Salafi Couple

Wife;  “I love you”

Husband; “Give me the daleel”

 

Wife; “Can you please take me to visit my Mum?”

Husband; “Where’s the hadith to prove that I need to do that?’

 

Husband; “Honey it’s the 15th of Sha’baan  tonight”

Wife; “Don’t they say that it’s a “big night” haha, all that is from a weak hadith,no need to strain ourselves making ibaadah or seeking forgiveness as those daeef scholars say so”

Husband; “Totally right,pass the remote,what’s on TV tonight?”

 

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The Part;The Thirteen; Mechanics and Islaah

 

BISMILLAHIR RAHMANIR RAHEEM

 

The long story short, Shaikh burnt my ears off(metaphorically!) for listening in on his convo with Zameer. This was the first time my favourite teacher had scolded me and in my ignorance, I was irritated and upset. Come on,what was the big deal? But you see, when you live in an environment where lying,gossiping,making dirty jokes,eavesdropping is not considered a really bad thing and where being mean is funny and when this is endorsed by the one you spend a lot of time with- the TV, then when you are thrown into a pure environment that is continuously egging you on to be better,better,better,you don’t get it at first. You think “oh please man,you’re overdoing it” or at least I did.

Similarly when we’re out in Jamaat(time spent inviting to Allah) or in the Halaqah(gatherings) of our Shuyookh(spiritual guides), then at first it seems a bit much especially when we have major stuff like drugs,booze,no salaah,clubbing and being promiscuous,to see to and remove. But the qualities that we have and that we don’t consider wrong? Will become like weeds that will trip us up in our ultimate quest,may Allah bless those who advice us sincerely.

I woke up during the late part of the night which was weird because usually I slept like a log, to see Ramzi on the floor. That was weird,I was so sure he slept on his bunk bed every night. Oh maybe he had a bed bug or something. Staring at nothing at the dark, I remembered to be grumpy with Shaikh coz he made me feel like scum.

“Nabeel” A voice whispered

I nearly bring the room down with my scream. The guys woke up with shock and since we had no access to lights,pulled out their mini torches and secret phones.

“What???” “What the hell happened?!”  “Who was it?”   “Arreh kya huwa mera baap?”(that was Mustafa)

“I thought It was a jinn! Kasam I heard someone say my name!”I shouted

“Yooou bleddy idiot! You gave me a fright!” Mustafa was Angry,he Hated his sleep disturbed and charged at me in the dark,tackling me. “When I finish you, you’ll hear 10 Jinaat!”

“My head you moron! You bloody banged it against the railing” I shoved him away

“Break it up guys,they will come check up on us just now”  “Mustafa get over yourself,it’s not as if you lost someone,our sleep also broke and we’re not acting like bulls” “Apologise Nabeel you moron” (That was you know Nu’maan)

Then Ramzi,surprisingly threw 2 pillows at us. “here,fight it out take qisaas and go back to sleep,na’am?” he smiled in the dark. The other guys pelted their pillows at us and suddenly it was a free for all. We ended up having a pillow fight and laughing and err swearing at around 2am.  Sometimes I think of those carefree days with the most deepest yearning and I remember one of my close friends advice.The best is still to come.

So anyways, Suhaib, a guy who moved to our room because he had issues with his room,said “I think I can hear Imraan bhai!”

Everyone shoved their phones and torches away and hopped back into bed like greased lightning. One thing, Madressa increases your reflex power!

We lay in bed laughing and my brother Ramzi,as always, reminded us to remember Allah and not just get chocked in our ghaflat(negligence) of fun.

“Come boys,we got a little time before fajr salaah,Allahumma bismika amutu wa ahya(Oh Allah,on Your name I die and come back to life),make a little zikr befre we sleep inshaAllah” Ramzi said.

The next day at breakfast,Ramzi was buttering his toast when he turned to me and smiled “Ya Nabeel,I was the jinn,I sensed you were awake,I whispered,I didn’t know you will get a fright,sorry akhi”

I laughed. “It’s cool, you Must be a jinn to detect that I was awake! Hey why were you sleeping on the floor?”

