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10 Points Of Benefit Concerning The Creed Of Al-Allaamah Abdul Muhsin Al-Badr - Abu Muhammad al-Maghribee [Audio|En]

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           abbad clicked his tongue a few times, making a face before
             cocking his head and squinting, unsure where to go from here,
             a deep breathe, ‘maybe it just seems worse than it is…’

Ekstase Mi'raj (part 2)

Alangkah malang para penyembah kekhusyu’an. Khusyu’ menjadi tujuan, bukan sarana menuju Allah Subhanahu wa Ta’alaa. Maka perhatian utama dalam shalatnya terletak pada bagaimana caranya agar khusyu’, atau setidaknya terlihat khusyu’. Ayuhai, andai kau tahu bagaimana Sang Nabi dan sahabat-sahabatnya shalat. Mereka mendapatkan kekhusyu’an bukan karena mencarinya. Mereka khusyu’ karena shalat benar-benar perhentian dari aktivitas maha menguras di sepanjang jalan cinta para pejuang. Mereka khusyu’ karena payahnya diri dan kelelahan yang membelit melahirkan rasa kerdil dan penghambaan sejati.

Seperti para penyembah Al Masih merumit-rumitkan trinitas ketuhanan, berhala kekhusyu’an juga sering disulit-sulitkan. Tak salah sebenarnya mengutip kisah bahwa ’Ali ibn Abi Thalib meminta dicabut panahnya ketika beliau shalat. Agar sakitnya tak terasa karena khusyu’ shalatnya. Tak salah juga meneladani ’Abbad ibn Bisyr yang tetap melanjutkan shalat meski satu demi satu anak panah mata-mata musuh menancap di tubuh. Tapi apakah hanya itu yang disebut khusyu’?

Sang Nabi adalah manusia yang paling khusyu’. Dan alangkah indah kekhusyu’annya. Kekhusyu’an yang seringkali mempercepat shalat ketika terdengar olehnya tangis seorang bayi. Atau memperpendek bacaan saat menyadari kehadiran beberapa jompo dalam jama’ahnya. Kekhusyu’an yang tak menghalanginya menggendong Umamah binti Abil ’Ash atau Al Hasan ibn ’Ali dalam berdirinya dan meletakkan mereka ketika sujud. Kekhusyu’an yang membuat sujudnya begitu panjang karena Al Husain ibn ’Ali main kuda-kudaan di punggungnya.

Sahabat, inilah jalan cinta para pejuang. Khusyu’ dan gelora kenikmatan ruhani hanyalah hiburan dan rehat, tempat kita mengisi kembali perbekalan dan melepas penat. Ini adalah jalan cinta para pejuang. Bukan jalan para pengejar kenikmatan ruhani, hingga harus mengulang-ulang takbiratul ihram sampai sang imam ruku’. Ini bukan jalan para penikmat kelaparan yang ketakutan berkumur saat puasa tapi diam saja menyaksikan kezhaliman. Juga bukan jalan penikmat Ka’bah yang kecanduan berhaji sementara fakir miskin lelah mengetuk pintu rumahnya yang selalu terkunci.

Senarai sejarah memberi pelajaran tentang para pengejar kenikmatan ruhani. Mereka jauh terlempar dari jalan cinta ini. Ada yang merasa diri menjadi mukmin yang baik; karena bisa menangis saat shalat, bisa terharu saat membagi zakat, bisa berdzikir hingga hilang kesadaran saat berpuasa, atau berhaji setahun sekali; terbuta mereka dari dunia Islam yang serak memangil-manggil.

Inilah mereka yang selalu bicara agama sebagai urusan pribadi. Urusan pribadi untuk menikmati kesyahduan spiritual. Bagi mereka, alangkah nikmatnya shalat khusyu’ di atas sajadah mahal, dalam ruangan berpendingin, dengan setting pemandangan yang bisa diatur berganti-ganti. Khusyu’ adalah menikmati bacaan imam bersertifikat dari audio premium, dalam hembusan harum parfum aromaterapi. Jauh di sana, di jalan cinta para pejuang, Sang Nabi shalat di
sela-sela jihad menegakkan syari’at. Dengan debu, dengan darah, dengan lelah, dengan payah.

Yang lain, mencari pelarian dari tekanan dunia yang menghimpit. Menikmati rasa tenteram karena dzikirnya, rasa melayang karena laparnya, rasa syahdu karena gigil tubuhnya. Ia bertapa dalam pakaian campingnya, hidup dalam kefakirannya, lalu merasa menjadi makhluq yang paling dicintai Allah. Tapi tak pernah wajahnya memerah ketika syari’at Allah dilecehkan. Tak pernah ia merasa terluka melihat kezhaliman. Tak pernah hatinya tergetar melihat nestapa sesama. Orang-orang semacam si Sufi dari Ganggoh. Dialah si burung unta yang merasa aman saat membenamkan kepalanya ke dalam pasir. Padahal tubuhnya terguguk tepat di depan pelupuk pemburu.

