.
This is the power of love.
I'm not suggesting that all oppression in this world can be overcome
with a look. There is evil in the world. There are times when we must
fight to defend our lives and our families. Certain entities are
immune to the power of love (the current murderous regime in Syria is
not going to be overthrown with love). But even in the context of
conflict, love andfaith are powerful. Some Russian soldiers in
Chechnya embraced Islam after being captured by the mujahideen and
treated with kindness. Some soldiers in Egypt who were ordered to fire
upon civilians refused to do so after being embraced or kissed by
protesters.
The Prophet Muhammad (sws) himself was a reluctant warrior who
disliked fighting except as a last resort. He was one of the
firstmilitary leaders in history to lay down stringent rules for
humane warfare, prohibiting even the killing of animals or burning of
crops. He was a champion of faith, not fighting. His mission was one
of compassion. The mostpowerful tools in his arsenal werethe Quran and
the testimony of "Laa ilaha il-Allah" (there is no Godbut Allah). That
is how he changed the world.
Proof of this is that, as Wikipedia reports, "The sum total of all
casualties on all sides in all the battles of Muhammad range from 1200
to 1500 dead according to the most authoritative sources." This is
outrageously low by today's standards.
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Smile plz

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Better stay away from girls. 1 or 2 bring SMILE remaining steal your HAPPINESS
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Charm is ur face Character is ur great Great is ur smile Best is ur style
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Sum ppl hv nice eyes, sum nice smiles & others nice faces Bt u hv all of them
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A smile to start a day, A song to lighten the moments, A cheer to say
"have a wonderful day", GooD Morning
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So swEt is ur SMILE so swEt is ur STYLE so swEt is ur VOICE see how swEtly I LIE
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2day I gave some1 ur cell no Shewill meet u soon n stay wid u 4ever She is SMILE

ISLAMIC ARTICLE :- ~ Let Me Be True

I try to tackle issues of personal responsibility, keeping faith in
difficult times, understanding Allah as a compassionate and merciful
God, realizing that all of our lives have value and meaning, and
followingour dreams.
It may seem at first that the following poem does not fit with these
ideas. I think it does, but I'll leave that to you readers to decide,
and I will not prejudice you by trying to explain my concept of the
poem's meaning. Comments are always welcome and appreciated.
Let Me Be True
When it all comes down,
let me be true.
When seas thicken to brown,
and the world grows dim,
and love scatters
like ash on the wind,
and every man lies
to protect his skin:
let me be true to You Allah,
let me be true.
To the Messenger,
let me be near:
when in a dream I sat by him
against the beam of a wrecked ship,
he in a green turban, and a battle clashing…
we drank water, and breathed,
then he turned to me, and said,
"It's not what you speak that matters
but what you do."
To my heaven-blessed hero
let me be true.
To my love, let me be sincere.
I stand beneath a lamp
in a sphere of light
on a desert road. I don't peer
into the night. I listen,
beard dewed with rain,
for the footsteps of her soul.
Let me lead her to Jannah
and fulfill the shepherd's goal.
Let me soothe her sight,
carry her through storm,
and stand like a lion
as armies swarm on.
To my little daughter,
O Allah I implore you,
let me be forever true.
When she laughs and exclaims,
"You're so strong, Baba!"…
When I speak God's name
and she listens solemnly,
when she leaps and believes
that I'll save her…
To her nature and her dreams,
let me be true.
To myself – the greatest dare -
let me be real as earth.
Through the cinder heaps
and broken cities of the world
let me sweep, through black smoke,
eyes streaming, striding
like a bear. Let me hold on
to Book and pen, knife and drum,
true love as gun and guide.
Let me bow down on the roadside,
true to the Lord of the Dawn.
Let me rise, head up,
bloody and torn
but voicing truth
to the livid eyes of death,
and spreading peace
where only hate was found.
Dress me in taqwa.
Feed me dust and bone
and find me where sea meets stone
at the Western edge
when, finally, every secret is dredged,
and the world is used and done.
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