Everyone knows the story of Prophet Adam (peace be upon him), and when i read it in the quran, i catch myself thinking 'If it was me, I wouldn't have done that, I wouldn't have eaten from the tree after Allah specifically told me not to.'
And then I realize how wrong I am. if I was in prophet Adam's place, I would have done the same thing. I would have eaten from the tree. because isn't the tree representing something haraam? Something Allah (s.w.t) clearly forbade. Life now is full of trees just like that. But instead of trees they are material things, they are temptations.
Arent hatred, malevolence, mistrust, dispondency, drinking alcohol, pre-marital relationships, adultery,murdering, gambling, backbiting, cheating, theft, oppression, telling lies,being arrogant, doubting Allah (s.w.t) and having too much pride all like trees Allah has forbidden us to eat from? And yet how many of us can truthfully say to ourselves that we have never tasted the fruit of at least one of these trees? There is a reason that the story of Prophet Adam (peace be upon him) is in the Quran. there is a reason it happened. And if we submit ourselves to the temptations of the world we might never taste the sweetness of paradise.
In surat Al Baqara-Ayat 30-39: "And recall when your Lord said to the Angels, I am about to place a vice-generate in the earth, they said, "will You place such who will spread disorder and shed blood'? And We praise You commending You and sanctify You; He told, 'I know what you know not'. And Allah the Exalted taught the names of all things to Adam. Then presenting all shines before the Angels said, "Tell the names of these, if you are truthful." They said 'Sanctity to You", We know nothing, but what You Taught us, no doubt, You alone are the Knower and the Wise. He "said, "O Adam tell them the names of all shines, when Adam had informed them of the names of all, He told, had I not told you that I know all the hidden things of the beavers and earth, and I know whatever you disclose and whatever you hide. And recall, when We ordered the angels to prostrate before Adam, then all prostrated save Iblis. He refused, boasted, and became disbeliever. And We said, "O Adam dwell you and your wife in this (paradise) and eat freely thereof where you will but do not approach this tree lest you become of the transgressors. Then Satan made them slip and got them out from the place where they lived, and We said, "get down, one of you is the enemy of the other and you have to stay in the earth and to make use of it for a time. Then Adam learnt certain words from his Lord so Allah accepted his penitence. Surely, He is the alone most Relenting, Merciful. We said, "you all get down from the paradise then if any guidance comes to you from Me, then who-so-ever followed My guidance, they have no fear nor any grieve. And those who disbelieve and shall belie My signs, they are the people of the hell, they have to live in it forever. "
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by my sweet friend QuickItGirl
The tree we will always remember
Waste of life
I've been feeling a little down lately, and so many things are coming my way. I don't know how to explain anything anymore, so the only thing I could do was write a poem:
What a waste
The way the calm air lifted me
Carried me along
Watched the lives
Of others
How they moved
How they fell
How they could get up
Dig themselves out of the hole they’re in
And stand tall
Once again
I kept track
Saw progress
But somewhere along the lines
He fell
Down hard
Crashed into
The dirt covered ground
And lay there
Gathering the sins
Purity shed
Like dead skin
Face darkened
Where there might have been light
I waited
For him to stand
Again
To get up
And proclaim
The beauty
Of life
Yet he remained
On the dust swept
Dirt engraved road
Thinking this was life
Thinking he was right
He didn’t know someone
Was watching
From a distance
Marking the moves
He made
Didn’t know
Why he wouldn’t
Laugh anymore
He never reached his hand out
For help
For someone to lift him up
Instead he took people’s hands
And dragged them in
Into the hole he’d dug himself
Audience around him
Thought he was so cool
Let it get to his head
Told him
So much
So many times
Islam was more
Rich
Valuable
But he didn’t listen
Wasted his life
Living a lie
Dwelling in the gap
Where Islam should have been
But now replaced by life
By amusement
When his soul deserved
More
He reached the top
Only to find
There was nothing there
But emptiness
And the hell of a life
People lived.
