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Romeesa-Chan:


Aisha was a kindergarten teacher at Marbury Elementary School in San Diego, California. Teaching a class of 27 crazy 5 year olds would seem like a crazy task to most people but to Aisha, it was one of the most rewarding careers ever. She loved kids. Actually, that’s probably an understatement. She had a huge, huge passion for kids because she herself had always been a kid at heart. She spoke their language, had their energy, and at recess, she could sometimes be found playing along with the kids. She could not wait to have her own.

In her mind, she would envision herself having a smooth pregnancy, painting her child’s room, getting everything ready, then raising her child to be a proud Muslim-giving him or her a proper Islamic education. She had no other aim for her child besides just growing up and serving Allah. But little did she know that her vision would remain a vision-just a colorful dream because her reality was completely unimagined.

Her daughter, whom her and her husband chose to name Duha, was born on September 16th, 2009 with a genetic disease known as ostogenesis imperfecta (OI), type III. It is a disease marked by collagen deficiency in which the bones are extremely fragile that even a small touch can cause a bone to break. Normal life expectancy is extremely short due to its severe nature. As soon as Duha was born, she had already broken several bones across her body; by the time she was seven months she already had a dozen healing fractures. Aisha and her husband, Tariq, were just baffled. She had no idea what to do. But she turned to Allah for help, because this was completely out of her hands and a huge test that she knew would need only dua and patience to survive.

Instead of her life being filled with the normal joys of raising a child, her life was filled with hospital visits with Duha screaming in pain due to another bone just breaking. Duha was in a wheel chair most of her childhood and even in school, every move had to be with extreme caution. For Aisha and Tariq, it was hospital bills here and bills there, nights full of sobbing and praying for this to magically to disappear, but through it all, just like any parents, they loved Duha and made sure that they plastered on a smile, covering thousands of tears behind.

Aisha’s love for Duha, however, never superceded her love for the Creator who made her in the first place. Duha was a gift from Allah; and the creator has greater right over his creation than the creation do over them selves. Countless night’s she would stay up in Qiyyam, begging Allah to heal her, to let her live longer, to give her more precious time with her Duha, but most of all just sabr(patience) to get through one day at a time. Duha lived to be 13, when she passed away from an especially fatal bone breakage incident. This time it was her ribs, which punctured her lungs, causing it to collapse and within minutes, she was gone. Inna lillahi wa inna alayhi rajioon (to Allah we belong and to Him we return).

As a normal mother who loses her child, there was the initial shock, then the pain, and then awhile later, there was acceptance. Over and over, Aisha would read this ayah as a reminder to not allow herself to become overwhelmed with the loss:

“The righteous (will be) amid gardens and fountains (of clear-flowing water). (Their greeting will be): “Enter ye here in peace and security.” And We shall remove from their hearts any lurking sense of injury: (they will be) brothers (joyfully) facing each other on thrones (of dignity). There no sense of fatigue shall touch them, nor shall they (ever) be asked to leave.” [15:45-48]

…The loss was not permanent. The last hospital visit with her Duha was not the last. It was not over. It was not the end. Even though Allah did remove this gift, it was only a temporary distance and in the akhirah insh’Allah she would be able to reunite with her daughter in a place where there would be no disease, no illness, no pain. Can you imagine? Duha standing at the gates of Jannah, calling her mommy in, her daddy in, being able to run without worrying about her bones breaking at any second, being able to walk without a wheelchair, being able to smile without any trace of pain behind it.

The reward for patience, the reward for the righteous, the reward for the believers is always worth fighting for, no matter how much pain it takes, no matter how many tears it takes.

And to Allah belong all things good and pure.

~ source

Locke Lamora:
A very beautiful and pertinent (to me) story...

Romeesa-Chan:
“And He is the Forgiving, the Loving,” [85:14]


Maryam immigrated with her parents from Kuwait to the States when she was about 10 years old to start a new life, leaving everything she had known behind. Since her childhood, she had noticed an empty hole inside of her, something missing from her life that she was in an avid search to complete: Love.

Everyone has an innate desire to be loved and from when we are a child, the first people that wrap us in the love, in comfort, and compassion is our parents. They nurture us, feed us, and though Allah’srahma(mercy) they love us. Maryam had always struggled to find this love first with those that were closest to her-her family. Her mom was suffering from depression- she had just left all her family behind and adjusting to a new world was not an easy task. She had never felt the love of a father, who though he was a Muslim-was an alcoholic and devoted all his time to the bottles that were stacked high in the pantry. Often, she would walk into the house with the stench of alcohol consuming her and she already knew that the night would be filled with drunken yelling and beatings.

Instead of her early life being filled with vacations and bubble baths, colorful toys and walks through the park-her life was an endless roller coaster of abuse, neglect, stress and at the end of the day she just always wanted the natural desire, the natural need of a parent’s love. But her search for love ended when she drew closer and closer to Allah.

