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lørdag den 30. august 2008
torsdag den 14. august 2008
Ghazi Anwar Pasha's sidste brev til sin kone
In the name of Allah the most beneficent the most merciful
Ghazi Anwar Pasha was from amongst those great Mujahideen of Turkey who had
spent all his life fighting against the enemies of Islam. Eventually he was
martyred by the Russians. Only a day prior to this he sent a letter to his
wife, Najiya Sultana. This letter was published by her in the Turkish
newspapers, and after being transferred was published by her in the
newspapers in India on the 22 April 1923.
This letter is so touching and thought provoking that every young man should
read it. An inspiring account of Mujahideen from the Ottaman period.
My Dearest Najiyya,
My life companion and fountain of happiness and joy dearest Najiya. The
Almighty Allah is your guardian. Your last letter is in front of me at this
moment. Believe me, this letter of yours will always be close to my heart. I
cannot see your face but in between the lines and words of your letter I can
see your beautiful fingers which used to play with my hair in the dark
interior of tent, occasionally your picture fills my eyes. Alas, you write
that I have forgotten you and that i do not care for your love. You say that
i have broken your loving heart and playing with fire and blood in a distant
forsaken and I am unmindful of a woman who spends the night anxiously
counting the stars.
You also say that I like war and my sword. But little did you realise when
writing these words of yours, which undoubtedly were written with sincerity,
out of deep love and devotion for me, will my heart.! How can I convince
you[words are inadequate] that there is no one dearer to me in this world
than you. You are the culmination of all my love and affection. I have never
loved anyone before but you have stolen my heart.
Then what has separated me from You? O the joy of my heart! You can ask this
question in a proper manner. Listen! "I am not away from you because I
desire material gains of wealth nor is it because I wish to establish a
kingdom or throne for myself as my enemies have publicly intimated. The only
reason that I am away from you is that Allah's Obligatory Command has
brought me here [battlefield] There is no greater fardh of Allah than Jihad
Fi Sabilillah{to fight in the path of Allah}. It is this command of Allah,
the intention of fulfilling it entitles a person a place in Jannah.
Alhumdulillah I not only have the intention to fulfil this command but am
actively carrying it out in the battlefield.
Your absence{judai}, like an arrow is cutting my heart into pieces every
moment. Notwithstanding this I am happy in this separation as it is your
true love, and your love which is the greatest test, a challenge to my
intention and resolution of fighting in the path of Allah Subhanu Wata'aala.
I thank Allah Ta'ala a thousand times that I have been victorious in this
test and have been successful in putting Allah's love and command before my
live, love and the pleasure of my desire{nafs}. You also, my darling must
thank Allah Ta'ala and be happy that your husband possesses such a strong
Emaan that he can ever sacrifice your love for the love of Allah.
Although Jihad with the sword is not compulsory on you, my love lest you are
not exempted from it, no muslim male or female is exempted from Jihad. Your
Jihad is that you must put Allah's love before your love and pleasure and
you must make the bond of love between your husband and you stronger. Look,
never ever pray that your husband must come safe and sound from the
battlefield into your loving arms. This prayer is selfish and Allah will not
be pleased. Rather let your prayer be this, that Allah accept the Jihad of
your husband and bring him back successfully otherwise let his lips imbibe
the cup of martyrdom. These lips you know my darling have never been touched
or dirtied by alcohol, but have always been kept busy with reciting the Holy
Qur'an and hymming the glory and praises of Allah Subhanu Wata'aalah.
Dearest Najiya! How blessed will that moment be when in the path of Allah
this head which you affectionately called beautiful will be separated from
the body which in your eyes was not a soldier's body but a beloved's body!
Anwar's greatest wish is to be martyred and be judged on the day of Qiyammah
with Hadrat Khalid bin Waleed {R.A.}, This world is a temporary one, Death
will definitely come, Then why fear death? If death is definite, then why
should a man die lying on a bed? Death in the path of Allah is not death but
indeed life everlasting life.
