Source: The World of the Jinn: Invitation to Islam, Issue 4, January 1998 If a person does become possessed, then the name of Allah has to be used in expelling the Jinn. If we look at the practice of the Prophet SAW and his companions Raziallahu anhu, we find many duas (supplications) to exorcise the Jinn. All these duas invoke Allah to help the possessed person. How contrary this is to many modern-day exorcists. Many exorcists, Muslim and non-Muslim, often invoke the names of others besides Allah to exorcise the Jinn {whilst Christians invoke the name of Jesus, many Muslims invoke the name of pious Muslim saints! The rituals which are conducted by many Muslims are more akin to voodoo then the exorcism practiced by the Prophet and his companions!!}. When the Jinn does leave, these people believe that their way was successful. However, this is a ploy of the Jinn, as it knows that if it obeys the exorcist, then it has succeeded in making him worship others besides Allah i.e. commit shirk. The Jinn often returns when the exorcist leaves, as it knows that nothing except the words of Allah can stop it from oppressing others. It is not only humans which are possessed, but also animals, trees and other objects. By doing this, the evil Jinn hope to make people worship others besides Allah. The possession of idols is one way to do this. Not so long ago the world-wide phenomenon of Hindu idols drinking milk, shocked the world. From Bombay to London, Delhi to California, countless idols were lapping up milk. Ganesh the god, Hanuman the god and even Shiva lingam, the male private organ(!), all seemed to guzzle down the milk as if there was no tomorrow! Unfortunately people were taken in by this (including Muslims) and many flocked to feed (?) the Hindu gods. Anyone who knows about Jinn possession, will undoubtedly know that this is a classic attempt to make people commit shirk. And it worked, as many people started to worship these lifeless pieces of wood and marble. Anyone with half a brain would say to themselves, ‘why on earth does a god need to be fed?!! Surely if Ganesh, Hanuman or Shiva were divine then they wouldn’t need feeding?’ However, such common sense seemed to be lacking as the Jinns played havoc with these gullible people.

Woman’s Answer:

  How many women with MENOPAUSE does it take to change a light bulb?

 One! ONLY ONE!!!! And do you know WHY?

 Because no one else in this house knows HOW to change a light bulb! They don’t even know that the bulb is BURNED OUT!!

 They would sit in the dark for THREE DAYS before they figured it out. And, once they figured it out, they wouldn’t be able to find the #&%!* light bulbs despite the fact that they’ve been in the SAME CABINET for the past 17 YEARS!

 But if they did, by some miracle, actually find them, 2 DAYS LATER, the chair they dragged to stand on to change the STUPID light bulb would STILL BE IN THE SAME SPOT!!!!! AND UNDERNEATH IT WOULD BE THE WRAPPER THE FREAKING LIGHT BULBS CAME IN!!! BECAUSE NO ONE EVER PICKS UP OR CARRIES OUT THE GARBAGE!!!!

 IT’S A WONDER WE HAVEN’T ALL SUFFOCATED FROM THE PILES OF GARBAGE THAT ARE A FOOT DEEP THROUGHOUT THE ENTIRE HOUSE!! IT WOULD TAKE AN ARMY TO CLEAN THIS PLACE!

 AND DON’T EVEN GET ME STARTED ON WHO CHANGES THE TOILET PAPER ROLL !!

 I’m sorry. What was the question?

 

Yeah that sounds exactly like me !!! and here’s another one :   Anyone who has ever dressed a child will love this one!

Did you hear about the Texas teacher who was helping one of her kindergarten students put on his cowboy boots?

He asked for help and she could see why. Even with her pulling and him pushing, the little boots still didn’t want to go on. Finally, when the second boot was on, she had worked up a sweat. She almost cried when the little boy said, “Teacher, they’re on the wrong feet.”

 She looked and sure enough, they were. It wasn’t any easier pulling the boots off than it was putting them on. She managed to keep her cool as together they worked to get the boots back on – this time on the right feet.

 He then announced, “These aren’t my boots.”