He watched movies
Listened
To music
When he could’ve used
A couple of prayers
To brush up those
Mountain-sized sins
I saw him
Fall deeper and deeper
Desperate for help
Yet somehow not managing to realize
That he had fallen
Entertained
By freedom
Mistook life
For the end
When it was only the beginning
My heart broke
Wanting to do something
To make him stop
Digging himself deeper
But everywhere I turned
I saw a dead end
A stop sign
Flashing in my face
I was trapped
I tried to reach out
Tell him to hold on
Tell him I could lift him up
But he refused
He was too far down
For me to reach
He continued to live
Lies
Sins
And thought it was
Perfection
Thought it was
The truth
Yet he had mistaken the truth for lies
And lies for the truth
He had given up Islam
For a life
Of amusement
And I shivered
Knowing what would come
Dark days
Fire of hell
Stared him in the face
What a waste
Of such a young life.
Corrupted minds
It's funny how people accept teen pregnancies, perverted minds, shows promoting sex, young children dating and inappropriate clothes just because it's "style"
It's funny how they refuse, reject a religion that teaches respect, purity, and truth.
I was talking to my friend yesterday and she brought up the topic of shows on T.V. she asked me if I watched the show "Sweet Life" and I said no, cuz i don't have cable. I asked her to tell me about it, and she did. This is how she explains it:
A girl becomes pregenant with a drummer from a band and when her parents find out they want to put the baby up for adoption or something. Later she finds out that that same drummer has made alot of girls pregenant and has a prostitute working for him. The girl also ends up having sex with her step brother.
By the time she's explained that my mouth is wide-open. The first question I ask her is " And your mom doesn't mind you watching something like this?!"
People, keep in mind that she's only 12 years old. 12!!
She answers me by saying " Oh she doesn't really care, like my aunt will call me and we'll be discussing the show for like an hour"
What? really? The mom doesn't care that her 12 year old daughter is watching a show full of sex, and prostitutes?
Wow. I mean the only thing i watch are the local channels which only have the really really cute cartoons teaching toddlers how to spell and read and write and add and subtract numbers.
And this isn't the first encounter I've had with one of my friends who can watch shows like that. i have friends who watch a show called 'Juno' with their families, and what is this sow about? basicaly teen pregenancies, perverted minds and sex.
All the shows seem to promote sex now, and the people who make the shows KNOW that adults aren't the only ones watching these. I mean all of a sudden it's like a show that doesn't have a slutty girl as a main character or doesn't have some type of dirty dancing or singing isn't a good show anymore!
And parents don't do anything to stop it! They watch these shows with their children.
And then when they're daughter gets pregenant when she's 16 they kick her out of the house or treat her badly. I mean what do you expect? It's like some parents are purposefully trying to corrupt their childrens mind.
that's why you don't seem to find pure, innocent children anymore. Everything around them seems to be promoting sex or style.
The clothing styles are made to reveal half of their body. And half the time, the girls wearing these clothes are no more than 10 years old! Believe me I've seen so many girls like that, I just think, why are the parents not doing anything to stop it?! I mean when i was 10 I ran around and played and played and played. i wasn't worried about what shirt would look cuter with these pants, or which pants made me look better! For God's sake I used to wear a pair of loose jeans any shirt i could find.
And now, the pressures of school has got everyone running around looking for a boyfriend, or girlfriend. It's just what made you cool. But why? And above that the parents don't care, that their children are 11 years old when they start dating. They think it's natural. NATURAL. They were like that when they were little so why not their children?
And then they complain why their children grow up so fast. They ask is there any way to stop the corruption of innocent minds?
The answer: Follow Islam.
Action hijabis and my fears
Why doesn't there seem to be action hijabis on google?! Why do al hijabis have to be posing. I've been googling hijabi w/hijab flying in the wind since forever. But there's nothing! Or a hijabi running or jumping or cleaning or playing or eating. Gosh darn it! I swear I'm gonna create my own line of hijabi actions and post it everywhere, it would make life so much easier! lol.
