"The likeness of those who take Auliyâ' (protectors and helpers) other than Allâh is as the likeness of a spider, who builds (for itself) a house, but verily, the frailest (weakest) of houses is the spider's house; if they but knew.
Verily, Allâh knows what things they invoke instead of Him. He is the All-Mighty, the All-Wise.
And these similitudes We put forward for mankind, but none will understand them except those who have knowledge (of Allâh and His Signs, etc.).
(Allâh says to His Prophet Muhammad ): "Allâh (Alone) created the heavens and the earth with truth (and none shared Him in their creation)." Verily! Therein is surely a sign for those who believe.
Recite (O Muhammad ) what has been revealed to you of the Book (the Qur'ân), and perform As-Salât (IqamâtasSalât). Verily, As-Salât (the prayer) prevents from Al-Fahshâ'(i.e. great sins of every kind, unlawful sexual intercourse, etc.) and Al-Munkar (i.e. disbelief, polytheism, and every kind of evil wicked deed, etc.) and the remembering (praising, etc.) of (you by) Allâh (in front of the angels) is greater indeed [than your remembering (praising, etc.) Allâh in prayers, etc.]. And Allâh knows what you do. "
"And I know that I will do more than just pass through this life, I'll leave nothing less than something that says I was here, I was here, I was here."
Tuesday, December 21, 2010
She walks into the room with a book in her hand. The three of us look up with wry smiles. She makes herself comfortable on the bed as we contemplate what is to come.
Without further delay, she beckons the three of us to gather around, and listen. That's all she said: to listen.
The sweet sound of the recitation of the Qura'an fills the room. My mind is alerted, the words seem familiar, ofcourse, and I have to admit, somewhat new to the ears. All the same I listen.
She asks the tall, dangly, long haired teenager struggling with her thoughts, to read the translation aloud. She did not know what was to come would change the course of every one of her thoughts and answer all her questions. Without knowing any of this, she reads aloud the translation.
The words like always seemed to have an instant effect in the room. The four of us in the room feel instantly silent and tried to take it in. The words, they always have that magical effect of captivation, the power to bear towards them the readers and the listeners.
She paused and smiled before she spoke. "Jazakillah," She said quietly.
She took a deep breath and then continued. "What did Allah ta'la say in these ayahs? He said that people who worship anyone but him, are similar to the weakest web of the spiders who cannot hold themselves, who cannot hold on, and webs that will eventually have to break. Their world consists of the same fragility. It can break, anytime, anywhere, because they do not believe in his supremeness.
Now, when we take a look at our friends, don't we want affection, love and attention from them? It's the same thing with Allah ta'la. He's your best friend. The best you can ever have. He'll be there when no one is. And He watches everything. Every single thing you do.
We're in a stage in life where we're discovering ourselves. We have these million emotions bursting inside us. We have these million attractions all around us. A million things pulling us towards them. What we've got to do is control ourselves.
We tend to forget why we're in this world, don't we? What we've got to remember is the only purpose we're here is to live for Allah. To do what he wants us to do. In the end, how can we achieve paradise? It won't be presented to us on a silver platter, now will it? We've got to struggle for it, control ourselves, do what will lead us to paradise. Because this world? It's nothing but a temporary home. Nothing else. Just what we'll sow in here, we'll get up there.
In the end we'll be accountable. The ones who'll do good will get good. The ones who'll do bad will get bad. It's all simply laid out by Allah. There's no easy way around. Just constant struggle.
Right now, the world is a mess. The good and bad are tangled together. What you have got to do is take the end of the string of Good and pull it out of the mess. The path you have to follow.
We feel odd right now, don't we? Other people talk about fashion, they talk about celebrities, they talk about the 'hot' stuff. But we should be feeling odd. Why? Because we hold this in our hands." She raises the Qura'an a little and smiles, as if dramatically.
She continues, "How many chat room sites are there? How many online stuff which can misguide you? How many sources of media which can tell you things you're not supposed to know?
The only solution? Is for you to fear Allah. Because you'll be accountable to Him in the end, and no one else. He knows what you hear, what you see, what you type, what you send. Everything.
The bottom line? Is for you to fear Allah. Protect yourselves. And know, that the most sincere people right now are your family. They love you like no one else, so know their worth. At this stage of life, I realize every scolding I got brought me here to where I am.
I stress this, protect yourself. Because the pleasure of wrong doings will only last some minutes, and then later all you'll do is regret. But the struggle of good deeds will last only a few moments and the pleasure is eternal.
And I think we all know what we should choose." She smiles. She closes the Qura'an and says, "Don't go with what everyone is doing. You're a Muslim. Islam has given you a purpose to live. What time you've got is precious. And this, right here, is the perfect book of instructions. And we've got no excuses do we? There's only one legit copy of the Qura'an everyone reads. No different instructions for anyone, every one has the same thing to follow.
So my dear sisters, take what you're supposed to get. Don't go astray, leave your past, present and future, to Allah ta'la. It's the only success that's eternal."
She signals me to put the Qura'an back in its place atop the shelves. As I leave the room to place it where it belongs, I realize the greatness of what I hold. The truth that will last forever.
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