Personalities, - Syedna Khuwaja Hasan Basri

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Al-Hasan ibn Abi al-Hasan al-Basri was born at Madina al-Munawwarah in 21 (642), the son of a slave captured in Maisan who afterward became a client of the Prophet Mohammad’s Peace and Blessings of Allah be Upon Him secretary Zaid ibn Thabit. Brought up in Basra, he met many Companions of the Prophet including, it is said, seventy of those who fought at the Battle of Badr. He grew up to become one of the most prominent figures of his generation, being famous for his uncompromising piety and outspoken condemnation of worldliness in high places. Whilst the Mo’tazelite theologians claim him as the founder of their movement (and ‘Amr ibn ‘Obaid and Wasel ibn ‘Ata’ are counted amongst his pupils), in Sufi hagiography he is revered as one of the greatest saints of early Islam. He died at Basra in 110 (728). Many of his speeches —he was a brilliant orator— and sayings are quoted by Arab authors and not a few of his letters have been preserved.
The conversion of Hasan of Basra
The beginning of Hasan of Basra’s conversion was as follows. He was a jewel merchant and was called Hasan of the Pearls. He traded with Byzantium, and had to do with the generals and ministers of Caesar. On one occasion, going to Byzantium he called on the prime minister and conversed with him a while.
“We will go to a certain place,” the minister told him, “if you are agreeable.”
“It is for you to say,” Hasan replied. “I agree.”
So the minister commanded a horse to be brought for Sayyiduna Hasan al-Basri. He mounted with the minister, and they set out. When they reached the desert Hasan perceived a tent of Byzantine brocade, fastened with ropes of silk and golden pegs, set firm in the ground. He stood to one side. Then a mighty army, all accoutered in the panoply of war, came out; they circled the tent, said a few words, and departed. Philosophers and scholars to the number of nigh four hundred arrived on the scene; they circled the tent, said a few words, and departed. After that three hundred illumined elders with white beards approached the tent, circled it, said a few words, and departed. Thereafter more than two hundred moon-fair maidens, each bearing a plate of gold and silver and precious stones, circled the tent, said a few words, and departed.
Sayyiduna Hasan relates that, astonished and filled with wonder, he asked himself what this might be.
“When we alighted,” he went on, “I asked the minister. He said that the Caesar had a son of unsurpassable beauty, perfect in all the branches of learning and unrivaled in the arena of manly prowess. His father loved him with all his heart.”
Suddenly he fell ill so Hasan related on the authority of the minister. All the skilled physicians proved powerless to cure him. Finally he died, and was buried in that tent. Once every year people come out to visit him. First an immense army circles the tent, and they say: “O prince, if this circumstance that has befallen thee had come about in war, we would have all sacrificed our lives for thee, to ransom thee back. But the circumstance that has befallen thee is at the hand of one against whom we cannot fight, whom we cannot challenge.” This they say, and then return.
The philosophers and the scholars come forward, and say: “This circumstance has been brought about by one against whom we cannot do anything by means of learning and philosophy, science and sophistry. For all the philosophers of the world are powerless before him, and all the learned are ignorant beside his knowledge. Otherwise we would have contrived devices and spoken words which all in creation could not have withstood.” This they say, and then return.
Next the venerable elders advance, and say: “O prince, if this circumstance that has befallen thee could have been set right by the intercession of elders, we would all have interceded with humble petitions, and would not have abandoned thee there. But this circumstance has been brought upon thee by one against whom no mortal man’s intercession profits anything.” This they say, and depart.
Now the moon-fair maidens with their plates of gold and precious stones advance, circle the tent, and say: “Son of Caesar, if this circumstance that has befallen thee could have been set right by wealth and beauty, we would have sacrificed ourselves and given great moneys, and would not have abandoned thee. But this circumstance has been brought upon thee by one on whom wealth and beauty have no effect.” This they say, and return.
Then Caesar himself with his chief minister enters the tent, and says: “O eye and lamp of thy father, O fruit of the heart of thy father, O dearest beloved of thy father, what is in thy father’s hand to perform? Thy father brought a mighty army, he brought philosophers and scholars, intercessors and advisers, beautiful maid-ens, wealth and all manner of luxuries; and he came himself. If all this could have been of avail, thy father would have done all that lay in his power. But this circumstance has been brought about by one before whom thy father, with all this apparatus, this army and retinue, this luxury and wealth and treasure, is power-less. Peace be upon you, till next year!” This he says, and returns.
These words of the minister so affected Hasan that he was beside himself. At once he made arrangements to return. Coming to Basra, he took an oath never to laugh again in this world, till his ultimate destiny became clear to him. He flung himself into all manner of devotions and austerities, such that no man in his time could exceed that discipline.