For any normal human being, a brutal past filled with abuse and neglect can drive a person insane, leaving a psychological impact. Some resort to drugs or alcohol to relieve the pain of their past or go searching for love through haram means whether it be through haram relationships or criminal incidents. But for Maryam, her past was a blessing in disguise because the search of love, that pain, that emptiness in her heart-led her to her Creator. Her refuge became Allah because that desperate desire for love and peace came from nothing other than the source of all Love and all Rahma (mercy).

Among Allah’s other attributes, Allah tells us in the Qur’an that…“…He is the Forgiving, theLoving,” [85:14]

Maryam knew that Allah was Al-Wadud (the most Loving). His love for the believer is stronger than a mother’s love for her child-who through Allah’s mercy bore her child for nine months in her womb- kind of like carrying a giant backpack on your stomach EVERYWHERE you go even to the bathroom. Her past was simply a test to see how strong her iman was. Her past was a constant reminder to her that this dunya isn’t all there is- because one day, she would inshaa’Allah be with Al-Wadud (the most Loving), Al-Rahman (the most Merciful), Al Ghafoor (the most Forgiving). This thought was enough to seep away all the sorrow and complete that internal emptiness that had been there since her childhood. Maryam’s connection with Allah, her love for Allah-was enough to get by through the bumps in the road because in the end, as long as her Creator loved her and was pleased- everyone that had hurt her never mattered.

All of us face difficulties in our life- though they may not be in the shape or form of Maryam’s hardship. We all have times where we become disappointed-whether it’s a friend that hurts us, or a crowd we don’t fit in, or any other time we feel alone or neglected, betrayed, or simply lost. Keep in mind through these times that everyone but Allah will ALWAYS disappoint you in some way or another. Don’t expect love from people to fill you up because it will never fill you forever. Only Al-Wadud’s love for the believer can fill that hole; only Allah’s love, mercy, and connection can provide peace.

And to Allah belong all things good and pure.

~same source as previous

Romeesa-Chan:
I guess it's been posted before but wanna share it again. :)

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Why do we read Quran, if we can’t understand a single Arabic word? This is a beautiful story:
 
An old American Muslim lived on a farm in the mountains of eastern Kentucky with his young grandson. Each morning Grandpa was up early sitting at the kitchen table reading his Quran. His grandson wanted to be just like him and tried to imitate him in every way he could.


One day the grandson asked, “Grandpa! I try to read the Quran just like you but I don’t understand it, and what I do understand I forget as soon as I close the book. What good does reading the Qur’an do?”


The Grandfather quietly turned from putting coal in the stove and replied, “Take this coal basket down to the river and bring me back a basket of water.”


The boy did as he was told, but all the water leaked out before he got back to the house. The grandfather laughed and said, “You’ll have to move a little faster next time,” and sent him back to the river with the basket to try again. This time the boy ran faster, but again the basket was empty before he returned home. Out of breath, he told his grandfather that it was impossible to carry water in a basket, and he went to get a bucket instead.


The old man said, “I don’t want a bucket of water; I want a basket of water. You’re just not trying hard enough,” and he went out the door to watch the boy try again.


At this point, the boy knew it was impossible, but he wanted to show his grandfather that even if he ran as fast as he could, the water would leak out before he got back to the house. The boy again dipped the basket into river and ran hard, but when he reached his grandfather the basket was again empty. Out of breath, he said, “See Grandpa, it’s useless!”


“So you think it is useless?” The old man said, “Look at the basket.”
The boy looked at the basket and for the first time realized that the basket was different. It had been transformed from a dirty old coal basket and was now clean, inside and out.


“Son, that’s what happens when you read the Qur’an. You might not understand or remember everything, but when you read it, you will be changed, inside and out. That is the work of Allah in our lives.”

silvercameron:
Law of Nature

One of the companions of the Prophet Muhammed (S.A.W) was very fond of this verse of the holy Quran. He used to recite it loudly and repeatedly wherever he went.

>A jewish woman who heard him once wanted to prove him wrong thus making him unpopular among his people. She thought of a plot against him.
She prepared some sweets and mixed them in poison and sent them to him as a present. When he recieved them, he went out of the city with them. On the way, he met two men who were returning home from a long journey. They appeared tired and hungry, so he though of doing them a good turn. He offered them the sweets and ofcourse he wasnt aware that they wee mixed with poison. No sooner had the two travellers taken the sweets they collapsed and died. The news of their death reached Madinah and the man was arrested. He was brought in front of the Judge and he related what had actually happened. the jewish woman who had mixed poison with the sweets was also brought to the court. she was stunned to see the two dead bodies of the travellers. They infact turned out to be her own two sons who had gone away for a journey.

She admitted her evil intentions to the Judge and all the people present. Alas, the poison she'd mixed withe sweets to kill the companion of the prophet (S.A.W) had killed her own two sons. <

It is a law of nature that whatever action we take in this world there's always a reaction. If we do good we stand to get a good reward, if we do bad we must expect a bad outcome ultimately. "As you sow, so shall you reap" goes the saying.

The Quran also guides us on this subject.
"if you do good, you do good to yourselves. (likewise) if you do evil, you do evil to yourselves".
{Quran: Chapter 17 Verse 7}

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