People are made up of basic"metals" or qualities. The best ofthem in
Jahiliyyah are the best ofthem in Islam, according to a hadith of the
Prophet.
Here are two pictures of a noble companion--one during his life in
Jahiliyyah and the other after he became a Muslim .
In Jahiliyyah, this Sahabi was known as Zayd al-Khayl. When he became
a Muslim, the Prophet renamed him Zayd al-Khayr.
The tribe of Aamir were afflicted one year by a severe drought which
destroyed crops and vegetation and caused livestock to perish. So bad
was it that oneman left the tribe with his familyand went to Hira.
There he left his family with the words, "Wait for me here till I
return to you." He swore to himself not to return to them until he
earned some money for them or died in the process.
The man took some provisions with him and walked all day in search of
something for his family. At nightfall, he found himself in front of a
tent. Nearbya horse was tethered and he said to himself:
"This is the first booty." He wentto the horse, untied it and was
about to mount it when a voice called out to him:
"Leave it and take your life as booty." He hastily abandoned the horse.
For seven days he walked until he reached a place where there was a
pasture for camels. Nearby was an enormous tent with a leather dome,
signs of great riches and wealth.
The man said to himself:"Doubtless this pasture has camels and
doubtless this tent has occupants." The sun was about to set. The man
looked inside the tent and saw a very old man in the center. He sat
down behind the old man without the latter realizing his presence.
The sun soon set. A horseman, imposing and well built, approached. He
rode his mount erect and tall. Two male servants accompanied him, one
on his right and the other on hisleft. With him were almost a hundred
she-camels and in frontof them a huge male camel. Clearly he was a
well endowed man. To one of the servants he said, pointing to a fat
camel:
"Milk this and give the old man adrink." The shaykh drank one or two
mouthfuls from the full vessel which was brought to him and left it.
The wanderer went up to it stealthily and drank all the milk in it.
The servant returned, took the vesseland said:
"Master, he has drunk it all." Thehorseman was happy and ordered
another camel to be milked. The old man drank only one mouthful and
the wanderer drank half of what was left so asnot to arouse the
suspicion of the horseman. The horseman then ordered his second
servant to kill a sheep. Some of it was grilled and the horseman fed
theshaykh until he was satisfied. He and the two servants then ate.
After this, they all slept soundly; their snoring filled the tent.
The wanderer then went to the he-camel, untied and mounted it. He rode
off and the she camels followed. He rode throughout the night. At
daybreak he looked around in every direction but did not see anyone
following him. He pushed on until the sun was high in the sky. He
looked around and suddenly saw something like an eagle or a big bird
in the distance coming towards him. It quickly gained on him and soon
he saw that it was the horseman on his horse.
The wanderer dismounted and tied the he-camel. He took out an arrow
and placed it in his bow and stood in front of the other camels. The
horseman stopped at a distance and shouted:
"Untie the camel." The man refused saying how he had left behind him a
hungry family in Hira and how he had sworn not to return unless he had
money or died in the process
"You are dead if you do not untie the camel," said the horseman. The
wanderer again refused to do so. The horseman threatened him once more
and said:
"Hold out the reins of the camel.There are three knots in it. Tell me
in which of them you want me to place my arrow." The manpointed to the
middle knot and the horseman lodged an arrow right in the center as if
he had neatly placed it there with his hand. He did the same with the
second and third knots. At that, the man quietly returned his own
arrow to his quiver and gave himself up. The horseman took away his
sword and his bow and said to him:
"Ride behind me." The man expected the worst fate to befallhim now. He
was at the complete mercy of the horseman who said:
"Do you think I will cause you harm when you have shared with Muhalhil
(the old man, his father) his drink and his food last night?"
When the man heard the name Muhalhil, he was astonished andasked: "Are
you Zayd al-Khayl?"
"Yes," said the horseman.
"Be the best captor," pleaded the man.
"Don't worry," replied Zayd al-Khayl calmly. "If these camels were
mine, I would give them toyou. But they belong to one of my sisters.
But stay some days with me. I am about to make a raid."
Three days later he raided the Banu Numayr and captured about a
hundred camels, as booty. He gave them all to the man and sent some
men with him as guards until he reached his family in Hira.
The above is a story of Zayd al-Khayl as he was in Jahiliyyah
recounted by the historian ash-Shaybani. The books of Siyar give
another picture of Zayd al-Khayl as he was in Islam . . .
When Zayd al-Khayr heard the news of the Prophet, peace be upon him,
he made some of his own enquiries and then decided to go to Madinah to
meet the Prophet. With him was a big delegation of his people among
whom were Zurr ibn Sudoos, Malik ibn Jubayr, Aamir ibn Duwayn and
others.
When they reached Madinah, they went straight to the Prophet's Mosque
and tethered their mounts at its door. It happened that as they
entered, the Prophet was on the mimbar addressing the Muslims. His
speech aroused Zayd and his delegation and they were also astonished
by the rapt attentionof the Muslims and the effect of the Prophet's
words on them. The Prophet was saying:
"I am better for you than al-Uzza(one of the main idols of the Arabs
in Jahiliyyah) and everything else that you worship. I am better for
you than the black camel which you worship besides God."
The Prophet's words had two different effects on Zayd al-Khayland
those with him. Some of them responded positively to the Truth and
accepted it. Some turned away and rejected it. Oneof the latter was
Zurr ibn Sudoos. When he saw the devotion of the believers to
Muhammad, both envy and fear filled his heart and he said to those
with him:
"I see a man who shall certainly captivate all Arabs and bring them
under his sway. I shall not let him control me ever." He then headed
towards Syria where it is said he shaved his head (as was the practice
of some monks) and became a Christian.
The reaction of Zayd and others was different. When the Prophethad
finished speaking, Zayd stood up, tall and impressive-looking in the
midst of the Muslims and said in a loud and clear voice:
"O Muhammad, I testify that there is no god but Allah and that you are
the messenger of Allah."
