theconsciousmuslim  asked:

Salam. I just heard Naseems mother passed away, Inna lillahi wa inna ilayhi raji'un. I was thinking maybe we could do something via tumblr. Maybe ask people to read a juz or recite something. I don't know. You know him, if we can do something let me know and I'll try my best to help. Ma'Salaam.

Wa salaam, that would be lovely. If we could get together and do something via Tumblr to show him and his family support in any way, that would be greatly appreciated by him I’m sure. I don’t really know what though >.<

Muḥammad ʿAlī (1942-2016) 

“So what I’m gonna do when I get out of boxing? Is to get myself ready to meet God.” -— Muḥammad ʿAlī

Words cannot do justice to Muḥammad ʿAlī, he was a champion in the ring, and hero outside of it. He was not just the greatest boxer, but a civil rights activist, a great orator, exuded confidence - the epitome of manhood. He is undoubtedly one of the greatest Muslim Americans that has lived. He is an inspiration for all, and will continue being one, even in death - this is his lasting legacy.

Slowly but surely the lights are going out. May Allāh cover him with Mercy, fill his grave with Light, forgive him any and all wrong actions and raise him up on the Last Day. May He raise his rank and unite him with the Prophet (ﷺ).

The greatest truth is re-revealing itself: ʾInnā Li-llāhi Wa ʾInnā ʾIlay-hi Rājiʿūn. “Truly! To Allāh we belong and truly, to Him we shall return.”

We seek His Mercy, and His Gentleness.


“Allāh is the Greatest. I’m just the greatest boxer.”

There are five stages in the growth of love: first is to think someone pleasant, that is, someone thinks of someone else as being nice or is charmed by their character. This is part of making friends. Then there is admiration; that is the desire to be near the person that one admires. Then there is close friendship when you miss the other one terribly when they are absent. Then there is amorous affection when you are completely obsessed with the loved one. In the special vocabulary of love this is called ‘ishq, “the slavery of love”. Finally, there is passion, when one can no longer sleep, eat or think. This can make you ill to the point of delirium or even death. Beyond this, there is absolutely no place where love ends.
—  Ibn Ḥazm, Morals and Right Conduct in the Healing of Souls.
If you are really sincere in your advice, you address it in privacy. If it’s private, it’s easier to achieve the truth. But when you are in a large group, the ego takes over. And then there’s the chance that it’s not sincere, it’s for achieving the upper hand.
—  Shaykh Ḥamza Yūsuf translating Imām al-Ghazālī’s Kitāb al-‘Ilm.
Verily a seed grows in soft ground and does not grow on stone, in the same way that wisdom thrives in the heart of the humble and does not thrive in the heart of the proud and haughty, because God has made humbleness the instrument of the intellect.
—  Imām Mūsa ibn Ja‘far al-Kādhim
Don’t go into Ramadan having hurt anyone without seeking their forgiveness. The last thing you’d want on the day of judgment is to find that your entire Ramadan with all of its quran recitation, fasting, taraweeh prayers, laylatul qadr, etc. went completely to waste because your pride stopped you from saying “I’m sorry”. With that being said, I’m sorry if I’ve written, said, or done anything to offend you. Please find it in your heart to forgive and make dua that Allah grants me guidance and sincerity.
—  Shaykh Omar Suleiman 

Ramaḍān Karīm to you, and your loved ones. May it be a means of nearness to Allāh, and His Beloved Messenger Muḥammad (ﷺ)

May it be a month of forgiving, of healing, of changing, of reflecting, of helping, of improving, of reviving, of remembering.

As our stomachs become empty, may our hearts become full. 

Āmīn. Fātiha. 

Do remember me in your duʿāʾs :) 

It has been narrated that anyone that has an atom’s weight of faith in their heart will be forgiven by Allāh on the day of `Arafah, whether or not they actually stand at `Arafah. [Abū Dawūd]

The day of `Arafah, one of the best day for supplications reminds me of an oft-quoted poem by Mawlāna Rūmī,

“Come, come, whoever you are. 

Wanderer, worshiper, lover of leaving. 

It doesn’t matter. Ours is not a caravan of despair. 

Come, even if you have broken your vows a thousand times. 

Come, yet again, come, come.”

May God facilitate all ways of ease.