 She bit her tongue rather than get right in his face and scream, “Why didn’t you say so?” like she wanted to. And, once again she struggled to help him pull the ill-fitting boots off his little feet.

 No sooner they got the boots off and he said, “They’re my brother’s boots. My Mom made me wear ‘em.”

 Now she didn’t know if she should laugh or cry. But, she mustered up the grace and courage she had left to wrestle the boots on his feet again.

 Helping him into his coat, she asked, “Now, where are your mittens?”

He said, “I stuffed ‘em in the toes of my boots.”

march 2002

I think the  toughtest trial that I had in our marriage was when I was carrying Eman five months.  I was diagnosed with a complication termed Placenta Previa.  Its the worst situation a pregnant mother can be in.  I had Bilal who was just 3yrs old,  Sawaab was barely 5-6 months old and already I had been admitted twice to the hospital due to excessive bleeding.

Bilal attended Nursery school in Mankool and we managed to keep Sawaab at Matilda’s house at Gold souk for the day. She obligded because she knew we had a difficult condition at our hands but … I was restless,  in agony. My precious little baby of 5 months was left at the mercy of someone we barely knew but surely trusted,  strange how that sounds !!

I remember while I was in the hospital, I worried and worried about Sawaab and Bilal endlessly. I was prescribed complete bed rest and occasionally when I’d stroll past the ward and briefly meet the other patients.  It would be a ritual to ask the new comer why they were there and what was wrong.  I met a pakistani female who had very high blood sugar and had lost a previous baby who was a still birth. These are times that we realize that the world is also full of couples who cant conceive inspite of their best efforts and treatment. This girl religiously followed her diet and probably had a sugar count more accurately monitored by herself than the nurses.

 Compared to her, I was a wreck. I’ve always been a junk food freak and never really concerned too much with my appearance or what that food did when processed inside me. Her heart fell off when I told her my medical condition and she quized why I was so bothered about the children at home and not at all worried about the life inside me. I remember telling her very promptly that the children outside were my responsibiity becos Allah swt had already got them in this world thru me, but the one inside was Allah swt’s problem.  If “HE’ willed, my feotus would survive and if it was in my best interest, he would’nt. My faith amazed her. At that point, it wasn’t really my faith, thinking back, I feel it was simply a maternal instinct  to be with her young ones.

 That time, was a time, I also understood, where my relatives and friends stood and what their limitations were. It took me many years to forgive them and perhaps one day, I might even forget it. But for now, it is still fresh.

Sam used to visit me briefly becoz he used to keep both my little precious darlings waiting ‘alone’ at the entrance of the hospital with only the security guard who would casually look after them.  He had made it very clear that babysitting was not his responsiblitiy which I completely agree with.

I urged the doctors to release me but they were very adamant that it would be a suicidal mission to let me go. I persisted but in vain.  The doctors know best and they knew that in my condition, resting was the best precaution. the damage was already done and all they could do was to keep me going till the baby was ready to come…. but I did’nt realize that … or perhaps I was in denial.  The idea was to keep me in the hospital till the baby arrived …. for 3 onths in the hospital !!!!! I missed the boys so much. I felt quilty. I felt anguish. I felt some how I was being punished. And most of all I felt helpless. I was caged and all those whom I cared for the most were suffering becoz of me. 

Finally the last straw, on the 5th day, early morning, sam arrived in the morning and as much as he did’nt want to tell me, he said that Sawaab was very sick .. I must have been sitting on hot lava. I protested with the doctors that I needed release.  The senior consultant came for round in the afternoon and when I told him my end of the story, although he was compassionate, and tried his best to convince me, then persuade me to stay back, finally he gave in but not before knocking some fear and sense in my head. He told me with a stern face in a voice I’ll never forget

“ If we let you go now, the next time ONLY your body will be coming back to us”

I remember feeling some amount of realization for the first time. He was serious ~ My condition was serious although I walked and talked and felt absolutely no pain.  My uterus was a time bomb. I had a previous scar  in my uterus and my placenta was edging it.  Only when we have fever, we seek medication. If we have a headache or some body part ache, a paracetemol, tylenol or panadol is all we look out for.  When we hear ‘Cancer’ we are terrified and seek urgent attention. My doctor had tried to convince me that I was making a mistake but I was a determined mother who had immense faith in Allah. No physician came before that faith, but the physician came after the faith.

