How do you establish or deepen your love for the Prophet Muhammad ﷺ?
a) Be around the company of lovers (those who love Rasulullah ﷺ)
b) Invoke abundant prayers (Salawat) upon him ﷺ. It is recommended to recite at least x300 Salawat per day.
However you should recite it with your heart present and when it is present, it will make your heart connected to him ﷺ.
When your heart is connected to him ﷺ, it will keep you strong and free from any type of anxiety.
c) Serve the Ummah (global community) of the Prophet ﷺ and by doing so you have a shared love with Rasullulah ﷺ.
d) Magnifiy and honour the Sunnah (Do not underestimate or undervalue it)
—  Ustadh Usama Canon

anonymous asked:

Can you please include my family in your prayers? My mother had a 2nd heart attack and my father collapsed but we don't know why. I might be losing both my parents within days of each other, and I just found out my baby sister is struggling with addiction. I'm sorry to ask. And I feel so ashamed and selfish to ask but could you pray for me as well please? All my Muslim friends are long distance and my closest one (probably was my best friend 😔) just cut ties with me so I have no one to come to.

Please don’t say sorry and don’t feel bad for asking!

I will MOST definitely keep you and your family in my prayers in shaa Allah.

*****I ask each and every one of you who is reading this to please please please include this person & their family in your prayers.****

You know, I’ve asked people on tumblr to pray for me and others many times and I also felt ashamed quite often, but TBH why do we feel that way about it??? This is a wonderful thing to do. The people praying will get their reward and there’s more people asking God. I also remember my ex room mate saying that when people make dua for each other without actually knowing each other, the prayers are accepted quicker. There’s only khayr in it and I don’t see any reason for us to feel ashamed for asking. So, let’s pray for each other🌹🙏
& anon if you ever need anyone to talk to please know that I’m here for you.

“Remembrance of the Prophet ﷺ is the foundation of faith; the beggars are like kings due to his ﷺ remembrance.”

― Mawlana Jalaluddin Rumi (qaddasAllahu sirrahu)

Allahumma ṣalli ‘ala Sayyidina Muḥammadin wa 'ala ālihi wa ṣaḥbihi wa sallim taslīman kathīran tayyiban mubārakan fīhi jazīlan jamīlan dāiman bi dawāmi mulkillah.

One who smells the dust of the grave of the Most Beloved Messenger صلي الله عليه و سلم would not need to smell any other perfume in His life.
—  Syedna Fatima Zahra (Radiallahu Anha) who went to the resting place of her Beloved father (ﷺ) and taking a handful of dust put it to her eyes saying the above.

Just as fire spreads from one house to another, so does Divine Love spread from one heart to another.

“Understand the secret unseen ways of heart to heart contact like this:
When two lamps are being lit
The lamps will remain separate
But their light will become intermixed. ”
Hazrat Rumi (Rahmatullah Alay)

In other words, if the lamps are lit, it is impossible to say which light belongs to which lamp. Similarly the bodies of Mumineen are different, but when they sit together in a gathering,

To praise Allah سبحانه و تعالى and His Beloved Rasulullah صلی اللہ علیہ وآلہ وسلم

the enlightenment (anwaar) from their hearts become as one in the atmosphere of the gathering place.‎

Come Back From The Door

Ya Ali, when they defend their leader,
Exonerating him from his crime,
They say you were a warrior yet how
Could you not defend your own wife?

Ya Ali, it fills me with such anger
That they accuse you of cowardice,
Did they not see you on the battlefield? 
Behind that door they knew they were powerless.

Yet when they heard that gentle voice
Resound through the door,
They felt they could overpower her-
The heavens are witness: their hearts did abhor

Her radiance, her holy light, and the wailing angels 
That hovered around, whose echoing cries did surround:
“Ya Fatima, Ya Fatima, come back from the door!
Ya Ali, Ya Ali, why won’t you unleash your sword?!”

“Ya Fatima, Ya Fatima, come back from the door!
Ya Ali, Ya Ali, why won’t you unleash your sword?!”

Ya Ali, how much pain must your heart have endured?!
I see your fist clenching, reaching for Zulfiqar,
But before you, the Prophet you saw: his eyes were
Averted, his face distressed, his crackling voice

Rasped as he said: “Ya Ali, Ya Ali, you are greater
Than the rest! Be patient, my brother, do not become
Distressed! You are my Wasi, my Khalifah and God’s Wali!
You must endure these approaching years of dust and thorns…”

So you abandoned your claim, to your rights usurped;
You mourned for your wife, whose life before you was taken;
You gave up your rights for an Ummah to not be disturbed,
Yet when they returned to you, once more were you forsaken.

For an Ummah of betrayal, another ten Umam ensued,
Your sons too were forsaken, and today we still do not know
Where lies that great lonely grave of woe. Ya Ali, we long
For your son, O your son who we long to see:

His eyes of grief and his eyes of pain,
Who will rise and revive your rightful claim;
And your oppressors too shall rise 
And their corpses be consumed by flame;
And your son will lead us to that most lonely grave,
To the grave of his grandmother he will pave the way;
And he shall make the way of truth once more restored,
When your son arises, when he unleashes your sword.