The Prophet came up to him andasked, "Who are you"
"I am Zayd al-Khayl the son of Muhalhil."
"From now on you are Zayd al-Khayr instead, not Zayd al-Khayl," said
the Prophet."Praise be to God Who has brought you from the hills and
dales of your native land and softened your heart towards Islam."
Thereafter he was known as Zayd al-Khayr (Zayd the Good).
The Prophet then took him to his house. With them were Umaribn
al-Khattab and some other Companions. The Prophet gave him a cushion
to sit on but he felt very uncomfortable to recline thus in the
presence of the Prophet and he returned thecushion. The Prophet handed
it back to him and he returned it to him. This happened three times.
Eventually, when they were all seated, the Prophet saidto Zayd
al-Khayr:
"O Zayd, no man has ever been described to me and when I see him he
does not fit the description at all except you. You have two
characteristics which are pleasing to God and His Prophet."
"What are they?" asked Zayd.
"Perseverance and sagacity," replied the Prophet.
"Praise be to God," said Zayd,"Who has given me what He andHis Prophet
like." He then turneddirectly to the Prophet and said:"Give me, O
messenger of God, three hundred horsemen and I promise you that I will
secure Byzantine territory with them." The Prophet praised his fervor
and said, "What manner of man are you!"
During this visit, all those who stayed with Zayd became Muslims. They
then desired to return to their homes in Najd and the Prophet bade
them farewell. The great desire of Zayd al-Khayr to work and fight for
the cause of Islam, however was not to be realized.
In Madinah al-Munawwarah at that time there was an epidemicof fever
and Zayd al-Khayr succumbed to it and said to those with him: "Take me
away from the land of Qays. I have the fever of small pox. By God, I
shallnot fight as a Muslim before I meet Allah, the Mighty the Great."
Zayd took the road to his people in Najd in spite of the fact that the
fever became more and more intense and slowed him down. He hoped at
least to get back to his people and that they would become Muslims,
throughGod's grace, at his hands. He struggled to overcome the fever
but it got the better of him and he breathed his last on the way
before reaching Najd. Between his acceptance of Islam and his death,
however, there was no time for him to have fallen into sin.
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Zayd al-Khayr - Biographies of the Companions (Sahabah)
Story - Moons Peak [FINISHED]- Weeping Willow (chapter 10)
ALONE IN MY ROOM, I shoved the last of my clothes in my Louis Vuitton
bag, and zipped it closed.
I was cursing my tears, hoping they would subside, but the turning of
events had taken its toll on me.
I'd changed out of my soaked dress, and into a pair of jeans and tank
top, and deciding ringingNew York was my best comfort release.
I was wrong, however, considering the voice on my supposed boyfriend's
phone wasn't Peter Maverick, but my best friend Veronica instead.
I'd spent an hour arguingwith the two only to toss my phone across the
room and shatter it to pieces. Though, the newswasn't so much a shock
than I supposed I'd made it out to be, and I didn't expect any less,
since I'd known something between the two was going on. I guess I
chose to turn a blind eye, just for comfort sake.
Deciding it was best to break up with him was putting it midly, but
losing a best friend in theprocess was something i didn't prepare for.
Eventhough she was everything a best friend was not.
Satchel, and his almost-kiss didn't help matters either. It was stupid
and childish, but the thought of him not wanting to kiss me, made me
feel beyond rejected.
Self-conscious to a point where I felt like I wasn't good enough.
However, telling him I'd had a boyfriend was somethingI should have
kept to myself...and now regretted.
I don't know why I felt the need to blurt it out inthe first place,
but then again, after the almost kiss? I thought he deserved to know.
Regretting it now was probably a selfish urge on my part, or maybe I
didn't know that his closeproximity and his near kiss would have
affected me like this.
It did though. I was scolded by the rejection from his near kiss, even
more so at the fact that a lower class farmer, like Satchel, had put
me in this position.
Somehow in the midst of all of this, my sudden departure from Denver's
Drove didn't hold the same sentiments as it once did, seeming how I
had nothing but my belongings to go back to.
It made my boldness overblurting I'd had a boyfriend look
ridiculousnow that I'd broken up with Peter over the phone. I was
confused and frustrated and I really wish there was a cure for these
damn water works, because I really needed to get a grip.
I was vaguely aware of the door whining, as someone came into the room.
It was Satchel.
I wiped my eyes quickly in hopes that he didn't catch me crying, but
unfortunately it was too late.
"Er, I wasn't sure if you heard me knocking, so I wanted to check if
you were...." I cursed myself hating the fact that I couldn't stop
crying.
"Hey are you okay?" I nodded away from him.
"Yeah." My voice soundedeerie in comparison. He pried my hands away
from my face, gently turning me around. I forced a smile that I was so
good at painting.
"I'm fine." I avoided his eyes. "-I just had something in my eye. Dust
I think…you know this place is full of it." I ruffled my bangs, trying
to hide my eyes in them, but failed miserably.
He looked like he was fresh from a shower. His hair gelled back just
shy of a ponytail, while his attire consisted of a white muscle shirt,
black suspenders and same color slacks. His steel cap boots were as
clean as I've even seen them. He hesitated.
"I could come back another time if you'd like?" I shook my head and
gestured for him to come in.
"No I'm fine, really. I was just in the middle of packing." He made
his way to the window and took a seat. He eyed my suitcase that I'd
thrown on the floor with slight amusement. I'd been kicking it after
the phonecall with Peter, and my hours of packing went down the drain.
I'd madea complete mess of my bags.
"Lou." He murmured. My eyebrows furrowed.
"Who?" He smiled up at me and nodded at my bag.
"That's the name of your bag right? Lou?" I looked at my bag and
smiled a little, despite my mood.
