Romance in Islam

bismillah :)

The more a woman feels desire, the more she will be desired.

~ Ibn Qutayba, Uyun al-Akhbar

May Allah grant glory and eternal salvation to those who know how to stroke a soft cheek in an accomplished manner, to give just accolade to a slender waist, and to enter the sweetest farj with a befitting skill!

~Imam al-Suyuti, Kitab al-Idah fi ilm al-nikah

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Hanzalah RA and Jamilah RA.

assalamu alaikum :)
bismillah.

i wanted to share with you guys excerpts from 'Muhammad: his life based on the earliest sources' by Martin Lings (Abu Bakr Siraj ad-Din). i specifically chose the story of Hanzalah RA and his wife Jamilah RA:

Chapter L: Preparations for Battle (Uhud):
...After the prayer two men waited behind to speak to the Prophet, each having an urgent decision to make.One of them was Hanzalah, the son of the self-styled Abrahamist Abu'Amir, who was even now, unknown to his son, in the enemy camp below Uhud. It was Hanzalah's wedding day - a day which had been chosen weeks in advance. He was bethrothed to his cousin Jamilah, the daughter of Ibn Ubayy, and he was loth to postpone the marriage, yet determined to fight. The Prophet told him to celebrate his marriage and spend the night in Medina. There could be no fighting before sunrise, and Hanzalah would have ample time to join him on the battlefield early the next morning. He could find out by inquiry which way tthe army had passed.

the story carries over to the next chapter:

Chapter LI : The March to Uhud:
In Medina that night Hanzalah and Jamilah had consummated their marriage; and in her sleep, during the small hours, Jamilah had a dream in which she saw her husband standing at the outside of Heaven; and the door opened for him and he entered through it, whereupon it closed behind him. When she woke, she said to herself: "This is martyrdom." They performed their ablutions and prayed the dawn prayer together, after which he bade her farewell. But she clung to him, and would not let him go, and again he lay with her. Then he tore himself from her embrace, and not even staying to repeat his ablution, he put on his coat of mail, seized his weapons, and hastened from the house.

Hanzalah reached the camp and joined the ranks of the Army, and went off to fight in the Battle of Uhud:

Chapter LII: The Battle of Uhud:
...Abu Sufyan narrowly escaped the sword of Hanzalah, who was fighting valiantly near the centre and who was about to cut him down, when a man of Layth came in from the side and thrust Hanzalah through with his spear, felling him to the ground and killing him outright with a second thrust.
The battle had gradually moved down the slope away from the Prophet as the Meccans were driven back towards the camp. He could no longer discern in any detail what was happening, though he could see that so far his men were winning the day. But now his attention was drawn upwards from the battle and his eyes were raised as one who watches the flight of the birds. After a moment he said to those beside him: "Your companion - he meant Hanzalah - "The Angels are washing him." And afterwards he said to Jamilah, as if seeking an explanation: ""I saw the Angels washing Hanzalah between heaven and earth with water from the clouds in vessels of silver." Then she told him of her dream, and how through fear of being late for battle, he had not made the ablution he would normally have made.

Later after the battle when the muslims were burying their dead, every person that came into contact with Hanzalah's body dared not to touch him. He lay there as the Angels had laid him, with his hair still wet with water upon the noon-dry earth. His beauty and peace were as a sign from heaven, to inform the rest of them of the condition of their martyred kinsmen.

subhanallah, a story resplendent with the sacrifices the sahaba RA made for Islam. subhanallah.

and Allah Almighty knows best.

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Muhammad SAW.

assalamu alaikum :)

bismillah.

Muhammad is a man, but not like men;
He is an emerald, and others mere stone.

