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The Tongue of Gratitude

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Last Updated on Tuesday, 30 October 2018 16:33

Abu Qilaabah (rahimahullah) was an illustrious Taabi‘ee from Basrah who passed away in the year 104 A.H.

Imaam Awzaa‘ee (rahimahullah) narrates the following incident from ‘Abdullah bin Muhammad (rahimahullah), explaining the manner in which Abu Qilaabah (rahimahullah) passed away. ‘Abdullah bin Muhammad (rahimahullah) says:

I once went to the coast to engage in ‘ribaat’ (guarding the borders of the Islamic lands). At that time, I was posted to the border which was near the city of Arish (a city in Egypt). As I arrived at the coast, I came to an open plain in which a tent was pitched. In the tent, I found a man who had lost the use of both his hands and feet. Furthermore, he was hard of hearing and could barely see, and he did not have any servant to attend to him. However, his tongue was moving and saying:

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Uninfluenced by Others

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Last Updated on Saturday, 20 October 2018 15:55

There was once a man who intended travelling to a certain place for some work. However, his neighbours, for some reason, did not want him to leave home.

In order to achieve their goal and keep him at home, the neighbours went to his wife and attempted to influence her saying, “How can you allow him to leave you and travel? He hasn’t even left any expenditure for you!”

The wife calmly replied, “Ever since I’ve known my husband, I’ve known him to be the means through which the food comes home – not the one who actually provides the food. The One who provides for me is my Rabb, Allah Ta‘ala. If my husband, who is only the means of the food coming home, is not here, then Allah Ta‘ala who provides the food is still here to provide for me (and He can send it home through some other means).

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Struggling to Success​

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Last Updated on Wednesday, 17 October 2018 15:02

A little boy was once playing in the garden when he noticed a cocoon hanging from the branch of a tree. As he watched, he was surprised to see a tiny hole appear in the wall of the cocoon. After some time, he noticed that there was something inside, struggling to make its way out. Slowly, with great effort and much struggling, it pushed at the hole, until part of its body had emerged. At that point, the little boy realised, with great delight, that it was a butterfly!

Eager to assist the struggling butterfly, he ran home, entered the kitchen, found a pair of scissors, and raced back to the cocoon, cutting at the hole until he had enlarged it sufficiently. Now that the hole was bigger, the butterfly emerged with ease, tumbling out of the cocoon onto a branch below. However, there was something wrong with the butterfly.

Its wings were shrivelled, while its body was engorged and swollen. The butterfly was unable to fly and remained where it was, weak and frail.

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A ‘Makeover’ for my Imaan

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Last Updated on Wednesday, 17 October 2018 15:01

Assalaamu ‘alaikum

I am thirty years old, and for the last ten years, I have been chasing the world and developing my career as a makeup artist. Alhamdulillah, I have now changed my life and would like to share my story so that others may be inspired. ‎

At the age of twenty, I qualified as a makeup artist. I was exceptionally talented and was ready to take the world by storm! My first ‘big break’ as a makeup artist was when I worked on the Jay Sean concert during his trip to South Africa. From there, things got better and better, until I opened my own makeup studio.

I was married at the age of twenty two, and had my son at twenty four, but I was still focused on my career. I was consumed by my work and was completely caught up in the dunya. I would tell people, “I want my son to become a haafiz of the Quraan.” Not once did I think, “How will my son become a haafiz when his mother is so consumed by dunya and fame?”

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My Journey into the Unknown

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Last Updated on Wednesday, 17 October 2018 15:00

All praise is due to Allah Ta‘ala, the Most Gracious, the Most Merciful

Blessings and salutations upon our beloved Nabi Muhammad (sallallahu ‘alaihi wasallam)

Bismillahir Rahmaanir Raheem

I was born into a mixed-parentage family. My father was a Buddhist Chinese and my mother is a Hindu. They both practiced different faiths. I grew up worshipping idols and visiting temples, so I never felt odd or weird about the rituals. Because I was born in a Muslim country, Islam was not foreign to me.

I was seventeen when I started asking questions about my religion. Prayers and rituals did not make sense anymore. I then started seeking the religion that made the most sense. An invitation came for me to visit a church and attend a sermon. I did attend, but still felt that it wasn’t for me.

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