Newly learnt concept: Mu’akha

Tonight I learnt somethings about the Seerah which I had no idea about. This is the Mu’akha (I believe it means brotherhood or something alike), in which after the hijra, the Prophet (SAW) paired the muhajirun and the ansar. From my understanding, this is the second thing he did after building a masjid (i.e. before establishing his own home). They took this brotherhood so seriously that they were to inherit from another if one of them passed away (until Allah SWT revealed not to do this). They took this brotherhood so seriously that some of the ansar offered half of all of their wealth to their new brothers.

Something that brought tears to my eyes was when the muhajirun complained to the Prophet (SAW) about the ansar. The ansar were so generous and helpful that the muhajirun feared that they would take their rewards away from them. SubhanAllah, the complaint was not against them, rather the muhajirun were worried about their own good deeds. The complaint was in the way of a praise.

It made me think about when someone is extremely good to us, we often get suspicious and think that they may have an ulterior motive. And SubhanAllah, this is our weakness and something we need to change, as we shouldn’t suspect bad of people. BUT look at the worry they had, the level of imaan, I can’t comprehend. May Allah SWT be pleased with them all, and may He allow us to follow their path and the path of the Prophet (SAW). Ameen.

I often think about how amazing it would have been to live in those times, although extremely, extremely hard. Just to be in the presence of the Prophet (SAW) and to be of the sahabiyat. What an honour! However, Allah SWT in His infinite wisdom chose us to live in this century- and there is greatness in this, even if we may struggle to see it.

By the way, this is the YouTube series of Shaykh Yasir Qadhi, where he completes the entire Seerah (highly recommend!) And he mentions how there is a common misconception regarding the mu’akha. It is sometimes perceived that the mu’akha only lasted a short amount of time. However, it continued until the very end. He mentions that this is known due to the fact that the sahabah that were paired, their names are later mentioned together. And also at the fact that the later Muslims were also paired.

This shows us the importance of brotherhood and sisterhood in regards to the success of a community. He mentioned that it is a neglected Sunnah, and we should make an effort to revive it- particularly with our revert brothers and sisters.

I vividly thought about how this can be done within our community, and plan to brainstorm ideas about how we can implement this in our local masjid, even if it’s pairing younger sisters with older ones etc. inshaaAllah.

The prophet (SAW) said: “Whoever revives an aspect of my Sunnah that is forgotten after my death, he will have a reward equivalent to that of the people who follow him, without it detracting in the least from their reward.”

[Reported by al-Tirmidhi]

SubhanAllah, now that we know this is a sunnah, may Allah swt make it easy for us to revive it, whether it is within our home, school, workplace, masjid etc. So that we may be rewarded in the hereafter, ameen.

If you have any ideas on how this could be done within a masjid, or any other setting please feel free to share!

Tangents

Not everyone will be happy for you the way you may be happy for them.

We live in a day and age where we constantly tell people what we are doing. Not everyone wants the best for you. Jealousy and envy is real, even from people you would least expect.

I think that everyone should benefit off your kindness, however I feel that not everyone deserves to know certain bits of information about you. Not everyone will be happy for you, not everyone will appreciate that you told them a certain thing. I’m quite a private person, and wont talk about my personal life except with those whom I feel comfortable with, and even then, I limit what I tell them. It’s not because I don’t trust them, nor do I have anything to hide, but because there are things in my life which people will never understand.

I think one or two people (my sister and/or best friend) know that I blog and LOVE writing. They may have even forgotten because I told them so long ago and I never talk about it. It may sound silly, but I feel like people don’t deserve to know that I love writing. Truth is, all my life everyone but a very few have always put me down, underestimated me and never took me seriously when I said I want to do so and so. Maybe because everyone else is a talker not a doer, they’ve placed me in the same category. If people that knew me came across my blog, they would probably never guess it was me, despite the familiarity in my life experiences that I have shared.