Najiayya listen to my will! If I am martyred you must marry by brother Noori
Pasha. After you, the dearest person to me is Noori. It is my wish that after
my demise he will faithfully care for you during your lifetime. My next wish
is that all the children you bear tell them about my life and send all of
them to the battlefield of Jihad for Islam. Remember if you do not fulfil
this wish of mine, I will be angry with you in Jannah.
Farewell, my dearest! I don't know why my inner feelings tell me that after
this letter I will never be able to write another lettter to you. It is no
wonder that I may be martyred tomorrow. Look! make sabr, on my death be
happy and do not mourn, because my death in the path of Allah is an honour
for you. Najiyya! I beg leave of you and in the world of thought I am
embracing you.
Insha_Allah we will meet in Jannah and thereafter we will never part.
Your Anwar
{N.B.} Ghazi Anwar Pasha was martyred the following day
Reproduced from; Al-Balagh Feb 1973
Ghazi Anwar Pasha was from amongst those great Mujahideen of Turkey who had
spent all his life fighting against the enemies of Islam. Eventually he was
martyred by the Russians. Only a day prior to this he sent a letter to his
wife, Najiya Sultana. This letter was published by her in the Turkish
newspapers, and after being transferred was published by her in the
newspapers in India on the 22 April 1923.
This letter is so touching and thought provoking that every young man should
read it. An inspiring account of Mujahideen from the Ottaman period.
My Dearest Najiyya,
My life companion and fountain of happiness and joy dearest Najiya. The
Almighty Allah is your guardian. Your last letter is in front of me at this
moment. Believe me, this letter of yours will always be close to my heart. I
cannot see your face but in between the lines and words of your letter I can
see your beautiful fingers which used to play with my hair in the dark
interior of tent, occasionally your picture fills my eyes. Alas, you write
that I have forgotten you and that i do not care for your love. You say that
i have broken your loving heart and playing with fire and blood in a distant
forsaken and I am unmindful of a woman who spends the night anxiously
counting the stars.
You also say that I like war and my sword. But little did you realise when
writing these words of yours, which undoubtedly were written with sincerity,
out of deep love and devotion for me, will my heart.! How can I convince
you[words are inadequate] that there is no one dearer to me in this world
than you. You are the culmination of all my love and affection. I have never
loved anyone before but you have stolen my heart.
Then what has separated me from You? O the joy of my heart! You can ask this
question in a proper manner. Listen! "I am not away from you because I
desire material gains of wealth nor is it because I wish to establish a
kingdom or throne for myself as my enemies have publicly intimated. The only
reason that I am away from you is that Allah's Obligatory Command has
brought me here [battlefield] There is no greater fardh of Allah than Jihad
Fi Sabilillah{to fight in the path of Allah}. It is this command of Allah,
the intention of fulfilling it entitles a person a place in Jannah.
Alhumdulillah I not only have the intention to fulfil this command but am
actively carrying it out in the battlefield.
Your absence{judai}, like an arrow is cutting my heart into pieces every
moment. Notwithstanding this I am happy in this separation as it is your
true love, and your love which is the greatest test, a challenge to my
intention and resolution of fighting in the path of Allah Subhanu Wata'aala.
I thank Allah Ta'ala a thousand times that I have been victorious in this
test and have been successful in putting Allah's love and command before my
live, love and the pleasure of my desire{nafs}. You also, my darling must
thank Allah Ta'ala and be happy that your husband possesses such a strong
Emaan that he can ever sacrifice your love for the love of Allah.
Although Jihad with the sword is not compulsory on you, my love lest you are
not exempted from it, no muslim male or female is exempted from Jihad. Your
Jihad is that you must put Allah's love before your love and pleasure and
you must make the bond of love between your husband and you stronger. Look,
never ever pray that your husband must come safe and sound from the
battlefield into your loving arms. This prayer is selfish and Allah will not
be pleased. Rather let your prayer be this, that Allah accept the Jihad of
your husband and bring him back successfully otherwise let his lips imbibe
the cup of martyrdom. These lips you know my darling have never been touched
or dirtied by alcohol, but have always been kept busy with reciting the Holy
Qur'an and hymming the glory and praises of Allah Subhanu Wata'aalah.