" Louis Vuitton. The designer of the bag, not my personal name for
it."I scoffed. He nodded absent-mindedly, scrutinizing my room.
"I'm sorry I treated it like garbage when you first got here. It must
have been expensive," I wavedit off.
"Don't fret, I guess that was dramatic of me, besides I haven't been
treating it any better." I managed to laugh, humorlessly so and sat
down on the bed. I started fidgeting with myfingers at the awkward
silence that followed. I cleared my throat.
"So, what's-up?" I could feel the weight of his eyes on me again, but
I refused to meet them. I didn't know how I felt about him knowing
that he'd caught me crying.
"I just…I wanted to apologize about before; in the tree hut, about how
I behaved." He frowned. I was about to ask what he was sorry for, but
then realized he must have been talking about the almost kiss.
"Forget about it, I have." I got up and tried to occupy myself by
picking my bags up, setting them up in a line by the far wall.
"-Besides, I was the one shooting my mouth off about having a
boyfriend." I bit my lip again, hating my nerves for making me look
like aranting idiot. He cleared his throat.
"Anyway, I have something for you." He handed me a silver box I didn't
realize he was carryinig. I eyed it warily.
"What is it?" He shruggedand urged me to open it. I did, only to find
photos of my mother, jewelry that I supposed she owned, and letters. I
gasped, recognition splayed all over my face.
"This is...?" He nodded.
"We made a pact to dig itup when we met up witheach other again." I smiled.
"I remember. I just...wow." The nostalgicfeeling came crashing back.
Satchel and I had buried this box on the day I left. Shoving pieces of
ourselves that held sentimental value to the both of us. I picked up
the old photo of a seven year old Satchel, and me as a five year old,
by the gate entrance.
I noticed the sign of Denver's Drove had been perfectly straight,
bolted to the gate.
I showed it to him. "I remember this. Your mom called us mischiefs
that day she took this." Somehow, he'd gotten up from where he was
sitting to stand behind me. He smiled looking at the photo over my
shoulder and his faint aftershave skimmed my nose.
"Yeah, but I doubt she knew that rock in your hand was intended for
the sign." We both chuckled, gazing at the picture. We were so
little.I marveled at the little boy that was no longer, only to find
him a man standing tall next to me. Ibit my lips to conceal my
laughter.
"Its kind of your fault, you dared me to throw it." He crooked a smile
and shrugged.
"What did you expect? I was hoping I could get you to do my chores,
didn't think you'd do it either." A smile still painted his face and
suddenly I was aware of his proximity again, so I put the photo back,
flipping through the rest of the contents.
There were photos of my real mom, even of his dad. Both having died of
the same fever, as far as I was told.
I happened to fish out a small dusty journal with my name scrawled
acrossthe front in writing that was almost impossible to decipher. I
smiled
"My journal." I said flipping through the blank pages.
"I remember you saying that the next time you dug this up, you'd be an
authorized author." I stifled a laugh.
"Yeah, that was me. Always a dreamer." I frowned when I noticed there
was a photo wedged in between the pages. It was of my father; with his
disheveled light brown hair, and honey colored eyes gazing out of the
photo. He was holding me in my arms as a baby. I frowned, hating the
feeling I got when I thought of my father.
I'd never get the chance of knowing him now, and I wasn't sure what
tomake of my Grandmothers motives for keeping him out of contact with
me, but looking at his photograph, and me in his arms caused an aching
feeling in my chest.
"Weeping Willow." Satchel whispered, sweeping my bangs away from my
face. I blinked as he swiped his thumbs under my eyes ever so
slightly. He tippedhis thumb so I could see the single tear lingering.
Oh God, I'm doing it again. Crying in front of him for no reason.
Quite frankly, I wasn't sure what I was crying over.
The fact that I'd grown up without a mother or father, or the fact of
losing a boyfriend and best friend in this short time frame. My life
couldn't get any worst.
"Sorry." I blushed and turned to look up at him; and in that instant,
I could feel my eyes drowning in the depths of his soul again. I
struggled the urge to turn away, but I was fixated.
"You miss him?" I shrugged, putting the picture back into the box and
closing it.
"Doesn't matter now, he'sgone." I gestured at the box. "-Thanks by the
way,for the box of memories."I said, pulling away from his proximity
in order to breathe.
I sat the box on my bed, and tried to occupy myself with packing.
Despite the fact that everything I'd owned was neatly folded in my
bags already, but his closeness made me nervous.
I turned to the sound of his sigh, and watched him stare out the
window, and by now, nighttime had come.
"Box of memories...that's one way of putting it." He gave me a side
long glance and in a blink of an eye, he leaped out of the window, and
disappeared.
I rushed to the window and jerked my head around to survey the area.
He was gone. Save for the glow of the moonlight that glittered through
the window, and it looked like the full moon had a smirk on its face.
Moments later, I settled on the window seat.
I flinched at the sound of a familiar cry coming out from the distance
and scanned the perimeter. I couldn't see anything, but the sound gave
me a hollow feeling.
My stomach clenched andI felt its pain as it howled one too many
times. I wanted to console the animal, and share its grief, as I too,
felt like I was going through something similar.
The animal was in mourning and I shivered,curling myself into my
comforters I'd pulled off my bed, and closing my eyes so I can hear
more of it.
The window seat didn't hold as much comfort as my bed, but being
closer to the open window made me think he would come back.
Did Satchel just jump out of my two story window? I found myself asking.
What struck me as even more odd was the fact that the only sound I
could hear was the one wolf, as if the sleepless creatures of the
night had silenced their calls, just to listen to this one particular
animal.
A lone wolf I decided andI fell to sleep listening to the sounds of its cry.
Don't leave me again. Something whispered in my ear.
But my eyes demanded sleep, and so I fell into the depthless pools of slumber.
bag, and zipped it closed.
I was cursing my tears, hoping they would subside, but the turning of
events had taken its toll on me.
