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THE QURAN TEACHES US TO BE OPTIMISTIC

I always find myself questioning the things I do, even if I was the one who opted to do it from the beginning. I frequently ask myself whether I’m doing the right thing. Whether there’s any good in the things I choose to put myself in. The school I go to, the activities I join, the events I attend, the friends I choose to keep. Are my decisions going to benefit my future or are they just a waste of time? I wonder if I’m really doing anything right these days. You see, I have always had this fear in me. This fear I can’t specifically explain. I often am afraid if I make the wrong choices, especially when I have to make big important life decisions. What if my plans don’t work out? Who will I be in 10 years? Will I ever really figure it out?

I hate self-doubt. You know when they say we are our own biggest critics, they’re hella right.

Sometimes, the plans that I have for myself, are not exactly the plans that Allah has for me. I get myself in a relationship, and it ends tragically. I take up a course I thought I’m good at, and later fail miserably. I apply for a scholarship, but then find out I was rejected. I plan to graduate on time, but got sick and am told to defer my studies. All these circumstances, it all leads to self-doubt. Will I ever be good enough for anything?

A few days ago, I was reading Surah Al-Kahf and stumbled upon a verse that struck a chord with me. It was so beautiful I made it my phone’s wallpaper lol. The verse goes:

إِلَّا أَن يَشَاءَ اللَّهُ ۚ وَاذْكُر رَّبَّكَ إِذَا نَسِيتَ وَقُلْ عَسَىٰ أَن يَهْدِيَنِ رَبِّي لِأَقْرَبَ مِنْ هَٰذَا رَشَدًا 

“Except “if Allah wills.” And remember your Lord when you forget & say “May my Lord guide me to what is right” (18:24)

Perfect timing. This verse isn’t only a do’a but also a statement of optimism. “Asa” according to the arabic language is a verb used to express hope. Subhanallah, Allah is teaching us that the most fundmental thing we need is His guidance. He is teaching us that in the end, He knows best what is good for us and all we have to do is give our best in the things we do. The rest is Allah’s job. I learnt that if we do what is good, our effort will never go to waste, even if things don’t turn out the way we want it. Our compensation is with Allah. 

The verse screams optimism. It says “when you forget” because whenever something bad/failure befalls us, we tend to lose hope. We are bound to feel lost & confused. Been there a lot of time. So this powerful verse is telling us ‘no, don’t give up, hang in there and ask Allah to guide you’. He created us, He created the stars and the universe, so He definitely knows what is best for us. Whatever happens yesterday, stays there. If we have failed in the past, that failure should not dictate our future. 

“Amazing is the affair of the believer, verily all of his affair is good and this is not for no one except the believer. If something of good/happiness befalls him he is grateful and that is good for him. If something of harm befalls him he is patient and that is good for him” (Saheeh Muslim #2999)

So I guess we will never really have all the answers, but it’s perfectly okay, What we do know is that we can always ask Allah to guide us to what’s the best for us.

As long has we put our trust in him, we are in good hands.

Remember and mention your Lord within yourself (in the depths of your heart), most humbly and in awe, not loud of voice, at morning and evening. And do not be among the neglectful.
—  Holy Qur'an, al-A'raf 205
nilai

“Gratitude unlocks the fullness of life”

Ada sekotak utuh menu restoran sunda yang petang itu dibawa oleh istri saya dari kantornya. Pesannya, “Nanti kalau di jalan nemu orang yang kira-kira bisa dikasih makanan ini, kita berhenti ya. Aku masih kenyang jadi enggak akan makan”. Namun puluhan menit kemudian sepanjang perjalanan pulang ke rumah, kami enggak menemukan seorang pun yang bisa dihadiahkan nasi kotak untuk menu berbuka puasa. Kalaupun ada, jumlahnya lebih dari satu orang sehingga khawatir menimbulkan kecemburuan antara satu sama lain atas pemberian tersebut. 

