Once, there was a very handsome, pious, well educated young man, whose parents compelled him to get married. They had seen so many marriage proposals, and he had turned them all down. The parents thought that, it was becoming a little ridiculous or suspected that he may have someone else in mind.
However every time the parents left the girl's house, the young man would always say:
'she is not the one for me'.
The young man only wanted a girl who was religious and practicing, however one evening his mother arranged for him, to meet a girl, who was religious, and practicing. On that evening, the young man, and girl, were left to talk, and ask each other questions. (As one would expect). The young man, being a gentleman that he was allowed, the lady to ask first.
The young girl asked the young man so many questions, she asked about his life, his education, his friends, his family, his habits, his hobbies, his lifestyle, his enjoyment, his pastime, his experiences, even his shoe size. The young man replied to all of her questions, politely, without tiring, and with a smile. The young girl took up nearly all of the time, over an hour, and felt bad, and asked the young man: "Do you have any questions for me?"
The young man said, "It's ok". I only have 3 questions.The young girl thought, "Wow, only 3 questions okay, shoot". The young man's first question was, "Whom do you love the most ?" She said, "This is an easy question; my mother", she replied and smiled.
Second question, he asked, "You said that you read a lot of Qur'an, could you tell me which surahs you know the meaning of?"
Hearing this she went red and embarrassed and said, I do not know the meaning of any yet, but I am hoping to learn few soon insha'allah. I've just been a bit busy.
The third question the young man asked was, "I have been approached for my hand in marriage, by girls that are more prettier than you, so why should I marry you?"
Hearing this the young girl was outraged, she stormed off to her parents with fury, and said I do not want to marry this man, he is insulting my beauty, and intelligence. And the young man and his parents, were once again, left without an agreement of marriage. This time, the young mans parents were really angry, and said what did you do to anger that girl, the family was so nice, pleasant, and they were religious like you wanted. "What did you ask the girl??" Tell us !
The young man said, "Firstly I asked her, whom do you love the most? she said, her mother."
The parents said "So, what is wrong with that??" The young man said, ''No one, is Muslim, until he loves Allah, and his/her messenger (saw) more than anyone else in the world. If a woman loves Allah and the Prophet (pbuh) more than anyone, she will love me and respect me, and stay faithful to me, because of that love, and fear for Allah (swt), and we can share this love, because this love is greater than lust for beauty".
The young man said, "Then I asked, you read a lot of Qur'an, can you tell me the meaning of any surah? And she said no, because I haven't had time yet. So I thought of that hadith
"The world is accursed - cursed is all that is in it, except for the dhikr of Allah and all that is related to it, or an alim, or a student."It is recorded in al-Jami as-Sagheer. She has lived 20 years by now and didn't had any time, to seek knowledge of Qur'an, How can I marry a woman, who does not know her rights, and responsibilities, and what will she teach my children, except how to be negligent, because the woman is the madrasa (school) and the best of teachers to her children.
"The third question I asked her was, that a lot of girls, more prettier than her, had approached me for marriage, so why should I choose you? Upon this, she stormed off, getting angry". The young man's parents said "That was a horrible thing to ask, why did you do ask that question, we are going back there to apologise". The young man said "I said this for a specific purpose, to test whether she could control her anger or not. The Prophet (saw) said 'do not get angry, do not get angry, do not get angry' when asked how to become pious; because anger is from Satan. If a woman cannot control her anger with a stranger she has just met,do you think she will be able to control it with her husband??"
ps: muhasabah diri ^^) -copied frm Productive Muslim-
... Her cheeks were worn and sunken, and her skin hugged her bones. That didn’t stop her because you could never catch her not reciting Qur’an. She was always vigil in her personal prayer room that our father had set up for her. Bowing, prostrating, raising her hands in prayer, was the way she was from dawn to sunset and back again; boredom was for other people.
As for me, I craved nothing more than fashion magazines and novels. I treated myself to videos until the trips to the rental place became my trademark. It’s a saying that when something becomes habit, people tend to distinguish you by it. I was negligent in my responsibilities and my salah was characterized by laziness.
One night, after a long three hours of watching, I turned the video off. The adhan rose softly in the quiet night. I slipped peacefully into my blanket.
Her voice called me from her prayer room....
“Yes? Would you like anything Noorah?”
With a sharp needle she popped my plans.
“Don’t sleep before you pray Fajr!”
“There’s still an hour before Fajr. That was only the first adhan,”
With those loving pinches of hers, she called me closer. She was like that even before the fierce sickness shook her spirit and shut her in bed.
“Hanan, can you come sit beside me.”
I could never refuse any of her requests; you could touch the purity and sincerity in her.
