If you want to perfect your prayers, begin with understanding what Surat-ul Fatiha means. Ponder over the verses, look at the tasfir, understand that this surah is a conversation between you and your Lord.
Allah said, “I have divided the prayer between Myself and My servant into two halves, a half for Me and a half for My servant. My servant shall have what he asked for.”
If he says,
[الْحَمْدُ للَّهِ رَبِّ الْعَـلَمِينَ ]
(All praise and thanks be to Allah, the Lord of existence.)
Allah says, `My servant has praised Me.’
When the servant says,
[الرَّحْمَـنِ الرَّحِيمِ ]
(The Most Gracious, the Most Merciful.)
Allah says, `My servant has glorified Me.’
When he says,
[مَـلِكِ يَوْمِ الدِّينِ ]
(The Owner of the Day of Recompense.)
Allah says, `My servant has glorified Me,’ or `My servant has related all matters to Me.’
When he says,
[إِيَّاكَ نَعْبُدُ وَإِيَّاكَ نَسْتَعِينُ ]
(You (alone) we worship, and You (alone) we ask for help.)
Allah says, `This is between Me and My servant, and My servant shall acquire what he sought.’
(Guide us to the straight path. The way of those on whom You have granted Your grace, not (the way) of those who earned Your anger, nor of those who went astray), Allah says, `This is for My servant, and My servant shall acquire what he asked for.’).“
These are the words of An-Nasa'i, while both Muslim and An-Nasa'i collected the following wording, "A half of it is for Me and a half for My servant, and My servant shall acquire what he asked for.”
Subhan'Allah. Ponder over the beautiful conversation you are having with your Lord each time you recite surah-tul fatihaa.
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Old Rachmaninoff records, coffee mugs from different cities, the beaches and ruins of Crimea, the National Geographic magazine, linen shirts, pearl earrings, dandelions, warm croissants, homemade banana milkshakes, raincoats and silk scarfs, cedar wood body lotion, the sweet scent of peaches and honey,…
A time will always come when the golden light that surrounds a hero will fade to black. For Harry it is compounded as a health problem causes him to be nearly unable to leave his house. When he does, some find that there is still a light to be seen if they are willing to look for it.
harry potter / all audiences / one-shot (in several parts) / drama/general / written by Edward Ollivander / read by Millarz / 15:22
I didn’t choose my color. I didn’t choose my culture. I didn’t choose my sex. I didn’t choose why I am the way I am. I chose Islam. I chose love & I chose unity. Be it hard, be it difficult, be it milestones to overcome, I chose truth. I chose what pleases my Lord more than what pleases the people. I chose. & had I had a choice about my color, my culture, my sex, & why I am the way I am. I would have chosen exactly what I am now. Alhamdulilah.
Excuse the random posts. I leave you with the following scattered messages currently on my mind;
Any woman can make ANY man fall in love with her.
There’s more to me than you’ll ever know. There’s more to you than I’ll ever know. There’s more to us than we can ever know.
When you do something good, challenge yourself and do something better, once you do something better, do something even better than that. Don’t stand still smiling at the good you did. Keep improving.
When you are sad, take a shower. Talk to yourself.
Renew your intentions for every act. Especially the acts you do consistently. Sometimes we lose sight of the fact that our actions are marvelous…but our intentions are not so…not so shiny.
Don’t compare yourself to others, unless it’s to improve yourself. You don’t know what she/he is going through, nor do they know what YOU are going through.
Don’t complain to the creations. You are only complaining about the Creator. Who better than the Problem solver, to solve your problems? These people…they have problems themselves.
Take long walks alone, and think about where your life is heading. Don’t put the idea off. You are not guaranteed a tomorrow.
Forgive 3 people every night before you go to bed. Forgiveness in the sense you have forgiven THEM and you have moved on from the situation.
Notice your breaths more. They’ll remind you of your existence, in hopes of reminding you of how insignificantly significant you are.
Don’t ask a child ‘why?’, that make them feel guilty. Instead look them in the eye and ask them 'what happened’ even if you already knew.
Smile at others, even if they don’t smile at you. Even if they don’t smile back. They’ll remember your smile before bed.
Take 5 seconds before you answer a question. By that time you’ve properly processed the question and you’ll answer accordingly.
Alright, these are random; but they are organized in such a beautiful random way in my mind & heart. May we all awaken in a better state than the one we have awoken in. May tomorrow be a day full of gratitude, patience, strong eman, forgiveness, and may Allah protect us from the torments of the hellfire, maseeha addajal, the punishments of the grave, and the fitnaa of this dunya and the next. Aameen. Wa'aasalamu alykum wa rahmatu'Allahe wa barakaatu .
Hijab is a covering, a barrier, it`s not a covering that will stop you from being harassed, sexually assaulted, or raped; but it protects you and you chasity. It protects you and your modesty. It protects you and your manners. It protects you and your character. Hijab is not something that should be looked at as a fashion accessory, but an accessory of the deen.
if you feel music liberates you & gives you an escape from the world; you’re more than wrong. music chains you & enslaves you. you begin worshipping instruments & subconsciously memorizing lyrics that not only have underlying messages but teach you misogynistic behaviors. if you want liberation, chain yourself to the words of the Qur'an. through those means, you shall be free.
Back in the day when literacy levels were low, Mogadishu shopkeepers would engage a local artist to depict their offerings on the exterior wall. Sadly these are disappearing and being replaced by blast walls and HESCO bastions or, worse still, the tatty plastic faux-glitz signs you see in every African and Middle Eastern city.
Savaş neden onu Nazlı’dan ben ayırmışım gibi davranıyor? Biz buna tıp dilinde “Hem karnım doysun, hem pastam dursun” diyoruz. Savaşçığım, balım, tek yapman gereken Mert’e Melisa için “O zaman zıkkım yesin ya bana ne? Burnunu kapatıp kaşığı ağzına tıkmayı deneyin alla allaa!” demek, sonra da Güneş’i karşına alıp o kaseti dinletmekken iki bölümün üçünde depresyondasın. Tekleyen kalpli boncuk mavi Yiğit üç gün sonra ölecek, o bile daha umutlu hayata dair. Allah aşkına bir çözül artık bak 2 saatlik diziyi 9 saatte ancak bitirebildim sıkıntıdan bir durdurup bir atlayarak.