Akhirnya, kami memutuskan langsung pulang setelah tercetus ide untuk memberikan nasi kotak itu kepada salah seorang pegawai orang tua kami yang bernama kang Irwan. Setibanya di rumah, nasi kotak itu kontan kami serahkan kepada kang Irwan. Dengan raut keheranan melihat kotak yang ukurannya besar, ia bertanya, “Ini apa, de?”. “Itu nasi kotak, a. Paket komplit buat nanti buka puasa ya. Lumayaan” jawab kami. Ia pun berterima kasih setelah melihat isi kotak tersebut. Di dalamnya tersaji paket lengkap: nasi, ayam goreng, ikan asin, tumisan, juga sambal dan lalapan.

Enggak lama berselang, adzan maghrib pun berkumandang. Kami semua membatalkan puasa dengan menyantap makanan yang terhidang di meja makan. Setelah usai menunaikan salat dan beranjak ke dapur, saya mendapati kresek kuning yang berisi nasi kotak tadi enggak bergeser posisinya sedikitpun di rak dinding. Waktu itu, kang Irwan malah terlihat sibuk mencuci peralatan-peralatan bekas memasak sore tadi.

“Lho, a. Udah buka puasa? Itu nasi kotak masih di situ. Dimakan atuh, keburu kelamaan nanti enggak enak” tanya saya heran. Yang ditanya malah nyengir sembari menjawab, “Ohh. Saya udah buka puasa tadi, nasi kotak ini rencananya mau dianterin ke anak saya nanti malem”. Saya pun tercengang. 

Keliatannya sederhana, seorang ayah berbuka puasa dengan makanan seadanya dan lebih memilih untuk menyerahkan nasi kotak pemberian yang dirasa cukup istimewa kepada anaknya. Jadi enggak sederhana karena kami hafal betul seberapa sayang kang Irwan pada putri semata wayangnya tersebut. Setiap barang yang dihadiahkan pada anaknya, pastilah baginya amat sakral dan spesial. Maka malam itu selepas tarawih, ia pun menempuh jarak belasan kilometer pergi-pulang hanya untuk mengantarkan nasi kotak tadi.

Dari kesederhanaan kang Irwan saya belajar bahwa nilai yang kita terima atas sebuah hal enggak pernah diukur dari seberapa banyak uang yang dikeluarkan untuk mendapatkannya, melainkan dari seberapa besar ungkapan rasa syukur yang hadir karenanya. Nasi kotak dari restoran yang harganya mungkin berkisar 25-40 ribu Rupiah sebagai sajian sekali makan, jadi hal yang mungkin kita anggap lumrah sekali. Tapi baginya, sekotak menu lengkap dari restoran bisa bernilai amat spesial dan layak dihadiahkan supaya anaknya bisa menyantap hidangan istimewa hari itu.

Semoga kita selalu dijauhkan dari kebiasaan meremehkan kenikmatan sekecil apapun yang diterima kemudian lalai untuk menambah nilainya dengan rasa syukur atas keberadaannya. Kita tau ada begitu banyak kaum berada yang masih terus merasa sengsara sementara di sisi lain, mereka yang disebut sengsara bisa jadi malah merasa amat kaya dengan kebiasaan bersyukur yang dimiliki. Kecukupan dalam hal kepemilikan tak pernah menyoal jumlah melainkan kegenapan yang berasal dari diri sendiri.

“And [remember] when your Lord proclaimed, ‘If you are grateful, I will surely increase you [in favor]; but if you deny, indeed, My punishment is severe.'” (T.Q.S. Ibrahim: 7) 

Rasa syukur tak bisa diukur dengan satuan rupiah, karena nilai dari rasa syukur itu tak berbatas dan bisa membuka sisi-sisi menyenangkan dalam hidup yang tak terlihat sebelumnya. Belajar berbaik sangka dengan ketentuan-Nya, bisa jadi kebahagiaan yang kemudian timbul dari rasa syukur memang jadi salah satu bentuk bonus tambahan kenikmatan dari-Nya. Alhamdulillah, segala puji memang hanya untuk-Nya yang Maha Kaya.

And [remember] when your Lord proclaimed, ‘If you are grateful, I will surely increase you [in favor]; but if you deny, indeed, My punishment is severe.’ “

-Surah Ibrahim | 14:7.

وَإِذَا قُرِئَ الْقُرْآنُ فَاسْتَمِعُوا لَهُ وَأَنصِتُوا لَعَلَّكُمْ تُرْحَمُونَ

And when the Quran is recited, then listen to it and remain silent, that mercy may be shown to you.