Ramzi mumbled some excuse as I gulped down my sad looking brown tea and missed my mothers breakfast skills. Only in later years I would figure that Ramzi would pull his duvet and stuff and sleep on the floor to practise on a great sunnah. We say it’s just a sunnah but it’s never “just” it is Nur. We should try and practice on certain sunnats even if we can’t all the time,then now and then and seek istighfaar for when we can’t do so.

“Come on,you’re going to be late for your first dars(lesson) Normally you’re rushing for Shaikhs dars?” Ramzi asked

I told Ramzi about my issue with Shaikh. I didn’t like being told off by anyone.Simple.

“Hmm…that is your ego talking Nabeel. This is an Islaah garage, we are like the cars that met up in accidents because of our sins and weakness so we come to the garage to what you say?”

“panel beat?”

“Yes! Our Asaatizah(teachers) are our panel beaters,they will put us right ,sometimes it hurts the car but do the car get cross with mechanic ya Nabeel?” Ramzi looked at me kindly

I got his point. Alhamdulilah. Some people will pick on you because of the power trip it gives them,some because they got nothing better to do but a teacher/parent/sibling/relative/friend guide/ameer that is sincere will do it out of concern. Don’t push it away.

I smiled at Ramzi , “JazakAllah man” I said simply,picking up my bag of kitabs and jogged to class, I didn’t want to be late for my favourite dars,with my fav teacher.

The part; The Twelve. Loveboats and Eavesdropping

 

Bismillahir Rahmaanir Raheem

 

Shaikh Shifu looked at Zameer piercingly. Ok not actually piercingly but as if he could see right through him and everything he had got up to that past week.

“many a love boats have sunk in an ocean of destruction Zameer” Shaikh said calmly. Meanwhile I was thinking howcome it didn’t sound ridiculous when Shaikh spouted lines like that. It made me think of all the blinking Shakespearean claptrap we had to do in high school. But it made sense this.

“many a love boats have sunk in an ocean of destruction.”

‘This is my last warning Zameer,after this I have to take it up with Mufti.” Shaikh told a stricken Zameer. I thought Shaikh was being a bit harsh and ratting out for nothing but when I came to know later that Shaikh had caught Zameer 7 times and each time let him go with advice. Sometimes when someone doesn’t want to listen repeatedly,drastic action has to be taken.

“First I caught you smoking,then I caught you with your phone,you promised not to use it again but you did and then when I took it away,you hooked another student to lend you his. And why? All so you could talk to this girl,is she worth it?” Shaikh asked him

Zameer the tough guy I knew,reacted in a totally unexpected way. He looked like he was about to cry! Baby.

“I…I truly…err feel for her Shaikh…Please understand me…I want to marry her!” His voice cracked with sorrow.

This was certainly entertaining! I tried not to make a noise as I slurped my Sprite.

‘Do you love her?’ Asked Shaikh

“yes!” Zameer said enthusiastically

“do you think she will be faithful to you?”Shaikh enquired as if he was ticking off a medical diagnosis

“Shaikh! I wouldn’t love her so much if she was loose!,she’s a good Muslimah” Zameer muttered

“But if she cant be faithful to her Rabb and you cant be faithful to your Rabb,whose love should dominate…

See,who uses the word dominate and still sounds cool? Shaikh  Shifu,that’s who. I was onto my chappies,listening and growing more impressed.

Shaikh continued”Whose love should dominate our lives, how will you remain faithful to each other when you’ll jeapordised your relationship with Allah,make tauba and leave her, you say she is good,I believe that because you are a good boy and have good judgement most of the time but we all sin and fall,get up and move on,leave her so she may become better and happier without you,in the long run.”

Zameer; “I tried a hundred times…I made tauba..I carried on…and we couldn’t stay apart…Shaikh you don’t understand! Its not that I want to do this sin but I just am unable to give it up,shes my addiction”

Hmm. I hope he realises how embarrassing that was. Hell, I was embarrassed for him, how can you throw lines like that at your seniors? But Shaikh responded like a pro.

“I Do understand Zameer, I do.” Shaikh said holding Zameer shoulders. “ If you tried a hundred times,then try and 102 times,don’t stop trying,increase your zikr. Do you know what zikr does to the heart? Brightens it,lightens it and makes it easier for us to do our other ibaadat.But what is the trick of zikr,what did we do in class?”