I was asked to sign a form which stated clearly that my situation was explained and clarified and in the event that if anything should happen to me, the health officials would not be held responsible. Little did I know …. I was signing my suicide note……

What an ideal job !!

At 10:oo in the night, we returned from our meal from Karim’s. Definetly a walk was in order but lo and behold, a site, I may never forget !!

A small cabin for the ATM machine and a security guard was “guarding” it with his dreams in his sleep. Whats even more hilarious is the message on the screen ..  “pure as your dreams”.

(1) Fine: This is the word women use to end an argument when they are right and you need to shut up.

(2) Five Minutes: If she is getting dressed, this means a half an hour. Five minutes is only five minutes if you have just been given five more minutes to watch the game before helping around the house.

(3) Nothing: This is the calm before the storm. This means something, and you should be on your toes. Arguments that begin with nothing usually end in fine.

(4) Go Ahead: This is a dare, not permission. Don’t Do It!

(5) Loud Sigh: This is actually a word, but is a non-verbal statement often misunderstood by men. A loud sigh means she thinks you are an idiot and wonders why she is wasting her time standing here and arguing with you about nothing. (Refer back to # 3 for the meaning of nothing.)

(6) That’s Okay: This is one of the most dangerous statements a woman can make to a man. ‘That’s okay’ means she wants to think long and hard before deciding how and when you will pay for your mistake.

(7) Thanks: A woman is thanking you, do not question, or Faint. Just say you’re welcome. (I want to add in a clause here – This is true, unless she says ‘Thanks a lot’ – that is PURE sarcasm and she is not thanking you at all. DO NOT say ‘you’re welcome’. that will bring on a ‘whatever’).

(8) Whatever: Is a women’s way of saying a really bad word.

(9) Don’t worry about it, I got it: Another dangerous statement, meaning this is something that a woman has told a man to do several times, but is now doing it herself. This will later result in a man asking ‘What’s wrong?’ For the woman’s response refer to # 3.

The two week christmas holiday in Delhi was simply fantastic. We had a blast, visiting relatives, eating out all that chaat and all the nihari and kebaabs. The weather was super fantastic, coooooold and chilly.  We never saw the sun for the first few days and mornings seemed so dark even at 11:00 am. I loved it.

This year however, I decided to take photoshots of the typical look of Darya Gunj an area where my inlaws stay. I know a picture speaks a 1000 words so I’ll let my pics do the talking… 

with the boys at india gate.

Having baskin robbin in the chill..

with the boys at india gate.

Having baskin robbin in the chill..

So we flew down to Bombay from Cochin on 1st of December. High on expectation and full of apprehension, why ?? Then your obviously not an indian. I remember mentioning somewhere, Indian marriages are complex affairs of rituals and sensitivities.. Most people are simply waiting to see things fall apart, while others are sitting puffed up with nasty high demands.. Its weird how long forgotten stories surface and people are waiting to punch eachother in verbal bouts with those trivial issues which should have been long burried …..But these times are used to get even with the other parties.  Its true no matter which corner of India you go to … Its always the same story.

I enjoyed  Muj’s marriage completly. I loved being a part of it rather than being a mere spectator.

Muj is my nephew but in reality he has been like a buddy to me. I have never let these boys address me as a phuphi (aunt) and I have always kept the channel of communication open between us.  The first time I saw Muj was in 1987, he must have been 6, maybe 7. He was the quite one between Zao and him. But he held a special place in my heart which only grew stronger when we used to spend time, playing hide n seek or other such games in 7Bunglows. During my intial stay in Dubai, these two were the best part of staying in Dubai. It was fun playing in the evenings or biking with them and oh those “story telling” nights !! Gosh how zao always pestered me for one more story…. to think of it, that those little guys are old enough to get married and now have their own kids. How time flies. Time is merciless yet time is the best healer.