I'd changed out of my soaked dress, and into a pair of jeans and tank
top, and deciding ringingNew York was my best comfort release.
I was wrong, however, considering the voice on my supposed boyfriend's
phone wasn't Peter Maverick, but my best friend Veronica instead.
I'd spent an hour arguingwith the two only to toss my phone across the
room and shatter it to pieces. Though, the newswasn't so much a shock
than I supposed I'd made it out to be, and I didn't expect any less,
since I'd known something between the two was going on. I guess I
chose to turn a blind eye, just for comfort sake.
Deciding it was best to break up with him was putting it midly, but
losing a best friend in theprocess was something i didn't prepare for.
Eventhough she was everything a best friend was not.
Satchel, and his almost-kiss didn't help matters either. It was stupid
and childish, but the thought of him not wanting to kiss me, made me
feel beyond rejected.
Self-conscious to a point where I felt like I wasn't good enough.
However, telling him I'd had a boyfriend was somethingI should have
kept to myself...and now regretted.
I don't know why I felt the need to blurt it out inthe first place,
but then again, after the almost kiss? I thought he deserved to know.
Regretting it now was probably a selfish urge on my part, or maybe I
didn't know that his closeproximity and his near kiss would have
affected me like this.
It did though. I was scolded by the rejection from his near kiss, even
more so at the fact that a lower class farmer, like Satchel, had put
me in this position.
Somehow in the midst of all of this, my sudden departure from Denver's
Drove didn't hold the same sentiments as it once did, seeming how I
had nothing but my belongings to go back to.
It made my boldness overblurting I'd had a boyfriend look
ridiculousnow that I'd broken up with Peter over the phone. I was
confused and frustrated and I really wish there was a cure for these
damn water works, because I really needed to get a grip.
I was vaguely aware of the door whining, as someone came into the room.
It was Satchel.
I wiped my eyes quickly in hopes that he didn't catch me crying, but
unfortunately it was too late.
"Er, I wasn't sure if you heard me knocking, so I wanted to check if
you were...." I cursed myself hating the fact that I couldn't stop
crying.
"Hey are you okay?" I nodded away from him.
"Yeah." My voice soundedeerie in comparison. He pried my hands away
from my face, gently turning me around. I forced a smile that I was so
good at painting.
"I'm fine." I avoided his eyes. "-I just had something in my eye. Dust
I think…you know this place is full of it." I ruffled my bangs, trying
to hide my eyes in them, but failed miserably.
He looked like he was fresh from a shower. His hair gelled back just
shy of a ponytail, while his attire consisted of a white muscle shirt,
black suspenders and same color slacks. His steel cap boots were as
clean as I've even seen them. He hesitated.
"I could come back another time if you'd like?" I shook my head and
gestured for him to come in.
"No I'm fine, really. I was just in the middle of packing." He made
his way to the window and took a seat. He eyed my suitcase that I'd
thrown on the floor with slight amusement. I'd been kicking it after
the phonecall with Peter, and my hours of packing went down the drain.
I'd madea complete mess of my bags.
"Lou." He murmured. My eyebrows furrowed.
"Who?" He smiled up at me and nodded at my bag.
"That's the name of your bag right? Lou?" I looked at my bag and
smiled a little, despite my mood.
" Louis Vuitton. The designer of the bag, not my personal name for
it."I scoffed. He nodded absent-mindedly, scrutinizing my room.
"I'm sorry I treated it like garbage when you first got here. It must
have been expensive," I wavedit off.
"Don't fret, I guess that was dramatic of me, besides I haven't been
treating it any better." I managed to laugh, humorlessly so and sat
down on the bed. I started fidgeting with myfingers at the awkward
silence that followed. I cleared my throat.
"So, what's-up?" I could feel the weight of his eyes on me again, but
I refused to meet them. I didn't know how I felt about him knowing
that he'd caught me crying.
"I just…I wanted to apologize about before; in the tree hut, about how
I behaved." He frowned. I was about to ask what he was sorry for, but
then realized he must have been talking about the almost kiss.
"Forget about it, I have." I got up and tried to occupy myself by
picking my bags up, setting them up in a line by the far wall.
"-Besides, I was the one shooting my mouth off about having a
boyfriend." I bit my lip again, hating my nerves for making me look
like aranting idiot. He cleared his throat.
"Anyway, I have something for you." He handed me a silver box I didn't
realize he was carryinig. I eyed it warily.
"What is it?" He shruggedand urged me to open it. I did, only to find
photos of my mother, jewelry that I supposed she owned, and letters. I
gasped, recognition splayed all over my face.
"This is...?" He nodded.
"We made a pact to dig itup when we met up witheach other again." I smiled.
"I remember. I just...wow." The nostalgicfeeling came crashing back.
Satchel and I had buried this box on the day I left. Shoving pieces of
ourselves that held sentimental value to the both of us. I picked up
the old photo of a seven year old Satchel, and me as a five year old,
by the gate entrance.
I noticed the sign of Denver's Drove had been perfectly straight,
bolted to the gate.
I showed it to him. "I remember this. Your mom called us mischiefs
that day she took this." Somehow, he'd gotten up from where he was
sitting to stand behind me. He smiled looking at the photo over my
shoulder and his faint aftershave skimmed my nose.
"Yeah, but I doubt she knew that rock in your hand was intended for
the sign." We both chuckled, gazing at the picture. We were so
little.I marveled at the little boy that was no longer, only to find
him a man standing tall next to me. Ibit my lips to conceal my
laughter.
"Its kind of your fault, you dared me to throw it." He crooked a smile
and shrugged.
"What did you expect? I was hoping I could get you to do my chores,
didn't think you'd do it either." A smile still painted his face and
suddenly I was aware of his proximity again, so I put the photo back,
flipping through the rest of the contents.