وَاذْكُر رَّبَّكَ فِي نَفْسِكَ تَضَرُّعًا وَخِيفَةً وَدُونَ الْجَهْرِ مِنَ الْقَوْلِ بِالْغُدُوِّ وَالْآصَالِ وَلَا تَكُن مِّنَ الْغَافِلِينَ

And remember your Lord within yourself humbly and fearing and in a voice not loud in the morning and the evening and be not of the heedless ones

—  Surah Al-Araf, Ayaat 204-205

I found this snippet this morning in a book I keep with me at all times, “Don’t be Sad” by A’id al-Qarni.
I feel it’s quite appropriate to share with you guys especially with the recent tragedies.

“And never say of anything, “Indeed, I will do that tomorrow,”
Except [when adding], “If Allah wills.” And remember your Lord when you forget [it] and say, “Perhaps my Lord will guide me to what is nearer than this to right conduct.”” (Quran 18:23-24)

You can buy this book here: http://www.amazon.com/Dont-Sad-Aaidh-Abdullah-al-Qarni/dp/6035010172

And remember your Lord within yourself in humility and in fear without being apparent in speech - in the mornings and the evenings. And do not be among the heedless.

-Surah Al-A’raf | 7:205.

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Baekhyun

21st Century

You pulled up into your driveway, your phone on your ear.  Standing at your door, you noticed some men in black suits.  

“Hey, Ashley, I’m going to have to call you back.”  Grabbing your bag, you quickly walked into the house, eyeing the guards.  ‘Dad?”  You called.  The old painter was sitting in his chair, a cup of tea in front of him, while Prince Baekhyun stood up, his eyes wide.  You bowed.  

“Your highness.  Looking towards your father, he stood up, his hands shaking as he smiled at you.

“My dear.  I have something to tell you.”  He patted your hand.  

“Okay, Dad, but please sit down.”  Your father was old.  Close to his 70’s and arthritis hitting his body the worst way possible.  Your mother had passed away a couple of years ago, taking the light and joy he had for painting with her.  He’s been worried about you, always focused on your job as a art dealer.  

“What’s going on?”  Baekhyun remained standing, his hands fidgeting.  

“I made a deal a long time ago, with the late Queen.  She loved my paintings, as I loved her for loving them.  Not as much as your mother of course.”  You smiled, thinking of her.

“What deal did you make.”  

“I promised your hand in marriage to her youngest son, Prince Baekhyun.”  You looked at him, your eyes wide.  

“You can’t decide that for me.”  

“We’re not asking you to.”  Baekhyun stated.  You turned your eyes on him.  He was a little taken aback by your glare.  “I…was merely coming to ask your father if he would permit me to break that contract.”  

“You want to break a contract set by your mother?”

“It’s unfair of us to ask you to marry me, when you don’t know who I am.”  

“True.  Thank you for your consideration of my feelings.”  You turned to your father, to see his tea empty.  “I’ll get you more tea.”  He nodded.  Baekhyun soon followed you into the kitchen.

“Though, I do wish to break the contract, I was wondering if you wouldn’t mind, going on a date?”  He asked.  You turned, seeing how nervous he was.  

“Why?”

“We used to play together as children, when your father was painting for my mother.  I only wish to get to know you better as adults.”  

“And a date would solve that?”

“____, I like you.  I find you intriguing, and interesting.  The type of art you always bring my father, is exquisite and I only wish to get to know you better.  As we once we knew each other.”  You found this entire situation weird.  But who were you to deny a prince a date.  

“One date.  But the bodies guards have to be away from us.  I don’t like the idea of people watching me.”

“Deal.”  Baekhyun smiled, grabbing the Tea from the counter.  “I’ll take this to your father.”  You watched him grow, a memory of your first kiss in the royals gardens fluttering to your mind.  

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Chanyeol

19th century

General Leeteuk stood beside Prince Chanyeol in the gardens.  Both watching you play with a dog, near the fountain.  

“Do you like my sister?”  Chanyeol, walked slowly the general.  

“She is very kind.”  

“Unlike her would be husband.”  Chanyeol nodded.  