“Please sit here.”
“Alright, I’m sitting. What’s on your mind?”
With the sweetest mono voice she began reciting:
Every soul shall taste death and you will merely be repaid your earnings on the Day of Resurrection.
She stopped thoughtfully. Then she asked,
“Do you believe in death?”
“Of course I do,”
“Do you believe that you shall be responsible for whatever you do, regardless of how small or large?”
“I do, but Allah is Forgiving and Merciful, and I’ve got a long life waiting for me.”
“Stop it Hanan! Are you not afraid of death and its abruptness? Take a look at Hind. She was younger than you but she died in a car accident. Death is age-blind and your age could never be a measure of when you shall die.”
The darkness of the room filled my skin with fear.
“I’m scared of the dark and now you made me scared of death. How am I supposed to go to sleep now? Noorah, I thought you promised you’d go with us on vacation during the summer break.”
Her voice broke and her heart quivered.
“I might be going on a long trip this year Hanan, but somewhere else. All of our lives are in Allah’s hands and we all belong to Him.”
My eyes welled and the tears slipped down both cheeks. I pondered my sisters grizzly sickness. The doctors had informed my father in private that there was not much hope Noorah was going to outlive the disease. She wasn’t told, so I wondered who hinted to her. Or was it that she could sense the truth?
“What are you thinking about Hanan?”
Her voice was sharp.
“Do you think I am just saying this because I am sick? I hope not. In fact, I may live longer than people who are not sick. How long are you going to live Hanan? Perhaps twenty years? Maybe forty? Then what?”
Through the dark she reached for my hand and squeezed gently.
“There’s no difference between us; we’re all going to leave this world to live in Paradise or agonize in Hell. Listen to the words of Allah:
Anyone who is pushed away from the Fire and shown into Jannah will have triumphed.
I left my sister’s room dazed, her words ringing in my ears:
“May Allah guide you Hanan – don’t forget your prayer.”
I heard pounding on my door at eight o’clock in the morning. I don’t usually wake up at this time. There was crying and confusion.
O Allah, what happened?
Noorah’s condition became critical after Fajr; they took her to the hospital immediately.
Inna lillahi wa inna ilayhi raji’oon.
There wasn’t going to be any trips this summer. It was written that I would spend the summer at home.
It felt like an eternity had gone by when it was one o’clock in the afternoon. Mother phoned the hospital.
“Yes. You can come and see her now.”
Dad’s voice had changed, and mother could sense something had gone deathly wrong. We left immediately.
Where was that avenue I used to travel and thought was so short? Why was it so very long now? Where was the cherished crowd and traffic that would give me a chance to gaze left and right? Everyone, just move out of our way!
Mother was shaking her head in her hands crying as she made du’a for her Noorah. We arrived at the hospital’s main entrance. One man was moaning, while another was involved in an accident. A third man’s eyes were iced. You couldn’t tell if he was dead or alive.Noorah was in intensive care. We skipped stairs to her floor. The nurse approached us.
“Let me take you to her.”
As we walked down the aisles the nurse went on expressing how sweet of a girl Noorah was. She somewhat reassured Mother that Noorah’s condition had gotten better than what it was in the morning.
“Sorry. No more than one visitor at a time,”
the nurse said.
This was the intensive care unit. Past the flurry white robes, through the small window in the door, I caught my sister’s eyes. Mother was standing beside her. After about two minutes, mother came out unable to control her crying.
“You may enter and say salaam to her on the condition that you do not speak too long,”
they told me.
“Two minutes should be enough.”
“How are you Noorah? You were fine last night sister, what happened?”
We held hands; she squeezed harmlessly.
“Even now, alhamdulillah, I’m doing fine.”
“Alhamdulillah…but…your hands are so cold.”
I sat on her bedside and rested my fingers on her knee. She jerked it away.
“Sorry, did I hurt you?“
“No, it is just that I remembered Allah’s words.”
Waltafatul saaqu bil saaq (One leg will be wrapped to the other leg [in the death shroud]).
“Hanan pray for me. I may be meeting the first day of the Hereafter very soon. It’s a long journey and I haven’t prepared enough good deeds in my suitcase.”
A tear escaped my eye and ran down my cheek at her words. I cried and she joined me. The room blurred away and left us two sisters to cry together. Rivulets of tears splashed down on my sister’s palm, which I held with both hands. Dad was now becoming more worried about me. I’ve never cried like that before.
At home and upstairs in my room, I watched the sun pass away with a sorrowful day. Silence mingled in our corridors. One after another, my cousins came in my room. The visitors were many and all the voices from downstairs stirred together. Only one thing was clear at that point – Noorah had died!