There were photos of my real mom, even of his dad. Both having died of
the same fever, as far as I was told.
I happened to fish out a small dusty journal with my name scrawled
acrossthe front in writing that was almost impossible to decipher. I
smiled
"My journal." I said flipping through the blank pages.
"I remember you saying that the next time you dug this up, you'd be an
authorized author." I stifled a laugh.
"Yeah, that was me. Always a dreamer." I frowned when I noticed there
was a photo wedged in between the pages. It was of my father; with his
disheveled light brown hair, and honey colored eyes gazing out of the
photo. He was holding me in my arms as a baby. I frowned, hating the
feeling I got when I thought of my father.
I'd never get the chance of knowing him now, and I wasn't sure what
tomake of my Grandmothers motives for keeping him out of contact with
me, but looking at his photograph, and me in his arms caused an aching
feeling in my chest.
"Weeping Willow." Satchel whispered, sweeping my bangs away from my
face. I blinked as he swiped his thumbs under my eyes ever so
slightly. He tippedhis thumb so I could see the single tear lingering.
Oh God, I'm doing it again. Crying in front of him for no reason.
Quite frankly, I wasn't sure what I was crying over.
The fact that I'd grown up without a mother or father, or the fact of
losing a boyfriend and best friend in this short time frame. My life
couldn't get any worst.
"Sorry." I blushed and turned to look up at him; and in that instant,
I could feel my eyes drowning in the depths of his soul again. I
struggled the urge to turn away, but I was fixated.
"You miss him?" I shrugged, putting the picture back into the box and
closing it.
"Doesn't matter now, he'sgone." I gestured at the box. "-Thanks by the
way,for the box of memories."I said, pulling away from his proximity
in order to breathe.
I sat the box on my bed, and tried to occupy myself with packing.
Despite the fact that everything I'd owned was neatly folded in my
bags already, but his closeness made me nervous.
I turned to the sound of his sigh, and watched him stare out the
window, and by now, nighttime had come.
"Box of memories...that's one way of putting it." He gave me a side
long glance and in a blink of an eye, he leaped out of the window, and
disappeared.
I rushed to the window and jerked my head around to survey the area.
He was gone. Save for the glow of the moonlight that glittered through
the window, and it looked like the full moon had a smirk on its face.
Moments later, I settled on the window seat.
I flinched at the sound of a familiar cry coming out from the distance
and scanned the perimeter. I couldn't see anything, but the sound gave
me a hollow feeling.
My stomach clenched andI felt its pain as it howled one too many
times. I wanted to console the animal, and share its grief, as I too,
felt like I was going through something similar.
The animal was in mourning and I shivered,curling myself into my
comforters I'd pulled off my bed, and closing my eyes so I can hear
more of it.
The window seat didn't hold as much comfort as my bed, but being
closer to the open window made me think he would come back.
Did Satchel just jump out of my two story window? I found myself asking.
What struck me as even more odd was the fact that the only sound I
could hear was the one wolf, as if the sleepless creatures of the
night had silenced their calls, just to listen to this one particular
animal.
A lone wolf I decided andI fell to sleep listening to the sounds of its cry.
Don't leave me again. Something whispered in my ear.
But my eyes demanded sleep, and so I fell into the depthless pools of slumber.
Praised Manners, - Dought & clear - His heart does not feel humble when he hears Qur’aan but he is moved by nasheed
When I hear the Qur'aan or read it, I am not moved by hearing it andmy
heart is not stirred and does not feel humble, whereas sometimes when
I listen to nasheed I am moved deeply. What is the solution?.
Praise be to Allaah.
The Qur'aan is the best and most beneficial of speech, and the most
moving and the most effective in guiding the soul. Allah, may He be
exalted, says (interpretation of the meaning):
"Allâh has sent down theBest statement, a Book (this Qur'ân), its
parts resembling each other (in goodness and truth), and oft-repeated.
The skins of those who fear their Lord shiver from it (when they
recite it or hear it). Then their skin and their heart soften tothe
remembrance of Allâh. That is the guidance of Allâh. He Guides
therewith whom He wills and whomever Allâh sends astray, for him there
is no guide"
[al-Zumar 39:23]
"The believers are only those who, when Allâh ismentioned, feel a fear
intheir hearts and when His Verses (this Qur'ân) are recited unto
them, they (i.e. the Verses) increase their Faith; and they put their
trust in their Lord (Alone)"
[al-Anfaal 8:2].
The fact that a Muslim is not moved when he hears or reads Qur'aan,
but he is moved when he hears nasheeds, is an alarming sign. Your
quest indicates that you are not happy with the situation, so you have
to hasten to remedy the matter before it gets worse. The remedy is as
follows:
1. Read the Qur'aan a great deal because neglecting the Qur'aan
isa cause of a person being deprived of benefiting from the Qur'aan.
2. Pay attention to learning the meanings of the Qur'aan, even if
that is from a brief tafseer such as the Tafseer of al-Sa'di (may
Allah have mercy on him). The reason why you do not feel humble or are
not moved by the Qur'aan may be that you do not know its meanings.
3. Remember Allah a great deal and obey Him.This is an important
means of softening the heart and dispelling hardheartedness.
4. Repent to Allah fromall sins, and adhere to the commands of
Allah. Aperson may be punishedfor his sins by being deprived of
goodness, humility and contemplation.
5. Listen to nasheeds less often, or stop listening to them
altogether, so that your heart will become healthy and sound, and will
go back to being moved by and benefiting from the words of Allah.
There follow fatwas from some of the scholars concerning this matter.
Shaykh Saalih al-Fawzaan (may Allah preserve him) said:
With regard to what youcall Islamic nasheeds, they have been given
more time, effort and organisation than they deserve, to the extent
that they have become an art form that takes upspace in curricula and
school activities; people record them and reproduce them in large
amounts for sale and distribution, and they fillmost homes. Young men
and women listen to them to such an extent that they take up a
greatdeal of their time and listening to them takes precedence over
recordings of the Holy Qur'aan, the Prophet's Sunnah, lectures and
useful academic lessons. End quote.