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Tablighi Jamat

assalamu alaikum :)

bismillah.


yesterday for salat ul maghrib i decided to head over to one of my favorite masjids, mission bend masjid. now i like this mosque for a couple of reasons: its brand new; the huffaz are usually guys around my age with amazing voices; and it has extra high ceilings, amplifying the recitation which only adds to the effect.


after parking my car in the uncle-made-gravel-driveway, (which i believe is the reason behind my mutliple flat tires), i racked my shoes, performed wuddu, and finally made way into the prayer hall. thats when i saw it...sleeping bags. my eyes, like my mamoo shareef at a paan stand, began to assess the hall. yes, there, perched in the corner of the prayer hall were sleeping bags, straw mats, and makeshift suitcases made of plastic shopping bags. this meant only one thing: the tablighi jamaat had arrived. all 64785634756997586. and with them they brought their pots and pans.


now you sit there, stroking your beard, wondering what the heck im talking about. recall if you may...you know, those uncles that come over and knock on your door asking for your dad, while your dad, realizing whats about to happen tells you to tell them that he's not home. and then you tell the uncles that father isnt home, but thats no problem for them. they just pull you outside infront of all of your friends and give you a 2 hour talk on why you should attend the masjid 5 times a day while your friends point, stare, and laugh at you. yes, 2 hours of hardcore urdu, of which you only understand 6 words. but now its too late to use the "mujhe urdu nahin aati" excuse because youve already replied with the "haan ji uncle, inshallah aya karoongah masjid." all this while your father peeks through the blinds continuously thanking Allah for not being in your place.


dont get me wrong now, i have nothing against tablighis. alhamdulillah, theyve done a lot for the ummah, and inshallah they will continue to spread their message. may Allah Ta'ala increase our iman and reward them for all their efforts. ameen.

by the way, a friend of mine, known to the cyberworld as "jaysh," posted his thoughts on his trip with the jamat. grab a hold of your biryani bellies, read, and laugh:
http://www.geocities.com/freejaysh/TJ.html

and Allah Almighty knows best.

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Eid-ul-Adha

im just copy-pasting this from my naseeb journal.

Assalamu alaikum :)

Bismillah.
labbayk allahuma labbayk! labbayka la shareeka laka labbayk!

eid was great, alhamdulillah. i woke up yesterday morning, shaved my mustache, ironed my thobe, plucked my peek-a-boo nose hairs and then made my way to the reliant center. as soon as i stepped foot outside the door, bittersweet memories of my schooldays came flooding back to me. what is there not to love about mornings? the crisp cold air, the sun peeking over the horizon, the morning mist rising over the fields, and to top it off, the fearful looks on your neighbor's faces when they see you and your kin dressed in thobes and turbans.

alhamdulillah, we have a large central gathering for eid salaat, and ive never taken that for granted. it truly is a blessing from Allah Ta'ala to be able to pray with thousands upon thousands of your brothers and sisters. subhanallah, there we were all gathered in one place, unified by one belief, that belief which manifested itself on Bilal Ibn Rabah's RA lips. that belief which led to the merciless torture of Bilal Ibn Rabah RA. that belief i being the Oneness of Allah Ta'ala. in unision we chanted:

AllahuAkbar AllahuAkbar AllahuAkbar
La Ilaha Ilallah
AllahuAkbar AllahuAkbar
Wa Lillah ilHamd

salaat was made, hugs were exchanged, love for the sake of Allah filled the air, and the abdundance of qurbani goat biryani was felt in our stomachs. the legacy of Hadrat Ibrahim AS lived on.

i went on reciting throughout the whole of the day, often by myself, but i knew that millions of other around the world uttered the exact words i uttered:

AllahuAkbar AllahuAkbar AllahuAkbar
La Ilaha Ilallah
AllahuAkbar AllahuAkbar
Wa Lillah ilHamd

if i were not a muslim, then what good would life be?

and Allah Almighty knows best.

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Initial Public Posting

(no, i am not a business major, Alhamdulillah)

assalamu alaikum :)

Bismillah.

wow, i have my own blog. i feel like such a loser.

and Allah Almighty knows best.

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