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STORY – WHY WOMEN CRY

A little boy asked his mother, “Why are you crying?”

“Because I need to” she said.

“I don’t understand,” he said.

His Mom just hugged him and said, “And you never will.”

Later the little boy asked his father, “Why does mother seem to cry for no reason?”

“All women cry for no reason,” his dad answered carelessly.

The little boy, still wondering why women cry, finally asked the old wise shaikh (scholar). “He surely knows the answer”, he thought. “Ya Shaikh! Why do women cry so easily?”

The Shaikh answered: “When Allah made the woman she had to be made so special. He made her shoulders strong enough to carry the weight of the world, yet gentle enough to give comfort. He gave her an inner strength to endure childbirth and the rejection that comes from her children. He gave her a hardness that allows her to keep going when everyone else gives up, and take care of her family through sickness and fatigue without complaining. He gave her the sensitivity to love her children under any and all circumstances, even when her child hurts her very badly. He gave her strength to carry her husband through his faults and fashioned her from his rib to protect his heart. He gave her wisdom to know that a good husband never hurts his wife, but sometimes tests her strengths and her resolve to stand beside him unfalteringly. And lastly, He gave her a tear. This is hers and only hers exclusively to use whenever she needs it. She needs no reason, no explanation, its hers.”

“You see my son, the beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the beauty of her face, or the way she combs her hair. The beauty of a woman must be seen in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart - the place where love resides.”

The little boy got the answer and never asked the question again.

anonymous asked:

hi angel !!! i'm converting to islam soon (i want to become more knowledgeable so i can convert w as much sincerity as possible) and there were some things in too embarrassed to ask my muslim brother and his family 😬 is there like a special muslim name you have ? like my brother is goes by Abdulla sometimes and his wife Zaharaa/Muminah ?? also when i convert is it appropriate to start wearing hijab like right after or should i wait ?

Hi, Anon!!

Aaaah, this is so so wonderful, Masha’allah!!! 

Urm, not really, in terms of the name. I just have my one name, though I do know people who keep 2 names, but that’s not necessary! 

And the hijaab is completely your choice! If you wish to wear right after, then go with that feeling. If you feel like wish to wait for bit, then go with the feeling. Whenever your comfortable and ready! 

All about a wife.
When she is quiet, millions of things are running in her mind.
When she is not arguing, she is thinking deeply.
When she stares at you, she is wondering why she loves you so much in spite of being taken for granted.
When she calls you everyday, she wants to know how you are doing.
When she SMS’s you everyday, she wants you to reply at least once.
When she says I love you, she means it.
When she says I miss you, no one in this world can miss you more than her.
When she says I will stand by you, she will stand by you like a rock.
Wives are always special. She is said to be the 8th wonder. She is always a priceless treasure.
Never hurt her or take her wrong or for granted.
Share this with every woman to make her smile and with every man to make him realize a woman’s worth!

What is LOVE?

LOVE is when Khadijah (R.A) spent her entire wealth on this Deen (Islam) for the Man she loved.
LOVE is when Muhammed (SAWS) took the glass that Ayesha (R.A) drank from and put his lips on the exact place she put hers on and then drank.
LOVE is when Muhammed (SAWS) had a race with Ayesha (R.A) and teased her when she lost.
LOVE is when Muhammed (SAWS) would take a bone that Ayesha (R.A.) sucked meat from and would put his lips on that same place she chewed the meat from.

Real LOVE is not based on romance , candle light dinner and walks along the beach rather it is based On Respect , Compromise , Care And Trust…

Find your HALAL love here insha'Allah!

Dear Mumin BROTHERS AND Muminah SISTERS…
Take a look at your Social networking profile..Check it…!
Check the pictures you are tagged in…
Do they increase your Islamic knowledge ???
Check the post you shared with your friends…
Do they remind them of Allah ???
Check the videos and pictures you uploaded on your wall…
Do they please Allah ???
Check the list of your friends…
Are they good company for you ???
Check everything in your profile and ask yourself :
“ Will I be pleased with my social networking profile on Judgment Day ??? ”
Purify your social networking profile right now from anything that would displease Allah..Delete all unwanted pictures and all other posts from your profile..
Judge yourself today before you will be judged tomorrow..!!
“Turn To Allah Before You Return To Allah”

My mom only had one eye. I hated her…

She was such an embarrassment. She cooked for students and teachers to support the family.