Al-Bayaan li Akhta' ba'd al-Kuttaab, p. 342
Shaykh Ibn Baaz (may Allah have mercy on him) said:
The best advice that can be given for healing the heart and dispelling
hardheartedness is to pay attention to the HolyQur'aan, ponder it and
read it a great deal, as well as remembering Allah, may He be
glorified and exalted, a great deal. Reading and pondering the Holy
Qur'aan, as well as remembering Allah a great deal, and saying,
"Subhaan Allah wal hamdu Lillah wa laa ilaaha ill-Allah wa Allahu
akbar; Subhaan Allah wabi hamdih, subhaan Allah il-'Azeem; Laa ilaaha
ill-Allaah wahdahu laa shareeka lah, lahu'l-mulk wa lahu'l-hamd yuhyi
wa yumeet wa huwa 'ala kulli shay'in qadeer (Glory be to Allah, praise
be to Allah, there is no god but Allah and Allah is Most Great; Glory
and praise be to Allah, glory be to Allah the Almighty; there is no
god but Allaah alone, with no partner or associate, His is the
Dominion and to Him be praise, He gives life and gives death, andHe
has power over all things)" -- all of these are means of removing
hardheartedness.
End quote from Majmoo'Fataawa Ibn Baaz, 24/388
Shaykh Ibn 'Uthaymeen (may Allah have mercy on him) said:
Causes of hardheartedness include: turning away from Allah, may He be
glorified and exalted, and not reading Qur'aan; being preoccupied with
this world and focusing mostly on it, and not paying attention to
matters of religion, because obeying Allah, may He be exalted, makes
the heart soft andbrings one back to Allah,may He be blessed and
exalted. The remedy for that is to turn to Allah, repent to Him,
remember Him a great deal, read the Qur'aan a great deal, and do acts
of worship, as much as one can. End quote.
Fataawa Noor 'ala al-Darb by Ibn 'Uthaymeen, 12/171
And Allah knows best.
heart is not stirred and does not feel humble, whereas sometimes when
I listen to nasheed I am moved deeply. What is the solution?.
Praise be to Allaah.
The Qur'aan is the best and most beneficial of speech, and the most
moving and the most effective in guiding the soul. Allah, may He be
exalted, says (interpretation of the meaning):
"Allâh has sent down theBest statement, a Book (this Qur'ân), its
parts resembling each other (in goodness and truth), and oft-repeated.
The skins of those who fear their Lord shiver from it (when they
recite it or hear it). Then their skin and their heart soften tothe
remembrance of Allâh. That is the guidance of Allâh. He Guides
therewith whom He wills and whomever Allâh sends astray, for him there
is no guide"
[al-Zumar 39:23]
"The believers are only those who, when Allâh ismentioned, feel a fear
intheir hearts and when His Verses (this Qur'ân) are recited unto
them, they (i.e. the Verses) increase their Faith; and they put their
trust in their Lord (Alone)"
[al-Anfaal 8:2].
The fact that a Muslim is not moved when he hears or reads Qur'aan,
but he is moved when he hears nasheeds, is an alarming sign. Your
quest indicates that you are not happy with the situation, so you have
to hasten to remedy the matter before it gets worse. The remedy is as
follows:
1. Read the Qur'aan a great deal because neglecting the Qur'aan
isa cause of a person being deprived of benefiting from the Qur'aan.
2. Pay attention to learning the meanings of the Qur'aan, even if
that is from a brief tafseer such as the Tafseer of al-Sa'di (may
Allah have mercy on him). The reason why you do not feel humble or are
not moved by the Qur'aan may be that you do not know its meanings.
3. Remember Allah a great deal and obey Him.This is an important
means of softening the heart and dispelling hardheartedness.
4. Repent to Allah fromall sins, and adhere to the commands of
Allah. Aperson may be punishedfor his sins by being deprived of
goodness, humility and contemplation.
5. Listen to nasheeds less often, or stop listening to them
altogether, so that your heart will become healthy and sound, and will
go back to being moved by and benefiting from the words of Allah.
There follow fatwas from some of the scholars concerning this matter.
Shaykh Saalih al-Fawzaan (may Allah preserve him) said:
With regard to what youcall Islamic nasheeds, they have been given
more time, effort and organisation than they deserve, to the extent
that they have become an art form that takes upspace in curricula and
school activities; people record them and reproduce them in large
amounts for sale and distribution, and they fillmost homes. Young men
and women listen to them to such an extent that they take up a
greatdeal of their time and listening to them takes precedence over
recordings of the Holy Qur'aan, the Prophet's Sunnah, lectures and
useful academic lessons. End quote.
Al-Bayaan li Akhta' ba'd al-Kuttaab, p. 342
Shaykh Ibn Baaz (may Allah have mercy on him) said:
The best advice that can be given for healing the heart and dispelling
hardheartedness is to pay attention to the HolyQur'aan, ponder it and
read it a great deal, as well as remembering Allah, may He be
glorified and exalted, a great deal. Reading and pondering the Holy
Qur'aan, as well as remembering Allah a great deal, and saying,
"Subhaan Allah wal hamdu Lillah wa laa ilaaha ill-Allah wa Allahu
akbar; Subhaan Allah wabi hamdih, subhaan Allah il-'Azeem; Laa ilaaha
ill-Allaah wahdahu laa shareeka lah, lahu'l-mulk wa lahu'l-hamd yuhyi
wa yumeet wa huwa 'ala kulli shay'in qadeer (Glory be to Allah, praise
be to Allah, there is no god but Allah and Allah is Most Great; Glory
and praise be to Allah, glory be to Allah the Almighty; there is no
god but Allaah alone, with no partner or associate, His is the
Dominion and to Him be praise, He gives life and gives death, andHe
has power over all things)" -- all of these are means of removing
hardheartedness.