Ekstase. Kenikmatan ruhani. Kekhusyu’an. Jangan kau kejar rasa itu. Dia bukan tuhanmu. Dan tak hanya seorang muslim yang beroleh kemungkinan merasakan ekstase macam itu. Tanyakan pada seorang beragama Budha, penganut Zen, Tao, atau praktikan Yoga. Merekapun mengalaminya lewat meditasi dan rerupa puja. Seorang Nasrani dari Ordo Fransiskan yang melarat merasakannya dalam pengembaraan bertelanjang kaki ala kemiskinan Kristus. Seorang Nasrani dari Ordo Benediktin yang mewah menikmatinya dalam mengoleksi relik-relik suci peninggalan para bapa gerejawi.

Bukan itu.

Bukan itu yang kita cari.

Di jalan cinta para pejuang, berbaktilah pada Allah dalam kerja-kerja besar da’wah dan jihad. Menebar kebajikan, menghentikan kebiadaban, menyeru pada iman. Larilah hanya menujuNya. Meloncatlah hanya ke haribaanNya. Walau duri merantaskan kaki. Walau kerikil mencacah telapak. Sampai engkau lelah. Sampai engkau payah. Sampai keringat dan darah tumpah. Maka kekhusyu’an akan datang kepadamu ketika engkau beristirahat dalam shalat. Saat kau rasakan puncak kelemahan diri di hadapan Yang Maha Kuat. Lalu kaupun pasrah, berserah..
Saat itulah, engkau mungkin melihatNya, dan Dia pasti melihatmu..

sepenuh cinta,

Salim A. Fillah

mxenin asked:

[abbad is a] ❛ fuckin’ nerd ❜

send me ❛ fuckin’ nerd ❜ for this. ;; accepting

how my muse clicked with yours : immediately┆almost right away┆slowly┆after several interactions┆they haven’t
a thought my muse has about yours :  ‘If one day, he falls over dead because of a heart attack, I know it’s because of the amounts of coffee he drinks.’
a strange thought my muse has about yours : ‘Why does he wear a wedding band when his file lists him as unmarried?’ 
a thread/plot i’d like for our muses :   Auburn finds out that he is immortal. And that he served in the same two wars she was a nurse for. Alternatively: their paths have crossed before and they both chalked it up to coincidence. 

Alms! Alms! Can Any Of You Wealthy Men Spare Alms For The Biggest Pervert In All Of Córdoba?

By Ibn Abbad the Perverted

Alms? Alms!? Will not any of you fine gentlemen of Cordoba give any alms unto me, a poor old beggar? I was once a Great Man like yourselves, but time has seen me abandoned by all those dear to my pitiful, brittle heart. Now I am merely a pathetic beggar on the streets of this great city…who can only get an erection when he’s covered in goat filth. For I go by the name Ibn Abbad and I am biggest pervert in all of Córdova.

Please, gentlemen, I am so far beneath you that I hardly expect you to notice my presence. I am a nasty, nasty, little man; nothing but a carrier of filth, a mover of vermin. Should your mouth not already be dried by the harsh Andalusian sun, I would welcome your spit upon my visage. But, being arid as it is today, I would not have you waste your vapor on such a disgusting horde of flesh as myself. Though if you were to spare such spittle onto my face, only Allah would know how aroused I should become.

Do you suppose that I have a single friend in these parts? I am more alone than a dry patch in a rainstorm. This city is a city of majesty, with no room for disgusting half-breed perverts as myself, save for in its drains where I must dwell amongst the legions of other full-fledged perverts. I suppose it would be a great study of science if the world were to learn the disgusting things us rodent men do to each other down there. Our list of sexual vices could fill many a volume in the great Córdova library. But, perhaps, it is best if those horrors are left unknown.

Are you sure I could not fetch you some water? The water from Córdovan wells is as satisfying as a quiet stroll among our beautiful gardens while a lady throws fish meat at your face. Like a great racing camel, you could march across the entire Tabernas Desert on one quench of it alone. Perhaps in return of me fetching you drink, you could toss a meager gold coin in my direction, or of course spit on me, or call me “mother” as you sick your mules on me and set fire to my haunch.