“Is she the reason, you switched sides?”  Chanyeol watched as you threw a ball, the dog running after it.  A smile graced your lips.  

“She’s the main reason.  I can work for a bad king if he does bad things for the right reasons, but he was doing everything for himself.  I find him the opposite of you.”  Chanyeol looked surprised.

“I am not king.”  

“But you will be.  A strong soldier, in the face of dark situations, you do everything for the right reasons.”  Leeteuk waved to you, as you noticed them both for the first time.  “If you find my sister interesting, please talk to her.  I know she finds you fascinating.”  Leeteuk patted his shoulder before heading down the stairs to meet you halfway.  The dog following closely behind.  Chanyeol smiled at women.  She bowed to him, before returning to play with her brother in tow.    

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Jong-dae

1900

“I would be a horrible choice for a queen.”  you reasoned.  Jong-dae merely laughed.  

“Why would you think that.”  Both of you were walking through the maze.  Your arm wrapped in his elbow.  A couple of guards floated behind you, trying to keep their distance, yet their eyes on the two.  

“Because I don’t like rules, nor do I enjoy being followed.”  you eyed the soldier who simply bowed when he saw you looking.

“My mother was like that.  My father married her even though she didn’t want to be queen.”

“Why did she marry him than?”  

“Because she loved my father more than she hated the idea of being queen.”  Jong-dae looked behind him.  Leaning down, he whispered in your ear. “Prepare to run.”  he quickly took your hand, ducking into the maze in a different direction, than the guards were suspecting.  To far behind to catch them, he took another sharp turn towards a giant statue.  He spun you behind it, his body close to yours, as the soldiers ran past.  You gazed up at, your bottom lip in between your teeth.  

“Your highness, I do believe you are being very improper.”   Smiling, Jong-dae pressed his body against yours.  Even through all the fabric both of you wore, you could still feel his hard body.  

“I do believe you are not stopping me.”  

“How can I?  You are the prince.”  You teased.  He leaned down, kissing you.  You gripped his shoulders pushing him away.  

“I can not be tarnished.  I’ll ruin my family.”  Jong-dae gripped your wrists in his hand.  

“I wouldn’t dare it.”  Jong-dae placed a hand on your cheek.  “I don’t want a queen who wants to be queen.  Those I can fine plenty of.  I want a queen who hates being a queen, but the loves much more than she hates being the queen.  My mother was loved by the people because she fought for them.  You fight for them everyday.  You think I don’t see it.”  You placed your hands on his chest, his heart beating fast under your touch.   “I’ve already asked my father, and your father for your hand.  Both have agreed.  But I will wait until you agree.”  

“Why would you want my hand?”  

“Because I love you more than I hate being the next King.”  Jong-dae leaned down kissing you once more.  This time your heart beat just as fast his, matching his intensity of the kiss.    

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Whenever you’re about to sin or disobey your Lord, remember this ayah and ask yourself:

قُلْ أَذَٰلِكَ خَيْرٌ أَمْ جَنَّةُ الْخُلْدِ الَّتِي وُعِدَ الْمُتَّقُونَ ۚ كَانَتْ لَهُمْ جَزَاءً وَمَصِيرًا

“Is this better or the Garden of Eternity which is promised to the righteous? It will be for them a reward and destination.”

- [25:15]

Always remember these words : Nothing happens ran-dom-ly

Learn to accept what Allah has decided for you

And I swear that sooner or later you will understand. There is always a wisdom behind it but you have to be patient my dear

I’m not saying that’s easy and I know how it is but you have to work on yourself

Each time something happens keep repeating with conviction (for your heart) :

“al hamdulillah al hamdulillah al hamdulillah ▪ tawwakaltu ‘ala llah ×3 ▪ I love Allah I love Allah I love Allah ▪ He only wants what’s good for me ▪ He protects me from something I don’t even know and He knows better than me –> He loves me ♡♡♡ ”

It doesn’t matter if you cry while you are saying this or after, you are a human, it’s our nature to be hurt sometimes and then cry or other feelings. But please no more than 15 minutes, you will hurt yourself a lot, and shaitan will enjoy this situation…

Remember your Lord, Remember your Lord, Remember you Lord

He wants you near to Him so flee to Him

Fi amanillah

Lost in a Memory (Bran Stark X Reader)

(This is a fic written specifically for @mother-of-the-fandom, to thank them for their huge support when this blog first began, and for the continued support to this day. Especially, with Bran Stark Imagines!