I like staying somewhat anonymous on here, but one of my life goals is to write a book. And I don’t know how I feel about my name being over this non-anonymous book! Which may contain personal experiences, so much for being a private person! I just think I have something worth sharing (I may be wrong), and I just want to prove to myself that I can do this. 

On a completely unrelated side note! I am SO excited for Ramadan. And I think we should all try to make changes now instead of waiting, even though I can almost smell it, it’s that close! There is no guarantee that either of us will live to see Ramadan, or be in a healthy state. SubhanAllah. On that topic, I visited a friend today who is sick (although temporary), it made me think about how health can be taken away at any instant. Crazy isn’t it. One day we’re here, the next day we’re not.

Last week I got pretty sick with a cold, it’s winter now in Australia, so flu season is here. And I thought ‘wow, we don’t appreciate our health until it has declined’, even for those few days, simple tasks became difficult. And do we appreciate the beauty of health when we are better? How Great is Allah swt, we are ungrateful, yet He still feeds and clothes us, Alhamdulillah.

Back to my original post, not everything about you should be shared. Even those whom you think will support you, might not. In fact, they may even do the opposite by discouraging you to follow your dreams and passions. 

Speaking of passions; last night I met a sister who came here from overseas on a research visa. She came here to do her PhD funded by her university, in a career she doesn’t even want to pursue. She is 35 and is doing it because of the pressure of her parents. She told me about how her dream job is in children’s illustration. The way she spoke about the love she has for art was inspiring, yet sad at the same time. Life is too short to live it for people, even your parents. Live life in the pursuit of attaining Allah’s pleasure first, and then follow your passion no matter how difficult it may be. 

I have gone off on way too many tangents. I guess this is what happens when you’re still writing at almost 1 a.m. 

Summary 

1. Keep some things to yourself, not everyone deserves a piece of your life. 

2. Appreciate your health and everything else before it is taken away from you. And, don’t wait until Ramadan to make a change. Life is short. Death is unexpected. 

3. I am weird and have trust issues. 

4. Follow your dreams! As corny as it sounds, live life for you! 

As always, reminder to myself before anyone. 

Best of Planners

“What has reached you was never meant to miss you and what has missed you was never meant to reach you.” Prophet Muhammad (saw).

I’ve read this many times before, but yesterday when I read it I seriously internalised it. Maybe because I was having one of those days where I was just thinking everything over. Did I make the right decision when I did this, etc.

We always think ‘What if I had done xyz?’, ‘What if it turned out to be like this instead of that?’

SubhanAllah, Allah swt is the best of Planners. Yet, sometimes we question a situation forgetting that this is the decree of Allah swt. Allah is the One who created us, He knows us better than we know ourselves, He knows what is best for us. Yet we still wonder why things didn’t go the way we wanted them to. Where is the trust?

If you were never meant to marry a particular person, then be happy with it because that is what Allah swt decreed.

If you were never meant to have that job, be sure that that is what is best for you because indeed Allah is the best of planners.

What He has in store for us is better for us than what we want for ourselves. This is something we all forget.

 

 

Blessings of an iman low

Too often we forget where we came from. I don’t mean this to be physically, but emotionally, mentally, and spiritually. 

About a month or two ago now, I felt like my imaan was at a high Alhamdulillah. Although I didn’t consciously recognise this until later on. 

I saw sisters coming to the mosque and attending halaqahs and wondered why they didn’t pray, I didn’t understand it. Because I felt like it was such an easy thing to do. 

Then I realised I was being judgement. And that this is not my right. 

Soon after, I fell into an iman low. This dip lasted about a week to two weeks, and although it didn’t feel good at the time, I am grateful that it happened. 

This iman low made me realise how hard worship becomes when your heart isn’t there. And I knew what I had to do to bring it back up, but I physically could not bring myself to doing these things because of the hold shaytan had on me. And I hadn’t felt like that in quite sometime. I also knew why my iman dropped, and still, I continued to do these things. 