Coming back from my flash back, the mehendi at the girls house in Bandra was followed by mehendi at our end in Mira Road the next day.  It was a gala affair with lots of fun, food, photographs and of course dj music.

The Nikkah was in Bandra and I felt elated being in a Barat full of dhols and dancing youngsters. It was a different feeling of joy and excietment.  Nikkah was pronounced by my best friend’s Dad, who met me for the first time. I had prayed for Izzat in this marriage and Allah swt has blessed it in abundance. Alhamduallah. Dinner was lovely too and I had my fill of gol gappas and chaat …

It was lovely meeting a host of old friends, relatives, neighbours and at the same time, making new friendships.

Muj’s hotel room decoration was shared by me and a cousin sister. It was fun and really had a blast doing the novetal room.  

Walima, which is the dinner hosted by the boys end, to announce his marriage was on 7th December.

The groom looks at the bride for the first time after the nikkah ceremony.

A whole lot of Bari's here.

happiness does not get better than this.... sam and I.

11 years of bliss and joy. Sam and I

Phew ! Okay so we’re back. This year, the winter holidays are divided into 3 chunks, the first lag of the trip was kept for Kochin.  We stayed in humid Kochin for just two days and all the while I felt how Nano would have reacted had she known I was visiting her Cochin ! We loved Kochin. It was too short to be able to see all of the city but we did manage to see Fort Kochi, the chinese fishing net, the jewish church, vascodegama house and some more gorgeous places. Loved the feel of the old city. It felt so real and almost took me to how it must’ave been in the olden days  much before the gulf money started pouring in.

One thing I really enjoyed was being able to converse in the little tattered Malayalam that I knew.  I was surprised that people actually understood me inspite of my ridiculous grammer !! But Kaam chal gaya so thats what matters.

Sam had organized this super fantastic stay at Club Mahindra Lake Resort at Munnar. It was nearly 140 km away from Kochin.  A mountainous area close to the Border of Tamil Nadu, which is mainly for cultivation of tea.  The room itself was super gorgeous. We stayed in a superior cottage/Suite. It was completly self sufficient with a small kitchenete with all utencils, crockery, a fridge, and electric kettle, with a small dining table, the bathroom ran hot water, the television also played cartoons, the suite was one bedroom with a large lounge room and a spacious balcony that opened to the awesome views of the lake !! Was it a dream … oh no, I checked several times, to confirm that I WAS in reality. Most importantly the suite was  clean and smelled fresh. The service was excellent and all the staff were gladly helpful.

The tea gardens were breath taking ! It was so serene and heavenly. A complete change and absolutely something we desperately needed. Day temperature was moderate while the evening got really chilly. We dinned mostly at the Tea Room, which served fabulous buffet. In the short time, that we stayed there, nearly all the hosts and waiters took to the kids so quickly. The boys never tired playing on the giant chess board or the beautiful Tree house.  Its the kind of place where you can unwind, do some meaningful soul searching and just let time slide by …  Dont hurry this place, let it take its course. There is freshness in the air, there is beauty all around. There’s a reason why Kerela is known as God’s own country and I could see the reason why. They are blessed with the best landscapes, climate and soil. Anything grows here, anyone can find happiness in the little spaces and want to stay here forever. 

The last day, I spent just relaxing all day, while packing all evening. Sam took one of the famous ayurvedic Kerela massages. His eyes were red hot when he returned and surprisingly, he said, he thought it had slightly improved his eyesight !!!

Every angle of the hills gave us something so special to remember. The waterfalls, fresh water springs, the spice garden …. it was such a joy being there and somehow, it felt so sad having to bid farewell to such a lovely place.

Not being able to meet my closest friend was a real regret but I made up for it by talking to her on phone for nearly an hour. It really felt like we were little girls again and had tons of things to discuss and share. She was one of the best part of my childhood in Kuwait and how I missed not being able to meet her !!

Lifes like that.

