O Ali, he who visits me during my lifetime & after my death, or visits you, or your two children, I will make sure that on I will save them on Day of Judgment, save them from the Day’s fury and hardship until they are raised with me at my level
Prophet Muhammad (ص), Furu Al-Kafi, Kitāb Al-Hajj, Ch.359, H.2, Print: 2005, Lebanon (Translated from my personal copy)
Recently, disney started dubbing in Modern Standard Arabic and redoing the old songs but the songs that I was able to find are the old ones dubbed into the Egyptian dialect, I was only able to find let it go from Frozen [link] and call me beep me (kim possible) [link].
“I am the one who has the keys to ‘unseen’ and after the messenger of Allah, no one knows about them except myself. I possess knowledge about everything, I am the ‘one’ about whom RasoolAllah has said, ‘I am the city of knowledge and Ali is its gateway’. I am ‘Zulkarnain’ who’s virtues are revealed in the Divine Books, I am that ‘Hajar Mukarram’ from where 12 springs will emerge, I am the holder of ‘Sulayman’s Ring’, I am the ‘one’ who appraises the deeds of masses, I am ‘Lohay-Mahfooz’, I am ‘Jumb-Allah’, and ‘Qalab-Allah’. I am the ‘one’ who has control over people’s views and beliefs and they will all return to us and we are entrusted with the authority to evalutate their deeds, I am the ‘one’ about whom Rasool Allah said, ‘O! Ali your conduct is the ‘Sirat-e-Mustaqeem’ and your judgement is, in fact, the verdict of the Lord’. I have the Divine Knowledge about the past and the future. I am the (companion of) ‘First Adam’ and I am the (helper of) ‘first Nuh’” — imam Ali Ibn Abi Talib (ع) ♥️
Thinking about how the Arabic word for heart is “قلب” and how its root letters “ق ل ب” have the literal meaning, “to turn.” Certain emotions cross our hearts and before you have a chance to properly process them, they pass. You could be trying your hardest to see the positive in a situation, succeed for a minute or two, but your thoughts overtake you and you slip into ingratitude. Our hearts are always turning. Or the other way around, where you could be in the middle of complaining about something when you’re hit by the realization that maybe things aren’t so bad and are suddenly filled with gratitude. Our hearts are always turning.
It’s no wonder Rasool Allah salallahu ‘alayhi wasallim’s most-made du'a was, “Oh Turner of hearts, strengthen my heart upon Your religion.” And if the greatest man to ever live made this du'a, what makes you and I think we have enough control over our ever-turning hearts? Can we neglect seeking help for it from its Creator?
“I am the one who has the keys to ‘unseen’ and after the messenger of Allah, no one knows about them except myself.
I possess knowledge about everything, I am the ‘one’ about whom RasoolAllah has said, ‘I am the city of knowledge and Ali is its gateway’.
I am ‘Zulkarnain’ who’s virtues are revealed in the Divine Books, I am that ‘Hajar Mukarram’ from where 12 springs will emerge, I am the holder of ‘Sulayman’s Ring’, I am the ‘one’ who appraises the deeds of masses, I am ‘Lohay-Mahfooz’, I am ‘Jumb-Allah’, and ‘Qalab-Allah’.
I am the ‘one’ who has control over people’s views and beliefs and they will all return to us and we are entrusted with the authority to evalutate their deeds, I am the ‘one’ about whom Rasool Allah said, ‘O! Ali your conduct is the ‘Sirat-e-Mustaqeem’ and your judgement is, in fact, the verdict of the Lord’.
I have the Divine Knowledge about the past and the future. I am the (companion of) ‘First Adam’ and I am the (helper of) ‘first Nuh’.”