The reason my iman dropped was that I slacked in worship and seeking knowledge, and wasted my time watching TV and on social media. I knew that I had to stop these things, and instead pray more sunnah prayers, read more Qur’an, and spend my time in seeking knowledge of the deen. But I could not bring myself to stopping these bad habits. Nor could I bring myself to worship beyond the 5 daily prayers and reading a little bit of Qur’an. 

I soon realised that this was a great test from Allah swt. I had been confident in my Deen, and critical of others, forgetting where I was 2 years ago and how much I was struggling just to pray the fard. 

This test was so that I could humble myself, to be more critical of myself rather than being critical of others. And to keep taking those little steps in worship that make a big difference to my iman, such as sunnah prayers, thikr etc. And to always, always ask for guidance because it is not guaranteed. SubhanAllah. 

I don’t know about anyone else, but I often forget how low my iman used to be. How astray I was. And how much patience, perseverance, and struggle it took for my iman to increase. SubhanAllah. 

We often forget that everyone is on a different journey. We might have the same goal, but this person may have just started learning about their religion, and maybe their strive to pray the fard is a greater reward in the sight of Allah swt then someone else who is praying their fard and sunnah prayers and doing extra worship, which isn’t as much of a struggle for them.

Therefore, when we see someone doing less than what we would normally do, it’s not ok that we look down on that person or think any less of them. 

Even when I started attending the mosque regularly. I came across sisters who had been practicing for much, much longer than I have been. And I was surprised to see them wearing makeup, and being relaxed in other matters of the deen. And I didn’t understand it. But this iman low made me realise that maybe their struggle is greater, maybe their environment is a bigger test, and maybe their reward is greater for the seemingly ‘less’ that they are doing. 

Now I try to immediately correct myself when I realise that I might be judging someone. 

This is a reminder to myself first, because I seriously struggle with this. And when I feel that I’m judging someone, I remind myself of my ‘jahiliyyah’ days, even though I tried so hard to forget it. I guess it just gives me a humble reminder of where I was, and that guidance comes if Allah wills, and it goes if Allah wills. 

May ALLAH swt protect us from pride and arrogance. It truly is evil. It damages the heart in more ways than we can imagine. 

Your struggling sister in Islam ❤

Privacy 

“There’s this idea that if other people don’t know you’re doing something, it has no value,”

Wow, how true is this statement?!

Every time we are doing something, whether it’s going skydiving or sitting on the couch, we feel the need to inform our friends/family and even strangers via social media. And I know this because people sometimes post the most pointless things, including myself. Down to the point of having a cup of coffee, watching TV, reading a book, and even private conversations and moments with their other half. Isn’t a little freaky that people know our every move, our routine, the coffee we order, or our grandmothers name. Personally, I like to keep my Facebook and Snapchat quite private whereas I am a little more lenient with Instagram because I post a lot of Islamic reminders etc. To think that a lot of people have strangers on all social media outlets and post really personal moments, is a little weird when you think about it.

Can you imagine living in the early 1800’s (before technology took over) and making a conscious effort to tell all the people in your street what you ate for breakfast. I know times have changed! But when it’s put that way, it sounds quite strange. 

I think it’s great how technology has evolved, however, I’m not so sure that we’re making the best use out of it. And I think this is where the religious aspect comes in. Personally, I struggle with the amount of time I spend on social media. I am a social media addict, and I don’t even know why. I don’t post much, yet I seem to be wasting so much time on my phone, constantly scrolling through an endless feed. This is something I’m working on. I just think, the amount of time I spent on these apps, I could have potentially memorized some verses of the Qur’an, or even read it at the very least. I could have sought knowledge which would benefit me in both this world and my hereafter. 

We will be asked how we spent our time on the Day of Judgement. We will be asked if we sought Knowledge and what we did with that knowledge. We can definately use social media to build our akhira by seeking knowledge, posting reminders and things we’ve learnt. Are we doing this or are we using social media to destroy our akhira? 