Diamonds And Pearls

The following incident took place when Muhammed Ali’s daughters arrived at his home wearing clothes that are not modest. Here is the story as told in detail by one of his daughters:

When we finally arrived, the chauffer escorted my youngest sister, Laila, and me to my father’s suite. As usual, he was hiding behind the door waiting to scare us. We exchanged hugs and kisses as we could possibly give in one day. My father took a good look at us. Then he sent me down in his lap and said something I will never forget. He looked me straight in the eyes and said,

 ”Hana, everything that God made valuable in the world covered and hard to get to. Where do you find diamonds? Deep down in the ground, covered and protected. Where do you find pearls? Deep down at the bottom of the ocean, covered up and protected in a beautiful shell. Where do you find gold? Way down and in the mine, covered over with layers and layers of rock. You’ve got to work hard to get them.” He looked at me with serious eyes. “Your body is sacred. You’re far more precious than diamonds and pearls, and you should be covered too.”

An Analogy – A carrot, an egg and a cup of coffee… You may never look at a cup of coffee the same way again……..A young woman went to her mother and told her about her life and how things were so hard for her. She did not know how she was going to make it and wanted to give up. She was tired of fighting and struggling. It seemed as though just as one problem was solved, a new one arose. Her mother took her to the kitchen. She filled three pots with water and placed each on a high fire. Soon the pots came to a boil. In the first, she placed carrots, in the second she placed eggs, and in the last she placed ground coffee beans. She let them sit and boil, without saying a word. In about twenty minutes she turned off the burners. She fished the carrots out and placed them in a bowl. She pulled the eggs out and placed them in a bowl. Then she ladled the coffee out and placed it in a bowl. Turning to her daughter, she asked, “Tell me what you see.” Carrots, eggs, and coffee,” she replied. Her mother brought her closer and asked her to feel the carrots. She did, and noted that they were soft. The mother then asked the daughter to take the egg and break it. After pulling off the shell, she observed the hard boiled egg. Finally, the mother asked the daughter to sip the coffee. The daughter smiled as she tasted its rich aroma. The daughter then asked, “What does it mean, mother?” Her mother explained that each of these objects had faced the same adversity: boiling water. Each reacted differently. The carrot went in strong, hard, and unrelenting. However, after being subjected to the boiling water, it softened and became weak. The egg had been fragile. Its thin outer shell had protected its liquid interior, but after sitting through the boiling water, its inside became hardened. The ground coffee beans were unique, however. After they were in the boiling water, they had changed the water. Which are you?” she asked her daughter. “When adversity knocks on your door, how do you respond? Are you a carrot, an egg or a coffee bean?” Think of this: Which am I? Am I the carrot that seems strong, but with pain and adversity do I wilt and become soft and lose my strength? Am I the egg that starts with a malleable heart, but changes with the heat? Did I have a fluid spirit, … but after a death, a breakup, a financial hardship or some other trial, have I become hardened and stiff? Does my shell look the same, but on the inside am I bitter and tough with a stiff spirit and a hardened heart? Or am I like the coffee bean? The bean actually changes the hot water, the very circumstance that brings the pain. When the water gets hot, it releases the fragrance and flavor. If you are like the bean, when things are at their worst, you get better and change the situation around you. When the hour is the darkest and trials are their greatest, do you elevate yourself to another level? How do you handle adversity? Are you a carrot, an egg or a coffee bean? The happiest of people don’t necessarily have the best of everything; they just make the most of everything that comes along their way. The brightest future will always be based on a forgotten past; you can’t go forward in life until you let go of your past failures and heartaches. When you were born, you were crying and everyone around you was smiling. Live your life so at the end, you’re the one who is smiling and everyone around you is crying. You might want to send this message to those people who mean something to you; to those who have touched your life in one way or another; to those who make you smile when you really need it; to those who make you see the brighter side of things when you are really down; to those whose friendship you appreciate; to those who are so meaningful in your life. It’s easier to build a child than to repair an adult…When Allah swt wishes to test his children’s faith, He usually tests them with Children or wealth. Some how in most cases, money follows child issues. Imagine a couple who has two disabled children, or a couple who knows one of his child has already been living on grace period out of very chronic severe disease, the pain anguish and helplessness, is something, I cannot even fathom, let aside feel. Here are the two stories I had mentioned in the begining. Please pray for the children as much for the parents. They need all the prayers. http://allaccesspasstojack.blogspot.com/2009/11/god-is-good-even-when-breathing-is.html http://becca-boo-baby-boo.blogspot.com/ http://busiestmommyinamerica.blogspot.com/ These are no doubt special moms and dads and what makes them special is that inspite of being just like you and me, flesh bones and emotions, they had the choice of accepting defeat in adversity and giving up, yet they kept fighting .. taking each day at a time. Remarkable stories of real life heros ~ moms and dads, just like you and me.