Because many of us think we can live our lives however we want, and then at the time of death just say la illaha illah Allah. But at the time of death, the tongue cannot speak—except what the heart commands. Whatever is in the heart will come out. The impoverished heart, will have nothing but love of dunya to speak of on that day. If or heart is empty of Allah during our life, how can it be full of Allah during our death? If our heart is full of love of this life, love of status, love of wealth, love of the creation over the Creator, it is that which will speak. If the heart was full of grudges, jealousy, hatred…that will speak. But if it was full of the love of Allah, that will speak. If in your life, your heart carried only ‘la illaha illa Allah’…that truly there is no refuge, no shelter, no deity worthy of worship but Him’—then, only then, will the tongue be given permission to say: “la illaha illah Allah, Muhammad rasool Allah. “
But at the time of death, the tongue cannot speak—except what the heart commands. Whatever is in the heart will come out. If we don’t remember Allah during our life, how will we remember Him during our death? If our heart is full of love of this life, love of status, love of wealth, love of the creation over the Creator, it is that which will speak. If the heart was full of grudges, jealousy, hatred…that will speak. But if it was full of the love of Allah, that will speak. If in your life, your heart carried only ‘la illaha illa Allah’…that truly there is no refuge, no shelter, no deity worthy of worship but Him’—then, only then, will the tongue be given permission to say: “la illaha illah Allah, Muhammad rasool Allah.“
If only I would be granted one wish, ONE and only wish. I would ask Allah to allow me to visit the grave of my beloved prophet, Muhammad peace be upon him. If only I was granted this wish, I would go there sit at his grave. I promise I will not complain about the burdens of life, I won’t complain I promise. I will sit there, let my tears flow. I will tell him how much I miss him, in a way that cannot be described or put into words. I will cry, and tell my prophet peace be upon him that I need him, I need him badly. I would ask him to forgive me; no, I will beg for forgiveness cause I have sinned, cause I have not been up to his expectations, cause I have been the worst person ever. I will pray all day long next to his grave, long long prayers. Seriously I would trade everything for just one day there.
اللهم اسكني دار قريبا من داره …..يا حبيبي يا رسول الله
So I know none of you who read this post know me, but I ask you all please do not forget me in your duaa, and please ask allah to grant my wish before I die :):)
You’re the best person I’ve ever known, the best friend I’ve never met Your sincerity to me is blinding enough to completely canvas the world around me with drapes that read, respect, honor, focus, protect… and leaving a window so that I can zoom in on the important things, and yet those are the things that I forget, or neglect, …I will do better.
Your Ummah is fine, not because of me or mine, or wounds that heal with time, those who’d die for a dollar sign, but because of promises divine, and so when we feel that we’re at our worst, and our sadness would cause our hearts to burst, it feels like there are times, when there are angels within our lines. Or maybe hovering over squares, with chants of freedom in the air, And though tyrants step on our necks We smile…for history has always been on our side.. Yours is an Ummah that simply doesn’t die…
I’m sorry for my weakness. For every time I’ve been ashamed of your name, and asked someone to call me Mo, For not knowing enough about you to defend you when they drew cartoons, or accused you with the most heinous of accusations… For not getting over my distaste of reading and waiting for hollywood to put you on the big screen so I can know about you. As if Steven Spielberg, Mel Gibson, and Johnny Depp could somehow recreate the twinkle in your eye,or a beautiful bead of sweat as it scaffolds on your forehead, frantically fighting gravity not wanting to fall off your body.
I keep thinking of seeing you, and wonder if you would smile at me… the thought gives me goosebumps… You told me to meet you at the pool, so on that day, I hope and pray that I can see you through the crowd, that no angels barricade me as I sprint at break neck speed, I hope you recognize it’s me. I will crowd the companions to get access to your vision. I will obey my thirst and quench it from your hand, so until that day I will pray… I will stand and I will pray, as if my feet are holding the earth from splitting.
If I make it, I cry at the thought of seeing you. For I know the words that I used to read out of all too thin pages, will do no justice, to your face, your scent, your touch, your voice. My Messenger of Allah has always existed between the curves and dots of the Arabic alphabet, So Muhammad ibn Abdillah in 3D and whatever other dimensions the hereafter brings with it, will be an overboard of senses. I will fall in love with your shadow, and will tell Ali that his description did not do justice, and tell my mother Aisha, that we heard her story of how you passed away between her chin and her chest, over and over and over again, and it made us cry every single time. For there was no disaster that we suffered more than what we suffered before our souls merged with flesh, of entering an Earth that was without you,
Does the sky even recognize us anymore… And I will sit in the shade of your smile, and ask you your story directly from your mouth, as we sip from Salsabil, ice cold, and would be deeply embarrassed if you asked me for mine,
Cuz I never did anything right, other than loving you and then…if you let me, I would love… for a hug.
Well, have we actually thought of our position, our state with our iman? Or do we actually think about it?