Zameer looked relieved “to do it constantly? The hadith declares that the most beloved action to Allah is the one that is constant even if it is little.”

Shaikh smiled “maashaaAllah ,someone is awake in class. Istiqamat,commitment. That’s what we need.”

Shaikh was calm as an ice cube uptil then but then his voice changed to a lighting like tone. Was Scary!

“ Zameer…for all your aqal (intelligence) What I find hard to stomach is seeing you last night with a girl,I assume the same one.”

‘y..you saw me!’ Zameer was perspiring

“Yes and I was gutted that you chose to meet her on a Thursday night! The eve of Jumah Zameer! Why?? You had no sabr for the weekend? I’m not saying go and meet girls on the weekend but why on the night you’ll are given off?? As an amanat?(trust) It is such a pure and blessed night. Our actions are presented to Nabi SAW on this night,do you know that? If we cant sit and read Salawaat or do extra  good on this night,at least abstain from sin of the night and day of jumah! Our sawaab is multiplied on the Mubarak days an nights and the outcome of our sins are also multiplied! Why did you have to drag  the Madressa name in the mud by parading with her publicly on a Mubarak night!”

Shewww. I stood up and was about to leave, trying to blend in the shadows I stood in ,eavesdropping.But…

‘Whose there? Nabeel? How long have you been standing there?” I heard Shaikh’s voice behind me. Damn!

 

Jumah is here,lets try and be xxx good and stay away from sin. Even the ‘small’ ones. Use it as a practise run for Ramadhan which is so near.

the humility of an Alim- Addendum

JazakAllah Khair to the brother who queried regarding the authenticity of the origins of At-Tahiyaat. And the others who contributed to that. I contacted my Ustaz regarding that.

And guess what? He thanked me for calling him and asking. He said that he did go on to correct it in later years or rather he added along  that this was the narration he had learnt but it comes from a riwaayat(narration) with an incomplete “sanad”(chain of narration). So he said that it was his fault and Apologized that he did not mention that when I was in class and some Ulama have declared that it should not be mentioned at all because of the importance of a strong sanad.

Point here. It is not a fabricated hadith. It falls under Dhaeef(weak) because there was a “technical fault” which if we had to go into the depths of what makes a sanad strong, in there would be almost literally no one  today except a handful who would qualify to narrate hadith in an authentic sanad. Especially those of a group that jump on their “everything is a weak hadith” trampoline. You know who you are.

A part of knowledge is “I don’t know”,humility and acceptance. May Allah make us like our salafus saliheen(pious predecessors) Ameen

Salli Alar Rasul.Tonight’s the night before Jumah.

Checklist.

Nails-Cut

Unwanted hair(doesn’t include your eyebrows sisters)removed.

Salawaat-Read abundantly

Kahaf-Recite

Wear good clothes

Itr-(not paco rabanne, the real deal instead)for men.

Early for Jumah

No TV

No music

Taubah

Duas for the ummah and ourselves scattered through out the day

Spend last moments of Jumah in dua and ibadat and ask for the love of Allah

 

 

The Part; The Eleven. Greatest Conversation Ever.

Bismillahir Rahmanir Raheem

And so I was there in Madressa for a bit,I am going to fast forward towards the end of that year just to cover a specific lesson with Shaikh Shifu.

Now Shaikh Shifu was our first year Ustadh. The first contact with Ilm and Deen. The one who opened doors in our minds to things we never ever knew. Yet, when we go up to 4th,5th and 6th year then we sometimes(not all of us) regard our first year teachers as “lesser important” than those who teach the major kitabs. This is utterly wrong of us. If it wasn’t for those that put our foot on the first rung of the ladder, we would have never climbed it. I remember one of my senior teachers making dua for his maktab Apa’s. This dua from an Alim who is known internationally. SubhanAllah. How can we regard ourselves as better than anyone?

“Oh Allah,in Your Garden,everyone is a rose and the only thorn is i”

I remember my maktab Apa. An old lady who used to chase us around the class to whack us across the back with her broken ruler. Maybe I can’t remember everything she taught me but she did teach me how to read Quran and Salaah.