Last night, I was surfing for some information on a certain something, one thing lead to another and somehow I reached a blog which really touched me.

 God gives us that which he knows we can handle .. .. but reading these stories left me speechless.  Often I have heard, that a marriage can barely make it out intact after death or trauma of a child and yet I am so glad and astonished at how these parents have stood their ground together thru such a tragedy. Remarkable and amazing ! Indeed their faith has kept them together.

I will leave the links in the end for all of you’ll, meanwhile here is a small yet very inspiring story :

children in all their innocence can sometimes say such remarkably true and adult like philosphical things. I had such a moment yesterday, when I was hanging the washed linen. Naturally Pepper and Keiki were keeping me company, when Bilal came over in the courtyard. After a few minutes of play time with Pepper, he said, astonished

“Hey Mama, look at this plant growing from that crack “

It didnt really drive my attention until he said

” Mama, so that proves, Life can grow from a single crack (in the floor too) isnt it ? “

I am dumbfounded. How true ! Although we discussed how the seeds from the bird feeder must have somehow blown into the crack, the gardener must’ave watered the nearby plants and ofcourse our friend the sun did his job and naturally mother nature did hers.

But on a more profound thought, It is true that every life is a miracle.

It does start from exactly such a state, a small crack and Mother nature at work.

No matter how slim the chances of survival, if Allah wills who can interviene ?  

On adifferent note. : Its a lesson for us, no matter how slim the chances of survival, one must take the plunge and believe in success.  how impossible it may seem for a plant to grow from that very tiny crack, but that did’nt stop it from growing … it believed … … …

My Dear Brothers and Sisters in Deen.

If you are searching for reliable Islamic sites, please check out this link, which will show you a huge list of excellent sites for authentic information and hadeeths about Islam.  Please remember, the internet is an excellent tool for us to do dawaa in, but there are also some very unhealthy elements who have fabricated information on certain websites to misguide us. May Allah protect us from these elements.

Please check out this site,

http://sites.google.com/site/esistersae/links-of-reliable-islamic-websites

Inshallah, forward these links to your friends and relatives too. The more the merrier and more jazza for us.

I am sure we all will benefit immensely from going thru these sites and applying the sunnahs in our lives. Inshallah.

I found this link in sister Sarah Asfur’s notes on facebook, one must give credit where credit is due. May Allah Bless her.

Salam Alai kum.

Naush 

 

 

 

Abu Huraira reported Allah’s Messenger (may peace be upon him) as saying: The BEST DAY on which the sun has risen is FRIDAY; on it Adam was created, on it he was made to enter Paradise, on it he. was expelled from it.

(Sahih Muslim Book #004, Hadith #1856)

Narrated Abu Huraira: Allah’s Messenger (p.b.u.h) talked about friday and said, “There is AN HOUR (opportune time) on friday and if a Muslim gets it while praying and asks something from Allah, then Allah will definitely meet his demand.” And he (the Prophet) pointed out the shortness of that time with his hands.