And you wonder why I care so much?
Here's my explanation:
Once upon a time, there was a girl named malekat (no that's not my real name! lol) who was on spring break. But OH NO! Alas her spring break was coming to an abrupt end. And she needed to clean her rooma nd get ready for school. But sadly she was too addicted to blogging, and so she didn't start cleaning right away. So she decided to make a post with a picture of a hijabi cleaning. But of course she didn't find one and cried and cried her heart out. Malekat had gone through ALL the trouble of turning on the computer, opening firefox, typing in google and searching for a hijabi cleaning only to find that no one thought it was even necessary to have a hijabi cleaning on google images. C'mon people~!!! This is the 21st century! Continuing my story: Then malekat had a genius idea! She said to herself "I'll take a picture of me in a hijab cleaning!!!!" and she started to smile and smile until suddenly her smile started to fade. She couldn't do that! She wasn't allowed to put her beautiful, astounding, amazing (all sarcasnm ;S) picture on the humongous (how do you spell that?) web world!! Oh darn. And that is the end of my thoughts right now, I am still debating what to do. I am off to tackle the scary monster of cleaning.How come litte children are scared of under the bed mosters or closet monsters or toilet monsters but not cleaning mosters? that is utter NON-sense, I am very scared of cleaning monsters!---------------------------------------------------------->>>>>>>>>
Which facelift? :S give me your opinion!
The title says it all! Which facelift should i put? the one i have now or this one:
Facelift #1
ORRRR...should I just put a picture like I've done before: ????
Facelift #2
Please please give me your opinion!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Happy Friday!
happy friday everyone! :) We got back from Jumuah like 3 hours ago but i didn't post sorry :( It feels good to post again! It was relly interesting yesterday, my mom, my dad and I had a discussion about prophets. We were talking about whether prophets made mistakes or not. i pointed out since they were people they were bound to make mistakes, but my dad thought I meant like 'sins' by saying mistakes, so he disagreed with me. But my mom and I pointed out that when Prophet Adam (peace be upon him) ate from the frobidden tree, he had made a mistake, and when Prophet Yunis left his people out of frustration, and got swallowed by the whale, was a mistake. Well eventually we reached the agreement that prophets, yes were people but of higher value, so therefore making their mistakes minor and unlike the sins of what people now make. so...with that said, do you agree or disagree about that?
In the backseat
I sat
In the car
Discussing
What they-as christians believed
They said
Christ died for their sins
That the only way to get people to convert
to convert
was to let them see the light
through the life they lived
I sat in the back seat
backseat
With a secret
Islam was the only truth.
But they didn't know that
Soothing thoughts
At night before I go to sleep, I think about my life. Like a dream, hazy memories flash back in my mind. I'm living in a blessing. Happiness and sorrow, join together. I have to remember that life is nothing but a test. A beautiful day with blossoming flowers and twittering birds. A mother to greet me joyfully when i wake. A strong father guiding me through life. taking me one step at a time. A brother I learn from. Experience. And love bind us together. that alone is a blessing I am granted. One that I cannot thank Allah enough for. Days pass by, hours. Sometimes being alive is enough to make me happy. Footsteps in Islam. One foot in front of the other, we learn to crawl, to walk, to talk, to grow, and with every day we spread the message of Islam. From Prophet Adam to a baby child born today. islam is like a torch. When a muslim falls he hands the torch to the next muslim. Islam is a flame of truth. yet unlike fire, it will never die down. Islam itself will never fall. The beauty of prayer, the tears and the paths. The choices, the soothing words. The quran recited puts me in awe. Imagine. These words were the exact same as the ones the Prophet Muhammad (sala Allahou alayhi wa salam) recited. Perfect. words. Speaking the truth. Guiding whomever will listen. Whomever will open his heart to perfection, to bliss, to the truth of man's existence. Every muslim child born knows Allah. is pure. And perfect. yet the beauty is not only in knowing Allah. But getting closer to Him. In actions. in words. In thoughts. Every second that passes happens with Allah's permission. Every leaf that falls. Every breath we take in this world would not be possible, without Allah's powerful knowledge and consent.