I for one, love taking photos of things that I am doing. This is so I can look back at good memories (because my memory is shocking lately). But sometimes I think that we spend too much time trying to capture things with our phones, rather than taking in the moment. Something interesting I read:

“You’ll be less likely to remember things if you spend the whole time taking pictures, rather than taking it all in.”

Everything we do should be done in moderation. One of shaytans tactics is to make us waste time on things that are permissible. Let’s make a conscious effort to use our time wisely inshaaAllah. 

(Reminder to myself first)

Gratitude

I feel like we are so accustomed to looking at what we don’t have, rather than focusing on what we do have. This is a struggle I face almost on a daily basis, getting sad over things that I have not yet attained. And then I stop and remember the things I should be grateful for.

If only we instantly looked at those who are less fortunate than us like we are supposed to, instead of looking at those who have more and wanting what they have. I’m not a materialistic person, but sometimes there are things that I want that I feel would be great use if I had it. However, through the constant use of social media, we are bombarded with content (videos, images, statuses etc) of others’ lives that have or pretend to have fancy things. And our instinct is to want the same or similar thing.

This has created such a dangerous mindset. How to overcome it is the big question.

One of the things I learnt attending weekend Islamic courses, is that there are two elements to a happy life. Gratitude and Patience. It’s so easy to lose sight of this, shaytan knows what he’s doing, therefore he will try to make us lose hope in Allah swt. Which is the last thing we need to be doing. Instead of being down about all the things that we don’t have, or the one thing that we have been trying to get for so long, we need to remember the things we do have. Even what seems to be the smallest and simplest of things. We can remember the fact that we have a house, clean water, and plenty of food in the fridge AND pantry, Alhamdulillah. And we should also remember the blessing of being able to walk, talk, see, hear, and are able to use all of our limbs Alhamdulillah. We should be grateful for all the people that we have in our life, even though sometimes they drive us mad. We should be grateful for all the people that are no longer in our lives even though we wanted them to be.

“And He gave you from all you asked of Him. And if you should count the favor of Allah , you could not enumerate them. Indeed, mankind is [generally] most unjust and ungrateful.” (Qur’an 14:34)

How powerful is that? We should be grateful for everything that we have and don’t have. We will never be able to count the blessings of Allah swt. There are a lot of blessings He has given us that we do not know of.

We rarely ever see the wisdom behind things at the time that it happens. Months or years later, we understand (to a certain capacity) why that job, relationship, friendship etc. didn’t work out. Maybe sometimes we may never be able to comprehend why something didn’t happen the way we wanted it to. And I guess that’s ok, as long as we are grateful.

I was actually feeling a little down before I wrote this, so this is literally a reminder to myself before anyone else. Alhamdulillah, thinking of the blessings of Allah swt, I do feel better.

May we always be grateful and patient.

Names of Allah

Everyone is searching for love.
Forgetting the One who is above.
Al-Wadud is the Most Loving,
Al-Malik, sovereign of the day of reckoning.

We try to fill this void in our heart
That can only be filled with the remembrance of Allah.
If only we would seek forgiveness in Al-Ghaffar,
And trust the Most Powerful, Al-Qahhar.

Some of us search for happiness,
Hoping it will fill our emptiness.
All we need to do is turn to As-Salam
the Source of Peace, the Lord of Abraham.

We seek answers in those who are just like us,
And we fail to turn to the One, the Only, Al-Ahad.
He is also Ar-Razzaq, the Ever Providing
Ask from Him when you feel your world colliding

How do I expect to receive His Infinite Mercy
When I struggle to forgive those who hurt me
My Lord is Ar-Rahman Ar-Raheem.
How could I not trust the All Knowing, Al-Alim.

Al-Khaliq knows the nature of His creation,
Should we not worship Him in appreciation
For granting us security, Al-Mu’min
The Guardian, the Protector, Al-Muhaymin

Should we not be grateful to the Bestower, Al-Wahhab.
He knows all that you have.
And despite seeing all that you do,
If you want to be pardoned, just ask Al-Afuww.