Hasan of Basra and Abu Amr
It is related that Abu Amr, the leading authority on the reading of the Qur'an al-Karim, was teaching the Quran one day when suddenly a handsome boy arrived to join his class. Abu Amr gazed at the child improperly, and immediately he forgot the whole Quran, from the Alif of “al-Hamd” to the Seen of “wa al-Naas”. A fire possessed him, and he lost all self-control. In this state he called on Hasan of Basra and described to him his predica-ment.
“Master,” he wept bitterly, “such is the situation. I have forgotten the whole Quran.”
Sayyiduna Hasan was most distressed to hear of his situation. “Now is the season of the pilgrimage,” he said. “Go and perform the pilgrimage. When you have done that, repair to the mosque of Khaif. There you will see an old man seated in the prayer-niche. Do not spoil his time, but let him be until he is disengaged. Then ask him to say a prayer for you.”
Abu Amr acted accordingly. Seated in a corner of the mosque, he observed a venerable elder and about him a circle of people seated. Some time passed; then a man entered, clad in spotless white robes. The people made way before him, greeted him, and conversed together. When the hour of prayer arrived, the man departed and the people departed with him, so that the elder remained alone.
Abu Amr then approached and saluted him. “In Allah’s name, help me,” he cried.
And he described his predicament. The elder, much concerned, raised his eyes to heaven.
“He had not yet lowered his head,” Abu Amr recounted, “when the Quran came back to me. I fell down before him for joy.”
“Who recommended me to you?” the elder asked. “Hasan of Basra,” Abu Amr replied.
“Anyone who has an Imam like Hasan,” the old man commented, “what need has he of another? Well, Hasan has exposed me. Now I will expose him. He rent my veil, and I will rend his as well. That man,” he went on, “in the white robes who entered after the afternoon prayer and left before the rest, and the others did him reverence — that man was Hasan. Every day he prays the afternoon prayer in Basra and then comes here, converses with me, and returns to Basra for the evening prayer. Anyone who has an Imam like Hasan, why should he ask me for a prayer?”
Hasan of Basra and the Fire-worshiper
Hasan had a neighbor named Simeon who was a fire-worshiper. Simeon fell ill and was at death’s door. Friends begged Hasan to visit him; he called, to find him in bed, blackened with fire and smoke.
“Fear God,” Hasan counseled him. “You have passed all your life amid fire and smoke. Accept Islam, that God may have mercy on you.”
“Three things hold me back from becoming a Muslim,” the fire-worshiper replied. “The first is, that you speak ill of the world, yet night and day you pur-sue worldly things. Secondly, you say that death is a fact to be faced, yet you make no preparation for death. In the third place, you say that God’s face shall be seen, yet today you do everything contrary to His good pleasure.”
“This is the token of those who know truly,” Hasan commented. “Now if believers act as you describe, what have you to say? They acknowledge the unity of God; whereas you have spent your life in the worship of fire. You who have worshiped fire for seventy years, and I who have never worshiped fire — we are both carried off to Hell. Hell will consume you and me. God will pay no regard to you; but if God so wills, the fire will not dare so much as to burn one hair of my body. For fire is a thing created by God; and the creature is subject to the Creator’s command. Come now, you who have wor-shipped fire for seventy years; let us both put our hands into the fire, then you will see with your own eyes the impotence of fire and the omnipotence of God.”
So saying, Hasan thrust his hand into the fire and held it there. Not a particle of his body was affected or burnt. When Simeon saw this he was amazed. The dawn of true knowledge began to break.
“For seventy years I have worshiped fire,” he groaned. “Now only a breath or two remains to me. What am I to do?”
“Become a Muslim,” was Hasan’s reply.
“If you give it me in writing that God will not pun-ish me,” said Simeon, “then I will believe. But until I have it in writing, I will not believe.”
Hasan wrote it down.
“Now order just witnesses of Basra to append their testimony.”
The witnesses endorsed the document. Then Simeon wept many tears and proclaimed the faith. He spoke his last testament to Hasan.
“When I die, bid them wash me, then commit me to the earth with your own hands, and place this document in my hand. This document will be my proof.”
Having charged Hasan thus, he spoke the attestation of faith and died. They washed his body, said the prayer over him, and buried him with the document in his hand. That night Hasan went to sleep pondering what he had done.
“How could I help a drowning man, seeing that I am drowning myself? Since I have no control over my own fate, why did I venture to prescribe how God should act?”
With this thought he fell asleep. He saw Simeon in a dream glowing like a candle; on his head a crown, robed in fine raiment, he was walking with a smile in the garden of Paradise.
“How are you, Simeon?” Hasan inquired.