There was this one day during elementary school where my mom came to say hello to me. I was so embarrassed.

How could she do this to me? I ignored her, threw her a hateful look and ran out. The next day at school one of my classmates said, “EEEE, your mom only has one eye!”

I wanted to bury myself. I also wanted my mom to just disappear. I confronted her that day and said, “If you’re only gonna make me a laughing stock, why don’t you just die?”

My mom did not respond… I didn’t even stop to think for a second about what I had said, because I was full of anger. I was oblivious to her feelings.

I wanted out of that house, and have nothing to do with her. So I studied real hard, got a chance to go abroad to study.

Then, I got married. I bought a house of my own. I had kids of my own. I was happy with my life, my kids and the comforts. Then one day, my Mother came to visit me. She hadn’t seen me in years and she didn’t even meet her grandchildren.

When she stood by the door, my children laughed at her, and I yelled at her for coming over uninvited. I screamed at her, “How dare you come to my house and scare my children! GET OUT OF HERE! NOW!!!”

And to this, my mother quietly answered, “Oh, I’m so sorry. I may have gotten the wrong address.” – and she disappeared out of sight.

One day, a letter regarding a school reunion came to my house. So I lied to my wife that I was going on a business trip. After the reunion, I went to the old shack just out of curiosity.

My neighbors said that she died. I did not shed a single tear. They handed me a letter that she had wanted me to have.

“My dearest son,

I think of you all the time. I’m sorry that I came to your house and scared your children.

I was so glad when I heard you were coming for the reunion. But I may not be able to even get out of bed to see you. I’m sorry that I was a constant embarrassment to you when you were growing up.

You see……..when you were very little, you got into an accident, and lost your eye. As a mother, I couldn’t stand watching you having to grow up with one eye. So I gave you mine.


With all my love to you,

Your mother.”

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A story is told about a King in Africa who had a close friend that he grew up with. The friend had a habit of looking at every situation that ever occurred in his life (positive or negative) by remarking, “This is good, Allah Almighty knows best”

One day the King and his friend were out on a hunting expedition. The friend would load and prepare the guns for the King. The friend had apparently done something wrong in preparing one of the guns, for after taking the gun from his friend, the King fired it and his thumb was blown off.

Examining the situation the friend remarked as usual, “This is good! Allah Almighty knows best.”

To which the King replied, “No, this is NOT good!” and ordered his soldiers to put his friend into jail.

About a year later, the King was hunting in an area that he should have known to stay clear of. Cannibals captured the King and took him to their village. They tied his hands, stacked some wood, set up a stake and bound him to the stake.

As they came near to set fire to the wood, they noticed that the King was missing a thumb. Being superstitious, they never ate anyone who was less than whole. So after untying the King, they chased him out of the village.

When the King reached his Palace, he was reminded of the event that had taken his thumb and felt remorse for his treatment of his friend. He went immediately to the jail to speak with his friend.

“You were right” the King said, “It was good that my thumb was blown off.” And he proceeded to tell the friend all that had just happened. “I am very sorry for sending you to jail for so long. It was bad for me to do this.”

“No,” his friend replied, “this is good…Allah Almighty knows best“

“What do you mean, ‘this is good’! How could it be good that I sent my friend to jail for a year?”

The King’s friend replied: “Remember that the Almighty knows best and if I had NOT been in jail, I would have been with you on that hunting trip.”

“He knows what is before them and what is behind them: And to Allah go back all questions (for decision)”
Qur’an: Surah Al Hajj 22:76

Do Not Judge Things or Events by its Immediate Outcome!

Although the decisions of Allah Ta’alah may seem harsh to us, they are full of wisdom

A man goes to a sheikh and says,
Oh sheikh, I’ve been married for year and I have kids but in the past few years I’ve noticed I’m not attracted to my wife any
longer.
The sheikh starts to ask him why? Has she gained any weight?
Man: No, she looks the same.
Sheikh: Did she get into an accident, did something deform her
image?
Man: No, she looks the same.
So the sheikh asks “Do you have a hard time lowering your gaze when women walk past you? Do you have issues with
pornography?”
Man: Yeah, how did you know about that?
Sheikh: “When you indulge in Haraam, when you fall in love with the Haraam, when you eat, sleep, and breathe in the Haraam, then the Halal becomes disgusting to you.
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