End quote from Majmoo'Fataawa Ibn Baaz, 24/388
Shaykh Ibn 'Uthaymeen (may Allah have mercy on him) said:
Causes of hardheartedness include: turning away from Allah, may He be
glorified and exalted, and not reading Qur'aan; being preoccupied with
this world and focusing mostly on it, and not paying attention to
matters of religion, because obeying Allah, may He be exalted, makes
the heart soft andbrings one back to Allah,may He be blessed and
exalted. The remedy for that is to turn to Allah, repent to Him,
remember Him a great deal, read the Qur'aan a great deal, and do acts
of worship, as much as one can. End quote.
Fataawa Noor 'ala al-Darb by Ibn 'Uthaymeen, 12/171
And Allah knows best.
Praised Manners, - Dought & clear - The reward for keeping a promise and the gravity of breaking it
What is the reward for keeping a promise and the punishment for
breaking a promise?.
Praise be to Allaah.
Firstly:
The verses of the Holy Qur'aan and the hadeeths of the Prophet
(blessings and peace of Allah be upon him) indicate that fulfilling
promises and covenants is obligatory, and they point to abhorrence of
the sin of the one who breaks them or fails to fulfil them. Failing to
fulfil them may go so far as to constitute kufr, as happened to the
Children of Israel and others when they broke the covenant with their
Lord and abandoned their pledge to Allah to believe in Him and follow
His Messengers. Allah, may He be exalted,says (interpretation of the
meaning):
"And fulfil (every) covenant. Verily! the covenant, will be questioned about"
[al-Isra' 17:34]
"and fulfill the Covenant of Allâh"
[al-An 'am 6:152]
And He says, praising His believing slaves (interpretation of the meaning):
"Those who fulfil the Covenant of Allâh and break not the Mîthâq
(bond, treaty, covenant)"
[al-Ra 'd 13:20].
Many texts of the Qur'aan and Sunnah clearly indicate that it is
obligatory to fulfil promises and covenants,and it is haraam to break
them and act in a treacherous manner. All the verses that mention
promises and covenants indicate that both explicitly and implicitly.
The practice of the Prophet (blessings and peace of Allah be upon him)
and his Companions is the clearest testimony to that and application
thereof.
Secondly:
Allah has decreed for fulfilling promises great benefits in this world
and in the Hereafter, in addition to the obvious benefits of creating
a righteous and stable society. Among these benefits are the
following:
*
Fulfilling promises is oneof the attributes of the pious according to
the Book of Allah, and it one of the greatest means of attaining taqwa
(piety, consciousness of Allah). Allah says (interpretationof the
meaning):
"Yes, whoever fulfils his pledge and fears Allâh much; verily, then
Allâh loves those who are Al-Muttaqûn (the pious)"
[Aal 'Imraan 3:76].
*
Fulfilling promises is a means of attaining security in this world and
preventing bloodshed, and of protecting the rights of people, both
Muslims and kaafirs, as Allah says (interpretation of the meaning):
"but if they seek your help in religion, it is your duty to help them
except against a people with whom you have a treaty of mutual
alliance,and Allâh is the All-Seer of what you do"
[al-Anfaal 8:72].
*
It is a means of expiatingbad deeds and gaining admittance to
Paradise, as we see in the words of Allah in Soorat al-Baqarah
(interpretation of the meaning):
"and fulfill (your obligations to) My Covenant (with you) so that I
fulfill (My Obligations to) your covenant (with Me)"
[al-Baqarah 2:40].
Ibn Jareer said: His covenant with them is that if they do that, He
will admit them to Paradise. End quote.
In Soorat al-Maa'idah, Allah, may He be glorified, states that He took
a covenant from Bani Israa'eel, then He explained that covenant and
stated the reward for fulfilling it, as He says(interpretation of the
meaning):
"Verily, I will expiate your sins and admit you to Gardens under which
rivers flow (in Paradise)"
[al-Maa'idah 5:12].
And there are other reports which are clear to anyone who ponders the
Book of Allah and the Sunnah of the Messenger of Allah (blessings and
peace of Allah be upon him), bothhis words and actions.
There are many verses and hadeeths about this topic; we advise you to
refer to the books Riyadh al-Saaliheen by Imam al-Nawawi (may Allah
have mercy on him), and al-Targheeb wal Tarheeb by Imam al-Mundhiri
(may Allah have mercy on him).
Thirdly:
Betrayal or treachery is the opposite of trustworthiness and loyalty.
If trustworthiness and loyalty are the qualities of faith and piety,
then betrayal and treachery are the qualities of hypocrisy and evil
--Allahforbid.
It was narrated that 'Abd-Allah ibn Amr (may Allah be pleased with
him) said: The Messengerof Allah (blessings and peace of Allah be upon
him) said: "There are four characteristics, whoever has them all is a
pure hypocrite: when he speaks he lies, when he makes a promise he
breaks it, when he makes a covenant he betrays it, and when he
disputes he resorts to obscene speech. Whoever has one of them has one
of the characteristics of hypocrisy, until he gives it up."
Narrated by al-Bukhaari,3178; Muslim, 58.
It was narrated that 'Ali ibn Abi Taalib (may Allah be pleased with
him) said: The Messenger of Allah (blessings and peace of Allah be
upon him) said: "Whoever breaks the covenant of aMuslim, upon him be
thecurse of Allah, the angelsand all the people, and Allah will not
accept any obligatory or naafil act of worship from him."
Narrated by al-Bukhaari,1870; Muslim, 1370.
It was narrated from 'Abd-Allah ibn 'Umar (may Allah be pleased with
him) that the Messenger of Allah (blessings and peace of Allah be upon
him) said:
"Allaah will set up a banner for the betrayer on the Day of
Resurrection, and it will be said: This is the betrayer of So and so."