“Why do you ask? You can see for yourself,” Simeon answered. “God Almighty of His bounty brought me nigh His presence and graciously showed me His face. The favours He showered upon me surpass all description. You have honoured your guarantee; so take your document. I have no further need of it.”
When Hasan awoke, he saw that parchment in his hand.“Lord God,” he cried, “I know well that what Thou doest is without cause, save of Thy bounty. Who shall suffer loss at Thy door? Thou grantest a Guebre of seventy years to come into Thy near presence because of a single utterance. How then wilt Thou exclude a believer of seventy years?”
Gems of Wisdom by Sayyiduna Imam Hasan al-Basri Radi ALLAHu Ta'ala Anho
*.That work that is free from wisdom becomes a burden. That silence that is free from wisdom is inattentiveness. That sight that is free from wisdom is disgraceful.
*.The magnificence of knowledge is with tolerance and that of tolerance is with knowledge.
*.The person who lives in the World safeguarding himself from the love of the World, has benefited himself and others.
*.Sorrow gives the soul strength.
*.The freedom of sight and tongue imprisons the soul.
*.Whoever ALLAH SubHanuhu wa Ta'ala wished to disgrace becomes engrossed in the search of wealth.
*.Those people are truly afraid who are truly afraid of ALLAH SubHanuhu wa Ta'ala.
*.The punishment of this World is that your heart becomes dead.
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Personalities, - Muhammad Ibn Suleman Al-Jazouli

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The Writer of Dalail al-Khayrat Sharif
Al-Imam Muhammad Ibn Sulayman al-Jazuli
Al-Qutb al-Kamil, Al-Imam Abu Abdullah Muhammad Ibn Abdur Rahman Ibn Abi Bakr Ibn Suleiman Al-Jazuli Simlali al-Hassani al-Maghribi (d. 869/1454). Referred to his grandfather, he is called shortly Shaykh Muhammad Ibn Suleiman al-Jazuli. He belonged to the Berber tribe of Jazula which is settled in the Sus area of Morocco between the Atlantic and the Atlas Mountains. Although the date of Imam al-Jazouli's birth is not known, enough information exists to provide a rough outline of his origins and background. His nisbah (Attributional Name) tells us the he came from the Simlala tribe, one of the most important Sanhaja Berber groups in Jazula. The turbulent political environment of Simlala in the fifteenth century forced the Shaykh to leave his homeland because its culture of violence made serious scholarship impossible. As it turned out, the young sharif had to travel all the way to Fez to get an education, since the insufficient intellectual resources of Marrakech (Morocco), the usual destination for students from central and southern-Saharan Morocco, made study in that city impossible as well.
He studied locally and then travelled to the Madrasat as-Saffareen in Féz, the spiritual capital of Morocco where his room is still pointed out to visitors. In Fez, He memorized the four volumes Mudawwana of Imam Malik and met scholars of his time such as Ahmad Zarruq, and Muhammad ibn 'Abdullah Amghar, who became his Shaykh in the Tariqah or Sufi path. After setting a tribal feud he left the area and spent the next forty years in Makkah Mukarrama, Madina Munawwarah and Jerusalem. After this, he returned to Fez where he completed Dala'il al-Khayrat.
He took the Shadiliya Path from Shaykh Abu Abdullah Muhammad Ibn Amghar as-Saghir, one of the Ashraaf (Descendants of the Prophet) of Bani Amghar village. He spent fourteen years in Khalwa (seclusion) and then went to Safi where he gathered around him many followers. The governor of Safi felt obliged to expel him and as a result, Jazuli called down Allah's wrath on the town and it subsequently fell into the hands of the Portugese for forty years According to a tradition, it was the governor of Safi who poisoned Jazuli and caused his death, whilst engaged in prayer, in 869 AH (or 870 or 873)
When he became a Complete Shaykh, he headed towards the town of Safi where he gathered many disciples around him. Later on, Sidi al-Jazuli moved to Afwiral, a Sus village in Morocco, where he established his zawiya that became a centre of spirituality attracting 12665 disciples of his. His Tariqa was mainly based on making prayers upon Sayyiduna Muhammad (peace and blessing be upon him) as indicates his book: (Dalail al-Khayrat), which he published in Féz after spending forty years in Makkah Mukarramah, Madina Munawwarah and Jerusalem. Dalail al-Khayrat or “ad-Dalil” as Moroccans prefer to call it, is considered as an exclusive source to make prayers upon Sayyiduna Muhammad (peace and blessing be upon him), as well as a correct and innovative piece of work ever published on the issue.
