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We need to acknowledge our sins to Allah ta'ala Who is so Merciful, so Forgiving, so Kind. He is waiting, giving us opportunities after opportunities like special days, special nights and the whole month of Ramadhaan.

"O My servants, irrespective of how far you have distanced yourself from Me, I am your Allah! I am Most Forgiving, Most Merciful. Come, come and take a dive in the ocean of Tawbah!"

"Jo naa kaam hotaa rahe 'umr bhar bhi, baharhaal koshish ...

Shaytaan got thrown out, forever accursed.
What did he do wrong?


He refused to perform Sajdah (prostrate)...he refused to make ONE Sajdah.


How many Sujood do we refuse to make everyday?


Something to think about

Originally Posted by Ibn muqaddas

Ibrahim al taymi said:

I imagined myself in jannah eating from its fruit, embracing its maidens and enjoying its bliss, and then I asked myself: my self, what do you desire? It replied: I want to return to the world to do more of the deeds by which I obtained this" Then I imagined myself in hell burning with its fire, drinking its hot water and eating its bitter fruit. I asked my self 'what do you desire?'. It answered: to return to this world and perform actions by which I

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I have been thinking a lot about this lately so I decided to pen my thoughts. Everywhere one looks (on forums especially) its "them" and "us" and here by "them" I do not mean the enemy. I'm talking about "them" and "us" within ourselves, within the Muslim Ummah.

If a person is a Madhabi, the Ghayr-Madhabis are "them" and if a person is a Deobandi, the Barelwis are "them" yet all of us are "us". Ok so ...

“I love you, mom,” whispered Yusuf as he wrapped the soft pashmina shawl around his mother’s shoulders. The vibrant peach contrasted with the dark rings that had grown under her eyes lately, but their brightness had not faded.

Her eyes lit up as she stroked the delicate embroidery on the edge of the shawl, “And this…Yusuf?”

Yusuf looked at her with the excitement of a young boy unpacking his first bicycle, “Wait ma…there’s more,” he cried, as he removed a burgundy ...