Thank you! And I’m sorry if this is a bit bitter-sweet :) )

Written by Admin Maisie


Childish laughter echoed around the Godswood, as you and Bran ran through the freshly fallen snow. Even now, the snow continued to fall, and you couldn’t tear your eyes away from them.

You had never seen snow before. So, how could you not be fascinated by it?

It had been barely a week since you and your father had arrived in Winterfell, and already you had fallen in love with cold North. You knew Father had come to discuss some form of trade agreement with the Starks, and had only brought you along on your Mother’s insistence after you had ‘accidentally’ set fire to her prized silk dresses from King’s Landing.

Apparently, it was meant to teach you some discipline.

Oh how wrong she was.

Especially when, to everyone’s surprise, you befriended Lord Stark’s second youngest son, Brandon Stark. It didn’t exactly take much. After all, how could you say no when someone asks if you want to climb up the castle walls with them?

You can still remember your Father’s pale face, Lord Stark’s laughter and Lady Stark’s shouts for you both to come down this instant.

But that didn’t stop you both from climbing straight back up there after the adults had gone out of sight.

“Take that (Y/N)!”

You squealed and ducked behind a tree, as a snowball when flying past your head, just barely missing you.

“Missed me, Bran!” You shouted back, hardly able to contain your giggles as you heard Bran move closer to your position.

As the crunching noise of the snow got louder and louder, you grinned to yourself and jumped out ready to throw a snowball straight into the little Wolf’s face. Only to find there was no one there.

Confused, you glanced around the clearing then screamed as a heavy weight crashed into your back, sending you face first into the snowy ground.

Lifting your head out of the snow, you turned your head round and glared at the chackling boy that still had you pinned to the ground. “Bran! That was not fair!”

“Yes it was. You’re just jealous because you didn’t think of it first. So I’m the King of Winter!” He stated, proudly sticking his chest out.

“Oh, is that so?” You saw Bran’s confident expression falter slightly as he saw the mischievous glint in your eye. With all the speed of a Wild Cat, you flipped both of your positions around, pinning his arms and knees to the floor with your own.

You smirked, “The King has fallen. Now, it’s the Queen of Winter’s turn to reign!”

Bran blinked, still shocked by the sudden change only for a bright smile to pull at his lips and make you smile in turn. It didn’t take long for you both to dissolve into a pile of giggles as you let yourself fall back onto the soft snow next to him.

“Maybe we could rule Winter together?” He asked. You looked to him and found that he was already looking at you. “As the King and Queen of Winter, nothing could stop us from ruling over this land of endless snow.”

You pretended to ponder the statement for a second, before you took his hand in yours and gripped it tight.

“You’re right. Together there’s nothing we can’t do!”

Bran’s smile, if possible, somehow got even brighter. He gently pulled his hand from yours and offered you his pinkie-finger instead, “I, Bran Stark, King of the Ice and Snow, vow to stay by the Queen’s side from now until the end of time.”

You instantly locked your pinkie with his, unable to contain how happy you were to make this vow – no matter how childish it seemed – with your best, and only, friend. “I, (Y/N) (L/N), Queen of the Snow and Ice, vow to rule with the King – side by side – and stay with him until the end of time.”

With a shake of your fingers, the vow was made. And while you refused to admit it then, that vow had meant more to you than any riches, titles or even a million snowflakes ever could.

                       ~                                      0                                          ~

Of course you couldn’t stay in Winterfell forever.

Granted, that didn’t stop you from kicking and screaming as your Father carried you away to his horse. You’d remembered how Bran had to be held back by his brother, Robb. You even remembered how for a brief moment, it looked like a tear was rolling down his cheek.

Thus, with all the strength you could muster, you shouted about how you would write to him every day and that you would never, ever forget your vow.