I stopped distinguishing who came and who went. I couldn’t remember what they said. O Allah, where was I? What was going on? I couldn’t even cry anymore.
Later that week they told me what had happened. Dad had taken my hand to say goodbye to my sister for the last time. I had kissed Noorah’s head.
I remember only one thing while seeing her spread on that bed – the bed that she was going to die on. I remembered the verse she recited:
One leg will be wrapped to the other leg (in the death shroud).
And I knew too well the truth of the next verse:
The drive on that day will be to your Lord (Allah)!
I tiptoed into her prayer room that night. Staring at the quiet dressers and silenced mirrors, I treasured the person that had shared my mother’s stomach with me. Noorah was my twin sister.
I remembered who I had swapped sorrows with, who comforted my rainy days. I remembered who prayed for my guidance and who spent so many tears for many long nights telling me about death and accountability. May Allah save us all.
Tonight is Noorah’s first night that she shall spend in her tomb. O Allah, have mercy on her and illumine her grave. This was her Qur’an and her prayer mat. And this was the spring, rose-colored dress that she told me she would hide until she got married; the dress she wanted to keep just for her husband.
I remembered my sister and cried over all the days that I had lost. I prayed to Allah to have mercy on me, accept me and forgive me. I prayed to Allah to keep her firm in her grave as she always liked to mention in her supplications.
At that moment, I stopped. I asked myself what if it was I who had died. Where would I be moving on to? Fear pressed me and the tears began all over again.
“Allahu Akbar, Allahu Akbar…”
The first adhan rose softly from the masjid. It sounded so beautiful this time. I felt calm and relaxed as I repeated the mu’adhin’s call. I wrapped the shawl around my shoulders and stood to pray Fajr. I prayed as if it was my last prayer, a farewell prayer, just like Noorah had done yesterday. It had been her last Fajr.
Now, and insha Allah for the rest of my life, if I awake in the morning I do not count on being alive by evening, and in the evening I do not count on being alive by morning. We are all going on Noorah’s journey. What have we prepared for it?
selawat dan salam ke atas Junjungan Mulia Rasulullah SAW,keluarga Baginda serta para sahabat
Pernah nasihat atau tegur kawan-kawan anda yang tidak menutup aurat?
Jom kita tengok apakah alasan yang selalu digunakan wanita yang enggan menutup aurat apabila ditegur kesalahan mereka itu.
Dan apa jawapan yang mungkin sesuai untuk mereka.
1. Semua yang tutup aurat, kompom masuk syurga ke?
-Yang pasti, tak tutup aurat, kompom masuk neraka.
2. Tudung labuh pun macam baik sangat. Buat dosa jugak. Mengumpat orang.
-Bila Iblis tak mahu ikut perintah Allah untuk bersujud kepada Adam, dia menyalahkan perintah Allah itu. “Apahal pulak aku kena sujud, aku lebih baik dan mulia”. Samalah dengan tudung. Tudung pula yang disalahkan, ” pakai tudung tak mestinya baik..bla…bla…bla…”
3. Macamlah kau bagus sangat nak tegur aku. Kau dulu lagi jahat nak mampos.
-Tidak tersabit larangan dari Nabi untuk seseorang yang bahkan baru masuk Islam untuk pergi berdakwah kepada kaumnya. Maksudnya, dakwah itu tuntutan. Selagi kau Islam, dakwah tu wajib walaupun kau sendiri tak berapa betul. Sekurang-kurang dia insaf dan bertaubat sekarang.
4. Walau kami pakai seksi tapi hati kami baik.
-Adakah kau mendakwa diri kau mempunyai hati yang suci, iman yang tinggi dan kononnya ia sudah cukup menjamin maruah diri kau tanpa perlu menutup aurat?
5. Pakai jarang ke ketat ke, itu hak kami. Kalau tak suka jangan tengok.
-Adakah kau berani menjamin bahawa semua lelaki ajnabi mempunyai hati suci dan iman yang tinggi untuk menahan godaan syaitan serta nafsu yang membuak-buak?
6. Kami rasa apa yang kami pakai tak seksi. Terpulang kepada individu yang memandang kami.
-Seksi atau tidak, kau tetap berdosa walaupun hanya menayang sehelai rambut kau.
7. Walau kami tak bertudung, kami tetap sembahyang dan puasa.
-Apakah ibadat kau diterima? Kau yakin cuma dengan berpuasa sudah cukup untuk menjamin kau masuk syurga?
8. Sukahati kamilah nak pakai macam ni. Kami tak susahkan hidup orang lain.
-Kau sebenarnya dah susahkan bapa, abang, adik, suami serta orang lain dengan menarik mereka ke neraka bersama kau disebabkan mereka tidak menegur dan gagal mendidik kau.
