For My Future Husband...

Ya Habiby...thats how i will call u
Where ever u are, i know the wind will convey this letter to u...


Ya Habiby...
I don't wanna be your girlfriend or your thing on the side,
I wanna be the one you call your wife 
Your presence alone brings me happiness, 
You are truly my halaal prince charming,
Riding on the horse of taqwa,
Holding the qur'an on your right and sunnah on your left,
And giving glad tidings to the strangers♥


Ya Habiby...
Im not telling that im perfect one with pure heart,
Im not telling that im a perfect muslimah like Maryam,
Im not telling that im a strong one like Khadijah,
Im not telling that im much charming like Aisyah,
Nor im telling that im a caring girl like Fatimah,


Ya Habiby...
When u ll see me 1st time please dont judge me wrong,
by my hijab,
by my proper covering body,
by my way of talk,
by my appearance...
Remember...thats all just cover...
I may have to much dark heart which need to cleaned by your help,
I may have to much bad habbit which need to fixed by your guide,
I may have to much bad think which need to be straightened by your akhlak...
But i think u can keep from me...I want to be a better muslimah...


Ya Habiby...
Be strong with everything which may tempting u when im not with u yet...
Be istiqamah to practicing Islam in every part of ur life...

Ya Habiby...
I hope u always take care of ur self there 
I hope u always take care of ur deen and ur fard ibadah...
As im always trying to keep that here also even that much hard...


Ya Habiby...
Be brave n sabar to waiting the time when we ll meet...
The time when ALLAH will bring all happiness become ours...
The time when our half deen will be completed each other...


Ya Habiby...
Im always waiting for u here...

Death...

It was early in the morning at four, 

When death knocked upon a bedroom door,

Who is there? the sleeping one cried.

I'm Malak al-Maut, let me inside.

At once, the man began to shiver, 

As one sweating in deadly fever,
He shouted to his sleeping wife, 
don't let him take away my life.

Please go away,O Angel of Death!

Leave me alone,I'm not ready yet.

My family on me depends,  

Give me a chance,O please prepense!

The angel knocked again and again,

Friend! I'll take your life without a pain,

This your soul Allah requires,

I come not with my own desire.

Bewildered, the man began to cry,

 O Angel I'm so afraid to die,
I'll give you gold and be your slave,
Don't send me to the unlit grave.

Let me in, O Friend! The Angel said,

 Open the door, get up from your bed,

 If you do not allow me in,

 I will walk through it, like a jinn.

The man held a gun in his right hand, 

Ready to defy the Angel's stand. 

I'll point my gun, towards your head, 

You dare come in, I'll shoot you dead. 

By now the Angel was in the room,

 Saying, O Friend! prepare for you doom. 
Foolish man, Angels never die, 
Put down your gun and do not sigh.

Why are you afraid! 

Tell me O man, To die according to Allah's plan?

 Come smile at me, do not be grim, 

Be Happy to return to Him. 

O Angel! I bow my head in shame, 

I had no time to take Allah's Name.

 From morning till dusk,I made my wealth, 

Not even caring for my health.

 Allah's command I never obeyed, 

Nor five times a day I ever prayed. 

A Ramadan came and a Ramadan went, 

But no time had I to repent. 

The Hajj was already FARD on me,

 But I would not part with my money. 

All charities I did ignore, 

Taking usury more and more. 

Sometimes I sipped my favourite wine, 

With flirting women I sat to dine. 

O Angel! I appeal to you, 

Spare my life for a year or two. 
The Laws of Quran I will obey
 I'll begin SALAT this very day. 
My Fast and Hajj, I will complete,
 And keep away from self conceit.
 I will refrain from usury, 
And give all my wealth to charity, 
Wine and wenches I will detest, 
Allah's oneness I will attest. 

We Angels do what Allah demands,

 We cannot go against His commands. 

Death is ordained for everyone, 

Father, mother, daughter or son.

I'm afraid this moment is your last, 

Now be reminded, of your past, 

I do understand your fears, 

But it is now too late for tears.

You lived in this world,two score and more,

 Never did you, your people adore. 
Your parents, you did not obey,
 Hungry beggars, you turned away. 
Your two ill-gotten, female offspring,
 In night-clubs, for livelihood they sing.
Instead of making more Muslims, 
You made your children non-Muslims.
You ignored the Mua'dhin Adhaan, 
Nor did you read the Holy Quran.
Breaking promises all your life, 
Backbiting friends, and causing strife.

From hoarded goods, great profits you made, 
And your poor workers, you underpaid.
Horses and cards were your leisure,
 Money-making was your pleasure.
You ate vitamins and grew more fat,
 With the very sick, you never sat.
A pint of blood you never gave, 
Which could a little baby save.
O Human, you have done enough wrong, 
You bought good properties for a song.
When the farmers appealed to you, 
You did not have mercy, tis true. 

Paradise for you? I cannot tell,  

Undoubtedly you will dwell in hell. 