It is said that Sidi Muhammad Al-Jazuli once went on a journey, when in great need of water for making ablutions; he came upon a well but could not reach the water without a bucket and rope which he did not have. He became very worried. A young girl saw this and came to his assistance. She spat into the well whereupon the water rose to the top of its own accord. Seeing this miracle, he asked the girl "And how is that possible?" She replied "I was able to do this through my asking for blessings upon the Prophet, Allah's blessings and peace be upon the him." Having thus seen the benefit of asking for blessings upon the Prophet, Allah's blessings and peace be upon him, he decided to write Dalail al-Khayrat.
The Dala'il al-Khayrat is the most celebrated manual of Blessings on the Prophet (Allah bless him and give him peace) in history. In fact, the book of Dalail al-Khayrat was welcomed by the Ummah east and west. Many scholars concentrated to explain some of its meanings and benefits such as Sidi Suleiman al-Jamal Shafi'i, Sidi Hasan al-Adwi al-Misri, Sidi Abd al Majid Sharnubi who call his book (Manhaj as-Sa'adah), Sidi Muhammad al-Mahdi Ibn Ahmad al-Fasi who call his book (Matalia al-Masaraat Bi jalaa Dalail Al Khayrat), and the famous Savant of Allah Sidi Ahmad Zaruk; the disciple of his Shaykh Sidi al-Jazuli (may Allah lighten his tomb).
Sidi Abu Abdullah Muhammad Al-Jazuli passed away in 869 AH and was buried inside his Zawiya in Afwiral. Seventy-seven (77) years after his demise, his body was exhumed for removal to Marrakech (Morocco) and found to be uncorrupted.[Adapted from The Encyclopedia of Islam, 1957 Leiden]
He became one of the Seven Men of Marrakech (Morocco) in addition to Sidi Qadi Ayaad, Sidi al-Abbas Sabti, Sidi Joussouf Ben Ali, Sidi Abdul Aziz, Sidi Moul al-Ksour, and Sidi al-Soheyli (may Allah be pleased with all of them).
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اولئك كتب في قلوبهم الايمان وايدهم بروح منه ويدخلهم جنات تجري من تحتها الانهار خالدين فيها
It is these upon whose hearts Allah has ingrained faith, and has aided them with a Spirit from Himself;
and He will admit them into Gardens beneath which rivers flow, abiding in them forever

Story, - My first dating

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Yup, It was d first date with her on 9/8/2012. We had been to shivgiri, on this great day , i had my first forehead kiss to my shoni. We both were gathered in our big maa home. It was d time for tea, we both exchanged our tea cups (preplan)
The next day according to our plan i have to go to bijapur and want to spend some time with her, i came to bijapur and she was waiting for me near Gandhi chowk . We both moved to shivgiri in auto ...
In auto her face is filled with fear, and i was observing that. Its because of her dangerous brother, who use to keep eagle eyes on her. When we are nearer to shivgiri the smile on her face was amazing, fantastic, mind blowing . Huh still wat can i say.. She was my shoni wer she was completely free wit me like a flying bird. I felt very happy. Because she is happy ... She took a black god's thread and tied to my hand by warning " keep it safe and should never untied " i nodded my head...
We moved towards lord Shiva and both of us prayed for our marriage ... She applied me kumkum and i too... I was flying on d sky ... After that we sat at one place.. And we r waiting to exchange our gifts , she removed her gift from her bag, it was WRIST WATCH she tied me the watch. Respectively my gift was bangles . I put her bangales . She was extremely happy by seeing bangales ... Luckily size of d bangles perfectly fits her hand..
When she was sitting beside me i was completely comfortable and she was even more comfortable. I took her hand in my hand and kissed her. Wow its like heaven kissing to my future wife ... Our romantic moments went for a long time.
We sat nearly for 4 hours and it seems we have spent only an hour ...
It was the time of departing, she purchased two cone ice cream, and shocking was, she took my half eaten ice cream, and i was very much excited by seeing her love on me. And i was accepted dis type of love from her . And i too took her ice cream..
We moved back again to Gandhi chowk by auto. In auto she was holding my hand tightly, coz she was moving from me, and don't when i will meet her again , both of us stay in different cities. We meet once in 6 months . Feeling like hell at dis moment. Chowk arrived ,she was crying and for d first time i couldn't control my tears and cried like a small child... Honestly i love her more den my life ... I LOVE U SHONI...

Story, - Still alive...

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Well dere's a girl...
Dere's Nothing very remarkable about her except she's prettiest cutest girl i've evr seen...
Well i'm a very rough kindo guy,, with loads of friends, A hardcore brothers group.
She is just opposite o'me,, quite, sensible.
We were both classmates from graduation.
I didn't believe in love n stuff,, but dere was somethimg about her that made me behave like an idiot. Well I befriended her but was too coward to tell her about how I feel.
It took me whole three years to gather courage to propose her. It was on last day o'graduation.
N she turned me down...
Still we talk to each other, but I just want to tell her that I love her n there no way i'll stop loving her...