(Sahih Al Bukhari Book #13, Hadith #57)

Narrated Abu Huraira: Allah’s Messenger (p.b.u.h) said, “Any person who takes a BATH on friday like the bath of Janaba and then goes for the PRAYER (in the first hour i.e. early), it is as if he had sacrificed a camel (in Allah’s cause); and whoever goes in the second hour it is as if he had sacrificed a cow; and whoever goes in the third hour, then it is as if he had sacrificed a horned ram; and if one goes in the fourth hour, then it is as if he had sacrificed a hen; and whoever goes in the fifth hour then it is as if he had offered an egg. When the Imam comes out (i.e. starts delivering the Khutba), the ANGELS present themselves to listen to the Khutba.”

(Sahih Al Bukhari Book #13, Hadith #6)

Narrated Salman-Al-Farsi: The Prophet (p.b.u.h) said, “Whoever takes a bath on friday, purifies himself as much as he can, then uses his (hair) oil or perfumes himself with the scent of his house, then proceeds (for the Jumua prayer) and does NOT SEPARATE TWO PERSONS SITTING TOGETHER (in the mosque), then prays as much as (Allah has) written for him and then REMAINS SILENT WHILE the Imam is delivering the KHUTBA, his sins in-between the present and the last friday would be forgiven.”

(Sahih Al Bukhari Book #13, Hadith #8)

Narrated Abu Huraira: I heard Allah’s Messenger (p.b.u.h) saying, “We (Muslims) are the last (to come) but (will be) the foremost on the Day of Resurrection though the former nations were given the Holy Scriptures before us. And this was their day (friday) the celebration of which was made compulsory for them but they differed about it. So Allah gave us the guidance for it (friday) and all the other people are behind us in this respect: the Jews’ (holy day is) tomorrow (i.e. Saturday) and the Christians’ (is) the day after tomorrow (i.e. Sunday).”

(Sahih Al Bukhari Book #13, Hadith

a guy is supposed to be wearing his garment above his ankles, the tragedy is that a girl is doing that.. a person who smokes/drinks/dopes is supposed to be the coolest of the group, and the one who stops them form doing so is an orthodox/backward… a deceiver is considered smart and a honest is considered a fool… the person who makes fun of others is the stud of the group, and those who keep silent are the sad ones of the group… going to a movie/disco, one doesnt think of money..however when it comes to charity, a thought of becoming poor crosses our mind… when we go for drives/walks, we dont think of the distance… however when it comes to going for islamic talks/or for salaah we think its too far.. teasing other’s mothers/sisters is considered a part and parcel of life.. however considered haram/hated when some one does it to their own mothers/sisters… flirting with other people’s mother/sister is ok.. however when same thing is done by their mother/sister its haram.. we are humble with strangers..and equally arrogant with our loved ones… revealer of others secrets is considered a well wisher and an eye opener…however considered a betrayer of trust when being on the recieving end… the less clothes a girl wears the more ‘INN’/rich/famous/modest shes considered…however if she covers herself shes considered backward/immodest… the more girlfriends, a guy has, the more he becomes a source of admiration and inspiration and is like another nail in his board… a guy with a goatie/french/shaved is considered a dude however a guy with beard is considered a terrorist.. we sleep in an hour lecture on Islam however we see a 3 hours movie with time passing by… The Words of Allah , Most High: ” Verily, you will not guide everyone whom you love, but Allah guides whom He wills and He knows best those who Will guided” (Qur’an 28:56) ponder over some of these statements … you’ll be amazed.

A man is walking in a park when he gets to the psychic’s tent. Thinking this might be fun, he enters and sits down. - Looking at her crystal ball, she says “I see you have two children sir”. -Haha, that’s what you think, I have three kids. - Haha, that’s what you think.

The perfect man

5 secrets for the perfect relationship:

 You must find a man that makes you laugh a lot.

An independent man.

A man that is responsible and sincere.

 You must find a man that loves to make love.

And most important of all:

 You must find a way for these four men to never meet each other.

 

The new soldiers were having a lesson of “what to do if your parachute doesn’t open”. They were discussing about the emergency parachute, when one of them raised his hand and asked:

-Sir, if the first parachute doesn’t open, how much time do we have to open the emergency one?

The instructor looked him in the eye and said:

- The rest of your life.