There is no time for you to repent, 

I'll take your soul for which I am sent. 

The ending however, is very sad,

Eventually the man became mad

With a cry, he jumped out of bed,

 And suddenly, he fell down dead.

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O Reader! Take moral from here,
you never know, your end may be near

change your living and make amends For heaven, on your deeds depends.

If this poem inspires you, it can help someone too...

Forgive me ALLAH...

Forgive me Allah
For the wrongs I have done
For anger I shouldn’t have
Against anyone

I know I’m weak Allah
But I love You, I really do
And in spite of my weakness
I know You love me too

Forgive me for not reading
Forgive us for not practising
Forgive us for not implementing Your eternal Words
While society at large suffer
From the ommission of our submission

Oh Allah let us come to the understanding
Only with Your Deen can humanity Prevail
And me for the times that I stray
Forgive me for being too tired
When I don’t take the time to pray
While my Ummah lay in shame
With ignorance i forget your way

Give me the strength, Oh Allah!
To do what I should each day
Let Your love shine through me
So others will follow Your way

Even though I’ve failed You Allah
I know You’ll forgive me
And this I promise Lord
A better Muslim I will be

For Your presence is in me
Filling my heart with Your love
And I have Your reassurance
You’re guiding us from above

I love You Allah, and thank You
For the limitless blessings You bestow
I must tell others about You
So Your goodness they too, will know
Forgive me Ya Allah
Forgive and Guide this Ummah.
Victory is Promised by You
Make us worthy of it Ya Allah...

Open Your Heart...

Why did u keep ur burden inside u when u have ALLAH to tell it to?

Why did u fear everyone might hate u when u have ALLAH who understands u?

Why did u fill ur heart with pain and anguish when u have ALLAH to fill it with eternal bliss?

Why did u choose to settle in turbulence when there’s ALLAH pure love that speak of peace?

Open ur heart, Let ALLAH wash away the hurt,

Embrace the greatest love ALLAH, alone could give u.

Pray to ALLAH for ALLAH listens to all prayers, 

Believe in ALLAH alone and not the deceiving others,

Do wat ALLAH says for ALLAH is ur mentor,

Love ALLAH truly and not the impostor...

When u are in a battle unarmed, let ALLAH love be ur sword, 

When u feel cold, let ALLAH love warm u, 

When u stumble and fall, let ALLAH love catch u.

When u have no more food to eat, let ALLAH love fill ur tummy, 

When u can no longer breathe, let ALLAH love be ur air,

When u have no more to drink, let ALLAH love be ur water...

Dua (1)...

O my Lord ! Truly I am in need of whatever good You bestow on me

Rabbi innee limaa anzalta ilayya min khayrin faqeer

[ Surah Al-Qasas ,verse 24 ]

This dua was made by Prophet Musa(peace be upon him) Allah [subhanahu wa taála] blessed him with everything that he needed when he made this dua.

This dua was made by Musa [may peace and blessings of Allah be upon him ] , when he was threatened by the people of firaun..and he did not have any place to hide , and was at his extreme desperation ..just after reciting this dua , Hazrat Musa [may peace and blessings of Allah be upon him ] saw two beautiful girls..he helped the girls water the sheep..and later their father offered him a job and his daughter too in marriage.

 "Our Lord! give us spouse and children who will be the joy( and the comfort ) of our eyes, and guide us to be models of righteous (make us Leader of God-concious people). " (Qur'an 25:74)

" Please recite these duas from Quran for correct pronunciation "

“Allaah has already written the names of your spouses for you. What you need to work on is your relationship with Allaah. He will send her/him to you when you’re ready. It is only a matter of time.”
— Sheikh Mamdouh

Path To Paradise...

Read till the end, Its very touching This made my eyes wet !!!

QUOTE

Every Friday afternoon, after the Jumma prayers, the Imam and his eleven year old son would go out into their town and hand out "PATH TO PARADISE" and other Islamic literature.

This particular and fortunate Friday afternoon, as the time came for the Imam and his son to go to the streets with their booklets, it was very cold outside, as well as pouring rain.

The boy bundled up in his warmest and driest clothes and said, 'OK, dad, I'm ready!'

His dad asked, 'Ready for what' 'Dad, it's time we go out and distribute these Islamic books.'

Dad responds, 'Son, it's very cold outside and it's pouring rain.'

The boy gives his dad a surprised look, asking, 'But Dad, aren't people still going to hell, even though it's raining?'

Dad answers, 'Son, I am not going out in this weather.'

Despondently, the boy asks, 'Dad, can I go Please'

His father hesitated for a moment then said, 'Son, you can go. Here are the booklets. Be careful son.'

'Thanks, Dad!'

And with that, he was off and out into the rain. This eleven year old boy walked the streets of the town going door to door and handing everybody he met in the street a pamphlet or a booklet.

After two hours of walking in the rain, he was soaking, bone-chilled wet and down to his VERY LAST BOOKLET. He stopped on a corner and looked for someone to hand a booklet to, but the streets were totally deserted.