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What followed, the next few years, was a seemingly never-ending conversation that was spread over a string of weekly letters between the both of you. Your Mother never hid her disapproval of such a correspondence from you or your Father, you didn’t let it bother you and thankfully, your Father didn’t seem to mind it either. You wouldn’t know what you would of done if he hadn’t, as nothing could ever replace the joy you felt every time your Father knocked on your door, saying he had a letter addressed to the ‘Queen of Winter’.

Even though you had just finished reading his latest letter, you were already penning your reply. You told him all about how your new horse, Drax and his fascination with chewing your sister’s hair. You when into extensive detail on how yesterday you had found a bow and an arrow left out near the target range, and with your master stealth skills had snuck them back to your room, without anyone seeing you. You were hoping to get some secret practice in later. And you asked him how excited he must be feeling to have King Robert Baratheon visit his home.

With a rather clumsy press of the wooden marker, your sealed the envelope with your House Sigil and rushed to find the Maester. Eager to send the letter off as soon as possible, so that Bran’s reply would get to you even quicker.

Except, it never came.

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While you never did get Bran’s reply, you still continued to send him letters.

At first, they were just filled with questions. How are you? What is happening? Why have you not replied?

When you didn’t receive a response still, you just began describing your day. Leaving no detail, whether big or small, out. You told him how your secret archery practice had gotten better. You could now hit the target, instead of just firing over it. You told him about the rides you would go on with Drax, and how you had found a small clearing that had very quickly become the spot you escaped to whenever your Mother grew so furious with you, her face turned redder than the leaves on Weirwood trees.

But what you didn’t tell him, or what you wanted to tell him, was how hurt you were when he didn’t reply. Or about how you spent many sleepless nights, crying at the memories of your climbing adventures and snowball fights together. But most of all, you wanted to tell him how you wished you could just pack a bag and ride back to Winterfell. So that you could both be together, just as you’d both vowed on that snowy day.

You stopped sending him letters the moment you heard that he had been burned alive by Theon Greyjoy.

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As he sat there, gazing at the pile of letters addressed to the ‘King of Winter’, Bran felt the cold bite of Winter nip at his cheeks. Tiny flakes of snow cascaded to the ground, just as it had that day many years ago. He gently brushed his fingers over the dried ink, lightly circling around the signature of the girl once known to him as the ‘Queen of Winter’.

Upon his return to Winterfell, he had discovered the letters practically swamping the desk in his room. He hadn’t even realised he had read them all until there wasn’t another one left to pick up.

She had obviously meant a great deal to Bran. He could tell that much from the many long, heartfelt letters left unsent at the back of a drawer. He could even see it when he visited the times the two had spent in the past. A few had even brought a small smile to his face, however brief it had been.

She seemed like a brave and lively soul. Clearly, not one to simply settle for being the wife of some Lord or Knight.

He watched her write each and every letter. Baffled at her stubbornness to continue writing them, even when she did not receive one in return.

He watched her cry in anguish the moment she hear news that Theon Greyjoy had “burned” him alive.

He watched her repeatedly deny it to herself and everyone around her, claiming that he was not dead. That he was still out there, waiting to come back and take Winterfell when the time is right.

He watched them call her insane, disregarding her words as the babbles of a woman in grief.

He watched her pack a travel bag, and leave her home on her horse Drax in a fit of anger and determination.

He watched her journey, as she travelled for miles and miles, trying to get North of the Wall. Where she claimed he had called to her in a dream.

It was a fruitless journey. Anyone could see that. She had run out of food. She had run out of water. And it only grew colder and colder, the further she went. Yet, she kept going.

And going.

And going.

Until she couldn’t move anymore.

He had even shed a tear when he watched her freeze to death just outside of the Wall. Looking for him.

There were a few times when he thought he could feel some of Bran’s feelings for this girl, niggling at the back of his mind. But he could never focus on one thing for too long. He had not been able to do so for a long time now.

He did not remember what it felt like to be Bran anymore.

And while this girl had giving him a glimpse, a reminder of who he once was, it wasn’t enough.

(Y/N) (L/N), Queen of Winter, was just a girl lost in memories now.