Turn to Him

If the angel of death at this instant
Took your soul into the distance
Would you be happy with the life you led
Or would you want to change it instead?

Would you be happy with the decisions you made?
Or do your decisions make you afraid
Of the questioning that will happen in your grave?
Now you wish you had behaved.

Why do we waste so much time
Putting effort into a life that is only a sign
A test for you and me
My friend, you cannot flee
From the angel of death
Was it worth giving in to our nafs?

We say we will start tomorrow
But that day may never show
None of us are guaranteed the next second
Yet we plan for the next decade and,
Do you not think that you will die?
It is the only thing guaranteed in this life.

So whatever is making you sin
Remove from your life this thing
It is not worth being the reason
For your hereafter to be in prison

Turn to the Most Merciful, the Most Forgiving
For only He can add quality to this life you’re living. 

Wall

She built a wall. 

She wouldn’t let anyone knock them down, not at all.

She thought this would sheild her

From all the harm that was to occur.

She thought this was protection 

Not letting anyone give her affection.

She thought this would save her from heart ache 

But no one gave her a break.

She lived by the saying that went something like this 

‘The best way to not get your heart broken is to pretend like you don’t have one.’

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So she lived her life acting like she didn’t have a heart, 

In most cases, she convinced herself that this indeed worked. Thinking she played it smart. 

She pretended that she didn’t have feelings, 

Convinced that this would stop the bleeding.

Then one day, she started to take her religion seriously, 

The religion of peace which people wonder about so curiously. 

She realised that to be in this completely,

She would have to have a heart that was soft and gentle, not so discreetly.

Now she needed to be careful, and speak kindly to people,

Regardless of her frustration, she had to keep it peaceful. 

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Her heart was ice cold

At least that’s she told. 

She believed that putting on that persona meant no more pain

And that pretending to be heartless would keep her sane.

At this point, she had been through so much already, 

She just wanted her life to be steady. 

So please stop asking her to let her guard down, 

Cause that’s what made her breakdown.

She will be sure to keep those walls up

Until she feels that she can trust you enough.

The most dreadful phone call

When I answered the phone, 

I don’t recall ever feeling more alone. 

My mother’s voice on the end, 

“Your dad just passed away” she said. 

I walked into my room, pacing in the dark. 

‘How could this be?’ to myself I asked.

It was like nothing I ever felt; empty and hollow. 

Why did this happen, I never felt so much sorrow. 

And then if things couldn’t get worse,

My younger siblings asked me what felt like the most dreaded question in the universe.

“Did dad die” they said

These words I will never forget. 

The look on their innocent face,  

From my mind I can never erase. 

So much pain, so much worry, 

I was told to lie to them “no don’t be stupid” I felt so sorry

For the pain that was about to come, 

Was only the beginning, especially for my mum.

After that day, the house was filled with family and friends, 

Promising that they would be there till the end.

I think that’s the thing that made me grow up so quickly 

Empty promises that were made insincerely. 

From a young age I knew, 

Life was not easy. Why? I had no clue

Was it because nobody kept their promise? 

Why couldn’t they just be honest? 

Don’t lie to a child,

They will always remember the betrayal that made them feel exiled

Cut off from the world, feeling hopeless and tired. 

I was thirteen when my life took a turn, 

That’s when I knew I had to be more firm.

To protect myself and my family, 

Everything happened so rapidly. 

But more distress was still to come.

Then the funeral arrived, how I felt so numb. 

Now you lay there dear father, 

I miss you more, every year it gets harder. 

May your grave be filled with light, 

I pray to God that we will reunite

In the best place off all, 

Created by God Himself, named Janat al Firdaws. 

-This is the vague but true story of what happened when I found out my father passed away. I don’t think I’ve shared it more than a few people before as its quite personal. But I’m kind of anonymous here, so it’s a good way to get things out of system. Thanks for reading 💙