Everyone is safe when they have Allah in their heart. It is a comfort to know that nothing will happen to you that Allah hasn't written. In Surah Baqarah verse 286:
Allah does not impose upon any soul a duty but to the extent of its ability; for it is (the benefit of) what it has earned and upon it (the evil of) what it has wrought: Our Lord! do not punish us if we forget or make a mistake; Our Lord! do not lay on us a burden as Thou didst lay on those before us, Our Lord do not impose upon us that which we have not the strength to bear; and pardon us and grant us protection and have mercy on us, Thou art our Patron, so help us against the unbelieving people.
Just knowing that gives those who believe in Allah comfort and ease. Whatever problems and hardships befall you, be assured that you CAN in fact handle it. Allah would never give a human something more that they can bear.
Surah 94
Al-InshirahIn the name of Allah, the Most Beneficent, the Most Merciful.
Have we not opened your breast,
and removed your burden
which had left you devoid of hope,
And exalted your fame?
Surely after hardship there is ease.
After hardship indeed there is ease.
So when you are free, work diligently
and turn your Lord with all your love.
With these thoughts in mind and soothing memories running through my mind, I lay down in.bed and fall asleep
Continue life
Another day at school. In the morning I walk in the hallway to my classes. The sun is shining down hard, enough to completely blind me. I can't see. But I can feel. I walk through so lonely. I know people are all around. yet it still feels lonely. Walking across the old blue lockers that no one uses anymore. Passing a class, and another until I reach mine. The same routine, do now's and work. over and over. The same people. Never changing. But somehow providing a shelter of security. Everyone takes the person they dislike for granted, but somehow life wouldn't be the same without them. The circle could never be complete with a part-no matter how unimportant- missing. How come I see so many things?... Pay attention to the smallest details of a person?. Read their expressions and sadness better than anyone? I get those e-mails and those forwarded texts that are always saying that atleast two people in this world are thinking of you right now. Atleast one person that would die to be with you. And that everyone loves you and if someone hates you it's because they want to be just like you. But it's not true. It isn't.
School ends and I am waiting outside for my dad to pick me up. Usually I walk but I was in no mood, so I wait. It's raining. And there are little puddles on the ground and the cars keep zooming past. Time ticks, keeps on going. And while I wait I go thorugh my contacts list in my cellphone. Name after name. And with every name an image pops into my head of that person, or a phrase they've said. Until I get to the name "Lisa". Instead of an image popping inot my head I slowly rewind through the conversation we've had a long time ago. I don't know why I remember it . Or how. But it's just sorta stuck there. I imagine her voice in my head and try to connect it to her posts. While I was sitting waiting for my dad to come, I wanted to text her or call or something. But i don't, and instead keep going over the rest of the names in my contacts. But my mind is elsewhere. I am thinking of all of you. I am trying to imagine QuickItGirl sitting in class or maybe at back home. I try to put all of her posts and words to a certain face. But I can't. I think of her as a far away sister. I imagine ModestJustice also in school, a wide range of thoughts running through her mind. I imagine a hardworking, beautiful girl. I think of ahsya at school. Donned in a beautiful hijab. A witty, fun, sarcastic kind of girl. Joking around with her friends. I think of muneera in college or maybe still at home sick. Enduring long, hard and boring classes. Yet acting cool and simply amazing. I think of scarlet adyant, a muslimah in Indonesia. And all my muslimah sisters in blogsphere. I wish I could somehow meet all of you and see life through your eyes. I wish I could be a real friend and just be there. i wish I could meet the 3 teen bloggers (QickItGirl, ModestJustice and ahsya) and know just how their life goes. And so I wouldn't be the lonely muslimah around here. My dad pulls up later, and I continue my life. Continue living, continue blogging and continue meeting muslimahs from around the world.