Narrated by al-Bukhaari,6178; Muslim, 1735.
We ask Allah to make us among those who fulfil promises and covenants
and to grant us refuge from treachery and breaking of promises, and to
help us to do good in word and deed… Praise be to Allah the Lord of
the Worlds.
See: al-'Ahd wal Mithaaq fil Qur'an al-Kareem by Prof. Dr. Naasir
Sulaymaan al-'Umar.
breaking a promise?.
Praise be to Allaah.
Firstly:
The verses of the Holy Qur'aan and the hadeeths of the Prophet
(blessings and peace of Allah be upon him) indicate that fulfilling
promises and covenants is obligatory, and they point to abhorrence of
the sin of the one who breaks them or fails to fulfil them. Failing to
fulfil them may go so far as to constitute kufr, as happened to the
Children of Israel and others when they broke the covenant with their
Lord and abandoned their pledge to Allah to believe in Him and follow
His Messengers. Allah, may He be exalted,says (interpretation of the
meaning):
"And fulfil (every) covenant. Verily! the covenant, will be questioned about"
[al-Isra' 17:34]
"and fulfill the Covenant of Allâh"
[al-An 'am 6:152]
And He says, praising His believing slaves (interpretation of the meaning):
"Those who fulfil the Covenant of Allâh and break not the Mîthâq
(bond, treaty, covenant)"
[al-Ra 'd 13:20].
Many texts of the Qur'aan and Sunnah clearly indicate that it is
obligatory to fulfil promises and covenants,and it is haraam to break
them and act in a treacherous manner. All the verses that mention
promises and covenants indicate that both explicitly and implicitly.
The practice of the Prophet (blessings and peace of Allah be upon him)
and his Companions is the clearest testimony to that and application
thereof.
Secondly:
Allah has decreed for fulfilling promises great benefits in this world
and in the Hereafter, in addition to the obvious benefits of creating
a righteous and stable society. Among these benefits are the
following:
*
Fulfilling promises is oneof the attributes of the pious according to
the Book of Allah, and it one of the greatest means of attaining taqwa
(piety, consciousness of Allah). Allah says (interpretationof the
meaning):
"Yes, whoever fulfils his pledge and fears Allâh much; verily, then
Allâh loves those who are Al-Muttaqûn (the pious)"
[Aal 'Imraan 3:76].
*
Fulfilling promises is a means of attaining security in this world and
preventing bloodshed, and of protecting the rights of people, both
Muslims and kaafirs, as Allah says (interpretation of the meaning):
"but if they seek your help in religion, it is your duty to help them
except against a people with whom you have a treaty of mutual
alliance,and Allâh is the All-Seer of what you do"
[al-Anfaal 8:72].
*
It is a means of expiatingbad deeds and gaining admittance to
Paradise, as we see in the words of Allah in Soorat al-Baqarah
(interpretation of the meaning):
"and fulfill (your obligations to) My Covenant (with you) so that I
fulfill (My Obligations to) your covenant (with Me)"
[al-Baqarah 2:40].
Ibn Jareer said: His covenant with them is that if they do that, He
will admit them to Paradise. End quote.
In Soorat al-Maa'idah, Allah, may He be glorified, states that He took
a covenant from Bani Israa'eel, then He explained that covenant and
stated the reward for fulfilling it, as He says(interpretation of the
meaning):
"Verily, I will expiate your sins and admit you to Gardens under which
rivers flow (in Paradise)"
[al-Maa'idah 5:12].
And there are other reports which are clear to anyone who ponders the
Book of Allah and the Sunnah of the Messenger of Allah (blessings and
peace of Allah be upon him), bothhis words and actions.
There are many verses and hadeeths about this topic; we advise you to
refer to the books Riyadh al-Saaliheen by Imam al-Nawawi (may Allah
have mercy on him), and al-Targheeb wal Tarheeb by Imam al-Mundhiri
(may Allah have mercy on him).
Thirdly:
Betrayal or treachery is the opposite of trustworthiness and loyalty.
If trustworthiness and loyalty are the qualities of faith and piety,
then betrayal and treachery are the qualities of hypocrisy and evil
--Allahforbid.
It was narrated that 'Abd-Allah ibn Amr (may Allah be pleased with
him) said: The Messengerof Allah (blessings and peace of Allah be upon
him) said: "There are four characteristics, whoever has them all is a
pure hypocrite: when he speaks he lies, when he makes a promise he
breaks it, when he makes a covenant he betrays it, and when he
disputes he resorts to obscene speech. Whoever has one of them has one
of the characteristics of hypocrisy, until he gives it up."
Narrated by al-Bukhaari,3178; Muslim, 58.
It was narrated that 'Ali ibn Abi Taalib (may Allah be pleased with
him) said: The Messenger of Allah (blessings and peace of Allah be
upon him) said: "Whoever breaks the covenant of aMuslim, upon him be
thecurse of Allah, the angelsand all the people, and Allah will not
accept any obligatory or naafil act of worship from him."
Narrated by al-Bukhaari,1870; Muslim, 1370.
It was narrated from 'Abd-Allah ibn 'Umar (may Allah be pleased with
him) that the Messenger of Allah (blessings and peace of Allah be upon
him) said:
"Allaah will set up a banner for the betrayer on the Day of
Resurrection, and it will be said: This is the betrayer of So and so."
Narrated by al-Bukhaari,6178; Muslim, 1735.
We ask Allah to make us among those who fulfil promises and covenants
and to grant us refuge from treachery and breaking of promises, and to
help us to do good in word and deed… Praise be to Allah the Lord of
the Worlds.
See: al-'Ahd wal Mithaaq fil Qur'an al-Kareem by Prof. Dr. Naasir
Sulaymaan al-'Umar.
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