9. Apa yang kami pakai, ini antara kami dengan Tuhan.
-Berani cakap di dunia, berani ke kau cakap macam tu depan Allah nanti? Lawan perintah Allah, Neraka tempatnya.
10. Kami pakai seksi macam ni, sebab ikut arahan photographer/pengarah filem untuk disesuaikan dalam scene. (ayat artis)
-Sanggup patuh arahan mereka daripada patuh suruhan Allah?
11. Bukan kami tak mahu menutup aurat, cuma masih belum sampai seru.
-Mati tidak mengenal usia. Tak takut ke mati dalam usia muda? Tak sempat nak bertaubat nanti.
12. Takkan nak buat perubahan secara drastik? Slow-slow la..
-Boleh ke cakap kat Malaikat Izrail nanti, tunggu kejap! Lepak la dulu. Jangan ambil lagi nyawa aku.
13. Tutup aurat tu bagus tapi kami tidak mahu hipokrit kerana tidak ikhlas melakukannya.
-Kalau begitu kau sebenarnya memang hipokrit kerana tidak ikhlas beragama Islam.
“Wahai wanita, setiap ciptaan tuhan yang berharga di dunia ini akan terlindung dan amat sukar untuk diperolehi. Di mana kamu boleh dapatkan permata? Tertanam jauh di perut bumi, tertudung dan dilindungi. Dimana kamu jumpa Mutiara? Terbenam jauh di dalam lautan, tertudung dan dilindungi oleh kulit kerang yang cantik. Di mana kamu cari emas? Terperosok di lapisan bumi tertudung dengan lapisan demi lapisan tanah dan batu. Tubuh kamu adalah suci malah lebih berharga daripada emas mahupun permata. Oleh itu kamu
juga perlu bertudung dan melindungi diri kamu.”
ps: hasil prkongsian drpd sahabt penulis.ayuh kte renung2kan.terpulang kpd anda sama ada anda setuju atau tak.yg penting,sama2 kta ambil pengajaran.bukanlah niat penulis utk menuding jari kpd sesiapa krn penulis juga manusia biasa yg byk khilafnya.wallahu'alam.jom sama2 muhasabah =)~
selawat dan salam ke atas Junjungan Mulia Rasulullah SAW,keluarga baginda serta para sahabat.
salam'alaik sahabat2,dah lame tak update blog ni.kemalasan melanda.sifat syaitan yg sukar ku kikis drpd diri ini.Astargfirullah.ada ketika diriku bersemangat utk menyampaikan(dakwah) dan ada ketika diriku hanyut dibawa arus.ada ketika ku sedar tanggungjawabku sbgai hambaNya namun ada ketika aku seakan2 lupa dan leka.Astargfirullah.Insyaallah di ruangan ni hanya lagu ini dapat ku kongsi =) lagu dendangan In Team,segenggam tabah.harap sahabat2 yg tidak bersemangat dan hampir berputus asa dlm apa jua ujian dan dugaan dapat jadikan lagu ni sebagai pendorong semngat :)
In Team Segenggam Tabah Bertali arus dugaan tiba Menakung sebak airmata
Namun tak pernah pun setitis
Gugur berderai di pipi
Tidak ditempah hidup sengsara
Suratan nasib yang melanda
Menongkah badai bergelora
Bagaikan camar pulang senja
Patah sayapnya tetap terbang jua
Sekadar secicip rezeki
Buat yang sedang rindu menanti
Segenggam tabah dipertahankan
Buat bekalan di perjalanan
Kau bebat luka yang berdarah
Kau balut hati yang calar
Telah tertulis suratan nasibmu
Derita buatmu ada hikmahnya
Terlukis senyum di bibir lesu
Tak siapa tahu hatimu
Biarpun keruh air di hulu
Mungkinkah jernih di muara
Biarpun jenuh hidup dipalu
Pasti bertemu tenangnya
p/s:khas buat adikku hasyimah.moga dirimu bersabar dgn apa yg berlaku.just remember,everything happens for a reason =)
Rasulullah SAW pernah bersabda : " setiap pagi sedekahkan al-fatihah kepada kedua ibu bapamu.. ( tak kira masih hidup atau telah tiada )" nescaya pintu rezekimu akan terbuka buat kamu...
Dari Abu Hurairah r.a katanya Nabi saw bersabda : "Perempuan itu dikahwini kerana 4 perkara,iaitu kerana hartanya,keturunannya, kecantikannya dan kerana agamanya,maka pilihlah kerana agamanya kelak engkau akan bahagia" (Hadis Riwayat Muttafaqun Alaih)