Look, I want to share to you a story about one of the greatest soldiers of Islam whose faith is really really an everlasting astonishment to every Muslim.
His name is Habib Ibn Zaid Radiyallahu Anhu. Yes, you are right he is the son of Nusaybah Bint Ka'b and Zaid Ibn ‘Aasim Radiyallahu Anhum.
When Musailamah the Liar couldn’t be stopped on spreading his falsehood and slander on the believers and instigating people against them, the Prophet Sallallahu Alaihi Wassalaam sent him a message in which he picked Habib Ibn Zaid Radiyallahu Anhu to carry it and deliver his message.
When Habib reached his destination and Musailamah the Liar read the letter he was carrying, he went on a rage and became more aberrant and arrogant. He then sent Habib into imprison.
After that, Musailamah called upon and gathered the people to witness his so called memorable day, and this was the day where Habib Radiyallahu Anhu was placed infront of these people to completely humiliate him before the crowd.
Musailamah then asked Habib, “Do you bear witness that Muhammad is, indeed, the Messenger of Allah?”
Habib answered, “Yes, I do bear witness that Muhammad is, indeed, the Messenger of Allah.”
Musailamah’s face went white with humiliation and embarrassment yet he asked again, “Do you witness that I am the Messenger of Allah?”
Habib scornfully replied, “Nonsense!”
With this Musailamah’s face darkened and started to slap Habib fiercely before the crowd, his slaps became stronger with every blow. He became so violent and called for the executioner.
The executioner then hurriedly stabbed Habib’s body with sword, he consecutively slew him, cutting his body into small pieces, one by one.
Habib made no sound beside chanting the words, “La illaha illa Allah Muhammad Rasool Allah.”
Allahu'akbar! Allahu'akbar! Look at the stance and faith of this blessed man!
Now one will think why I have asked such question that when the oppressor tells you to renounce islam, will you is because I want each and everyone who reads this story to go and have a moment of silence and ponder then ask yourself;
With the state of iman you have right now, do you think you would be like Habib who will stand firm on his faith? or maybe you’ll ask him to spare your life and renounce your Islam and just think to yourself that Allah will understand and He will forgive me?
We all know that saying, it’s easier said than done. Indeed, it is so easy to say No on this question but so hard to justify it.
One thing that is so beautiful about the Sahabah Radiyallahu Anhum is that their words were in perfect harmony with their actions, so let us always strive to be like that.
Realize that this world is like an oppressor who tells you to not go and pray instead just go and do these worldly things, do not renounce your Islam by leaving your obligations to Allah Azza Wa Jall.
And we pray that Allah Azza Wa Jall helps us and guides us to be able to practice what we preach and make us able to justify our words perfectly with our actions in complete obedience to Him.
Story taken from Men around the Messenger, pp. 208-209
I will never get how Shias think. Do you guys say la ilaha ila Allah Mohammed il rasool Allah? Do you believe Mohammed was the messenger or say Ali wali Allah or something like like astagharallah 🙅🏻
Salam alaykom 😊
“Getting” how we think starts by asking questions and opening your heart to answers of those inquiries.
Every single Muslim has to say the same shahada - la ilaha il Allah, Muhammad RasulAllah.
If you don’t believe that there is no other Lord but Allah (swt) and that Muhammad (saww) is the seal of messengers, then you’re not a Muslim.
What distinguishes the Shia is the belief in the divine successorship. We believe that Allah (swt) chose Ali (as) to be the successor of Muhammad (saww) along with 11 other people after Ali (as).
This should be familiar to you seeing as Nabi Musa (as) also had 12 as did Nabi Isa (as).
Muhammad (saww) never once left a city to go to another city without appointing someone to take care of it. To suggest that he left this religion without appointing someone just doesn’t make sense.
Nowhere in the Quran did people choose their successors. It has always been a decision by Allah (swt) and in the case of Muhammad (saww), it’s no different.
Ashhado ana Aliyan wali Allah is merely the declaration of this concept that you bare witness that Ali (as) is the chosen successor of Muhammad (saww) by Allah (swt).
Ghadir Khum, hadith manzila, hadith mubahila, hadith kisa, Dawatul ashira - these are just some of the many occasions in which Muhammad (saww) made it clear to the people that Ali (as) was to take the torch of Islam after him.
These events are narrated by the Shia and the Ahle Sunnah. I suggest you take a look into them.