Then he turned toward the first home he saw and started up the sidewalk to the front door and rang the door bell. He rang the bell, but nobody answered..

He rang it again and again, but still no one answered. He waited but still no answer.

Finally, he turned to leave, but something stopped him.

Again, he turned to the door and rang the bell and knocked loudly on the door with his fist. He waited, something holding him there on the front porch!

He rang again and this time the door slowly opened.

Standing in the doorway was a very sad-looking elderly lady. She softly asked, 'What can I do for you, son?' With radiant eyes and a smile that lit up her world, this little boy said, 'Ma'am, I'm sorry if I disturbed you, but I just want to tell you that ALLAH REALLY LOVES AND CARES FOR YOU and I came to give you my very last booklet which will tell you all about God, the real purpose of creation, and how to achieve His pleasure.'

With that, he handed her his last booklet and turned to leave.

She called to him as he departed. 'Thank you, son! And God Bless You!'

Next week on Friday afternoon after Jumma prayers, the Imam was giving some lectures. As he concludes the lectures, he asked, 'Does anybody have questions or want to say anything?'

Slowly, in the back row among the ladies, an elderly lady's voice was heard over the speaker.

'No one in this gathering knows me. I've never been here before. You see, before last Friday I was not a Muslim, and thought I could be. My husband died few years ago, leaving me totally alone in this world.. Last Friday, being a particularly cold and rainy day, i was contemplating suicide as i had no hope left.

So I took a rope and a chair and ascended the stairway into the attic of my home.. I fastened the rope securely to a rafter in the roof then stood on the chair and fastened the other end of the rope around my neck. Standing on that chair, so lonely and broken-hearted I was about to leap off, when suddenly the loud ringing of my doorbell downstairs startled me. I thought, I'll wait a minute, and whoever it is will go away.

I waited and waited, but the ringing doorbell seemed to get louder and more insistent, and then the person ringing also started knocking loudly....

I thought to myself again, 'Who on earth could this be? Nobody ever rings my bell or comes to see me.' I loosened the rope from my neck and started for the front door, all the while the bell rang louder and louder.

When I opened the door and looked I could hardly believe my eyes, for there on my front porch was the most radiant and angelic little boy I had ever seen in my life. His SMILE, oh, I could never describe it to you! The words that came from his mouth caused my heart that had long been dead TO LEAP TO LIFE as he exclaimed with a cherub-like voice, 'Ma'am, I just came to tell you that ALLAH REALLY LOVES AND CARES FOR YOU!'

Then he gave me this booklet, Path To Paradise that I now hold in my hand.

As the little angel disappeared back out into the cold and rain, I closed my door and read slowly every word of this book. Then I went up to my attic to get my rope and chair. I wouldn't be needing them any more.

You see? I am now a Happy Vicegerent of the One True God. Since the address of your congregation was stamped on the back of this booklet, I have come here to personally say THANK YOU to God's little angel who came just in the nick of time and by so doing, spared my soul from an eternity in hell.'

There was not a dry eye in the mosque. The shouts of TAKBIR...ALLAH AKBAR.. rented the air.

Imam-Dad descended from the pulpit to the front row where the little angel was seated....

He took his son in his arms and sobbed uncontrollably.

Probably no jama'at has had a more glorious moment, and probably this universe has never seen a father that was more filled with love and honor for his son... Except for One. This very one...

Blessed are your eyes for reading this message.

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Spread His Word, help Him and you'll see His hand in everything you do...

Q 5:3: This day I've perfected your religion for you, and completed my favor on you, and chose Islam for you as religion....

--
Al-Furqan Foundation

ALLAH Knows...

When you feel all alone in this world 

And there's nobody to count your tears 

Just remember, no matter where you are 

Allah knows 

Allah knows 

When you carrying a monster load 

And you wonder how far you can go 

With every step on that road that you take 

Allah knows 

Allah knows

CHORUS 

No matter what, inside or out 

There's one thing of which there's no doubt 

Allah knows 

Allah knows 

And whatever lies in the heavens and the earth 

Every star in this whole universe 

Allah knows 

Allah knows

When you find that special someone 

Feel your whole life has barely begun 

You can walk on the moon, shout it to everyone 

Allah knows 

Allah knows

When you gaze with love in your eyes 

Catch a glimpse of paradise 

And you see your child take the first breath of life 

Allah knows 

Allah knows

CHORUS

When you lose someone close to your heart 

See your whole world fall apart 

And you try to go on but it seems so hard 

Allah knows 

Allah knows

You see we all have a path to choose 

Through the valleys and hills we go 

With the ups and the downs, never fret never frown 

Allah knows 

Allah knows

CHORUS (x2)

BRIDGE: 

Every grain of sand, 

In every desert land, He knows. 

Every shade of palm, 

Every closed hand, He knows. 

Every sparkling tear, 

On every eyelash, He knows. 

Every thought I have, 

And every word I share, He knows. 

Allah knows.