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Day 16 - Tahajjud, the shield from sin

Allah has praised those who wake up at night for His remembrance, supplication, and to seek forgiveness and entreat Him, saying, ‘They forsake their beds to cry unto their Lord in fear and hope, and spend of what We have bestowed on them. No soul knows what is kept hid from them of joy, as a reward for what they used to do.’ (32: 16-17)

Tahajud is taken from word tahajjada which means “is intentionally awake.” Tahajjud, also known as the night prayer means to forsake sleep in order to pray salat. It is completed during the last third of the night after one has woken up from rest. It can’t be offered right after Isha and not right before Fajr. One must pray isha, go to sleep, and then wake up in the middle of the night to pray Tahajjud. The minimum time allowed to pray Tahajjud before Fajr is 15 minutes. 

 Allah (swt) understands that waking yourself up in the middle of the night is a difficult task, and that is why he offers immense rewards for those who pray the night prayer. Allah (swt) will declare you as His most loyal servant. Tahajjud is superior to day prayer because It is more hidden and the most genuine of prayers. Offered during the time of night where your heart and tongue are able to focus only on Allah (swt), He will hear all of your duas. It is a time when the doors of the sky are opened, supplications answered, and the needs of those who ask fulfilled.

“Recitation in night prayer is closer to contemplation, because things that busy the heart are mostly absent at night, so the heart is attention and is with the tongue in understanding, as Allah (swt) said, “o! The night vigil is (a time) when impression is more keen and speech more certain. Lo! You have by day a chain of business. So remember the name of your Lord and devote yourself with a complete devotion.’  (73: 6-7) It is because of this that we have been commanded to recite the Qur an in night prayer in a steady recital (tartil).”

Benefits of Tahajjud (The Night Prayer):

  1. Implementing the Sunnah of the Messenger of Allah (Sallallahu alayhi was sallam) which he never use to miss
  2.  A way of getting your Dua’s accepted
  3. A way of getting your sins forgiven
  4.  By performing it, it will bring light to your face and soul
  5.  It helps you fight your desires
  6.  It makes you closer to Allah
  7. It builds the love of the Hereafter in your heart
  8.  It softens the heart and humbles you in front of Allah
  9. It strengthens the Qur’an that you have memorised

 “Get up to pray in the dark when all are asleep and see how your path is lit and your life begins to shine.”

Antis @ Shiro or Keith

Mod Hunty Pastel Lance, who is sadly only a mere filthy lightskinned Asian & not a spicy Latino or big booty African goddess, who are the much more superior races, would like to teach Antis that there are other more honest words besides “lightskinned” to describe the hateful race traitors that is the Asian race.

In the form of a children’s hand game~:

I went to a Chinese bakery
To buy a loaf of bread, bread, bread
She asked me what my name was
And this is what I said, said, said

My… name… is…
Ching Chong Charlie
I know karate

Punch you in the body
Oops, I’m sorry
Chinese, Japanese, Indian Chief

For this last verse, you should tug the corners of your eyes up and down as to mimic what you have described as “Shiro’s eyeliner”.

Remember, your Lord and Savior Hunty Pastel Lance forgives all even when it’s targeted at people like the mod themself!

Quran (18:24)

إِلَّا أَن يَشَاءَ اللَّـهُ ۚ وَاذْكُر رَّبَّكَ إِذَا نَسِيتَ وَقُلْ عَسَىٰ أَن يَهْدِيَنِ رَبِّي لِأَقْرَبَ مِنْ هَـٰذَا رَشَدًا ﴿٢٤﴾ سورة الكهف

Except [when adding], “If Allah wills.” And remember your Lord when you forget [it] and say, “Perhaps my Lord will guide me to what is nearer than this to right conduct.”

((وَلَا تَقُولَنَّ لِشَيْءٍ إِنِّي فَاعِلٌ ذَٰلِكَ غَدًا*إِلَّا أَنْ يَشَاءَ اللَّهُ ۚ وَاذْكُرْ رَبَّكَ إِذَا نَسِيتَ وَقُلْ عَسَىٰ أَنْ يَهْدِيَنِ رَبِّي لِأَقْرَبَ مِنْ هَٰذَا رَشَدًا))

“do not say of anything, ‘I will do that tomorrow,’ without adding, ‘God willing,’ and, whenever you forget, remember your Lord and say, ‘May my Lord guide me closer to what is right.’”

—  الكهف