Talking of Salaah. 

In Shaikh Shifu’s class,before the night of Israa(Me’raaj)

Shaikh; ” and so Allah Ta’aala took Nabi SAW from Makkah to Jerusalem to the 7heavens, why? To receive this most important gift. When will we understand the value of Salaah? Think over the Israa,read it up and we will understand what is Salaah. Now Nabi SAW passed all and Jibraeel AS stops and cannot go further and Nabi SAW passes Sidratul Muntahaa where no one has passed before. Right infront of Allah, a hnadspan away. (Shaikh shows us the length of a handspan-elbow to palm)The beloved infront of the Beloved. SubhanAllah. And then Nabi SAW says, 

“All compliments, all physical prayer, 
and all worship are for Allah”

and Allah Taa’aa replies;

“Peace be upon you, Oh Prophet, 
and Allah’s mercy and blessings”

And Jibraeel AS from his point,not wanting us to be forgotten implores;

“Peace be on us and on all righteous slaves of Allah”

“This was the greatest conversation ever. Between Allah,His Nabi and His chief Angel and you know what? We get to repeat this blessed conversation every single day in At-Tahiyaat sitting in tashahud.Think of it when you pray and see your salaah come to life.”

The “American Dream”

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People in under developed countries see the “American Dream” lifestyle and crave it when there is nothing to it. You basically just work, save money and buy expensive things to be seen by others. To be loved by others in a materialistic way. You aren’t left alone. People are always in your business. The “American Dream” is an illusion which does not bring happiness. It brings comfort. Comfort and happiness are two different feelings. I can go lay in my bed and be comfortable but when I lay in this bed, I am not happy but I am comfortable. Money is nothing but comfort and the “American Dream” is nothing but comfort. It is not happiness. So when they look at this lifestyle, they are seeing something totally different than what we are living here. That is not to say money is bad but it is nothing but comfort. It’s…

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The Men in Orange jumpsuits

Flippin’ thru the paper back in 02

Saw a picture which tore my heart thru

’Men in Orange SuitsKicked by bootsOf big white crew-cut

guardsScreamin’ in their faces

Trying to push them prisonersIn their places.

Down on your knees,In a cageUnder the burning sun

It made me rage.No charge, no trial

Day after day passed you by.Your hair turning white,Your pain filled sigh.And me?As the decade rolled onIt was my time in the sun

My pleasure,my life,my funI saw your pictures againAverted my eyes

The music,the movies,the malls

The internet boom, my latest update

Chatting,chatting,typing,tripping

All kept me busyMy heart was too dizzyTo stop and feel the pain

You’re my brother.Someone’s son Somewhere a mother Cries all the time.You went in for no crime.

Why can’t I seeit could have been me?

Looking at the pics againYour tears streaming down your face

Their paws shoving food down you.

DarknessIt’s time for you to depart

The men in orange jumpsuitsI won’t just look and wince today

now when I raise my hands to pray.Before I pray for me I ask for you,Oh Allah let them all go free

Let them see the warmth of their homes again

This time I can promise you, I won’t let the lust of the world kill my heart

This time from your conditions, my thoughts from it, will never be far apar

tAnd your torturers..those torturers

For them I praythat their hands are stilled forever.I pray every single day

For the men in orange jumpsuits

via men in orange.

It’s Time Folks…

Bismillahir Rahmanir Raheem
It’s time to say jazakumullahu khairan- May Allah reward you all well, for being so supportive and ready with good advice. As I stated before, I may not reply to everyone but it certainly is heeded and humbled me ( I hope!). It’s been just past a month since this blog kicked off and what can I say? In a world,where it’s so easy to think everything’s shot to hell and everyone’s dancing to the tune of western media that washes so many minds, there are Still people who are Pro- Deen and happily and humbly so. I learn from you.
May Allah grant you all your greatest desires and save you from what’s not good for you and grant us all death on Imaan.
I am a bit dry on ideas at the mo,so let me know which aspect of Darul Uloom life you want to read about? Or would you prefer the chronological order we have been following?
In the coming week, I will be putting up posts from blogs I enjoy,that caught my eye until I get time to write a post,should be around the 25th of May. InshaAllah
Much Appreciato,
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