Please, I am pathetic, little mongrel in need of your charity - preferably in the form of severe sexual delinquency that we could impart in together. Perhaps you could dress me up as a little monkey, press your Scimitar firmly against my neck, and command me to recite poems for you. Or we could head to the market, where I could hide amongst the cinnamons and silk until you find me. Once you do, you could hose me down in sand and spoon feed me turmeric until I collapse from sunstroke. Or perhaps you could lock me into one of Córdova’s fine bath houses for seven sunsets across Caliph Al-Hakam’s great temple. Once I emerge my skin will have rotted to the bone, riper than a fig and ready for my own consumption.

Have none of you great men any interest in helping me? In a city with 50,000 fine houses, and 50,000 almost as fine houses, will not one of you invite me in for dinner only for me to find out your family intends to dine on me that night? In such a beautiful city, with each street paved smoother than the finest Oriental gemstone, will none of you let me insult you into tears while I rub myself furiously on the street bricks below? Must I wander this learned city alone, with no one wise enough to vomit upon me so that I might leave him alone?

Please. Show me mercy. I shall get off on it. 

mxenin asked:

“Nothing lasts forever.”

AGE OF ULTRON SENTENCE MEME ;; accepting

This was a statement Auburn would not necessarily agree with. So far, her life had never ended and she had little interest in seeing how this fact changed. For all the disadvantages the life she had been given had, she did not mind it as much as she was — according to books and movies — supposed to. But this was something she could not say lest she wanted to reveal that she was not quite as mortal as an average human being was supposed to be.    

(And the middle ages had taught her how easily humankind feared what they could not explain.)

“That’s a pretty negative attitude you got there, Abbad,” she said as she raised an eyebrow at him. “Any particular reason for the lack of sunshine in today’s mood?” 

She was not always nice because there often were times when being nice was a luxury she could not afford, ridiculous as this was when considering that she had an abundance of time at her hands and more money than she could spent without attracting attention. But there were also days when she could be nicer than usual, when she could joke around without worries. 

Sh. ‘Abd al-Razzaq Ibn 'Abd al-Muhsin al-Abbad, said;

“During Ramadhaan the fasting people differ greatly. Some people stay awake during the night, wasting and squandering time. Then after they pray Fajr - if they safeguard the prayer - they fall into a deep sleep. It is possible that some of them delay the Dhurr prayer from its appointed time and likewise the prayer of 'Asr.

The people differ greatly as it relates to the quality of the fast. So the Muslim should strive to perfect his fast, complete it, and fill it with the remembrance of Allaah, turning to the obedience of Allaah, observance of the recitation of Qur'aan, attending the sittings of good, and sitting in the Masjid. And he should struggle again his soul, striving to do this.”

[Source: Ramadhaan has arrived, page 30-31]

 ♞┊continuation of x

“Grey suit, grey suit, grey suit, gre - oh, that has a hint of navy in it, I commend you on your bold wardrobe choice, sir.” 

Not that he could be heard, but Abbad was more than happy to be stood off to the side commenting on things than actually engaging any of these people in conversation. Yes, they were work mates, well, he recognised a few of them but he wasn’t in the mood for talking about printing and press and things that were black and white, if such a thing happened he felt he’d drag them straight over to the buffet table and he could show them how he’d rather slowly remove his eye with a plastic fork. 

So, it was no surprise that he instantly locked eyes on Auburn, a flash of colour amidst the dark suits and shirts ironed within an inch of their lives.  Trademark, yet entirely natural, grin settled upon his features as he leapt to his feet and bounded over to her, immortal or not, he had to congratulate himself on having such a spring in his step. And such a spring would be needed, it was completely obvious what he was to ask of her.

Dancing.

Energy was buzzing through his veins and he hardly knew what to do with it and as much as he loved his fellow journalists and witty minds, he had a feeling they wouldn’t take to kindly to his flailing limbs and manic laughter. Auburn was fun and fiery, the ideal dance partner.

Grinning sheepishly, he shrugged at her and was secretly pleased to find she had not brushed off his invitation. They hardly spent time together, but he had a suspicion she knew of his bold and … slightly eccentric ways.

“Didn’t have to come, but I wanted to, believe it or not - free food and all that…”

Her final comment made him chuckle, “Ah, now when you say promise, do you mean the whole hand-on-heart-pinky-swear-contract-in-blood-promise, ‘cause I can’t do that.” Yet, he’s still grinning, “Think of them as war wounds from your epic struggle with the King of Dance - that’s me, by the way.”

♱ ┅ fadedgreens

             turns out, dogs could outrun humans, quite easily and when
                they bounded up and tackled strangers abbad could do 
                nothing but apologise profusely,

                ‘i am so sorry! she just slipped from my grip, she never 
                usually does this … are you alright, here, lemme’ help…’