Dearest Najiya! How blessed will that moment be when in the path of Allah
this head which you affectionately called beautiful will be separated from
the body which in your eyes was not a soldier's body but a beloved's body!
Anwar's greatest wish is to be martyred and be judged on the day of Qiyammah
with Hadrat Khalid bin Waleed {R.A.}, This world is a temporary one, Death
will definitely come, Then why fear death? If death is definite, then why
should a man die lying on a bed? Death in the path of Allah is not death but
indeed life everlasting life.
Najiayya listen to my will! If I am martyred you must marry by brother Noori
Pasha. After you, the dearest person to me is Noori. It is my wish that after
my demise he will faithfully care for you during your lifetime. My next wish
is that all the children you bear tell them about my life and send all of
them to the battlefield of Jihad for Islam. Remember if you do not fulfil
this wish of mine, I will be angry with you in Jannah.
Farewell, my dearest! I don't know why my inner feelings tell me that after
this letter I will never be able to write another lettter to you. It is no
wonder that I may be martyred tomorrow. Look! make sabr, on my death be
happy and do not mourn, because my death in the path of Allah is an honour
for you. Najiyya! I beg leave of you and in the world of thought I am
embracing you.
Insha_Allah we will meet in Jannah and thereafter we will never part.
Your Anwar
{N.B.} Ghazi Anwar Pasha was martyred the following day
Reproduced from; Al-Balagh Feb 1973
tirsdag den 12. august 2008
Blomsten, solen og skyen
Bi ismi Allah,
Idag havde jeg en enestående og fantastisk oplevelse med en af de små søde væsner der går, løber og kravler rundt på jorden. Børn, bliver de kaldt i vor munde.
Jeg var nede på mit arbejde, og sad og tegnede med en af mine drenge. Han hedder Emil og er knap 3 år. Emil taler med fynsk accent. Så han synger en del.
Først beder han mig om at tegne en blomst. Jeg får tegnet noget der ligner en blomst, og han virker ret tilfreds med den. Dernæst beder han mig om at tegne en sol. Det gør jeg så. En rund ring med 5 streger. Efter det tegner jeg en sky. Da jeg er færdig med at tegne, spørger jeg Emil, om hvad hans lillebror hedder.
"Lillebror hedder Julius" svarer han og kigger på mig. Derefter kigger han på sin tegning, peger på blomsten og siger: "Det er Julius."
"Nåh hedder blomsten det? Julius blomsten kan vi kalde den!" siger jeg. Så peger Emil på solen og siger: "Det er far, og skyen er mor." Jeg smiler til ham, og aer ham på hovedet. Subhanallah, sikke et dejligt barn.
Jeg så en masse symbolik i Emils "navngivning" af blomsten, solen og skyen.
En blomst kan ikke overleve uden sol og vand. Den er afhængig af solen og vandet. Ligesom barnet er afhængig af en mor og far. Hvertfald nogen voksne som dækker barnets behov. Behov som omsorg, kærlighed, tryghed, varme og mad selvfølgelig. Uden disse 5 basale behov vil barnet før eller siden brase sammen.
Jeg sammenligner børn med et hus. Hvis fundamentet i et hus ikke er robust og stabil, braser det sammen før eller siden. Det er derfor nødvendigt med søjler som kan holde dets vægge resistent overfor udefra kommende impulser og rystelser.
Der har været eksempler på børn der er døde af moderens fravær. Så vigtig en rolle har en mor altså i barnets liv og opvækst, og ligeledes er faderen vigtig i barnets liv selvfølgelig.
Ja, det var så Emils blomst, sol og sky som bragte mig ind i de her tanker... Mange tak for det Emil. :)
Idag havde jeg en enestående og fantastisk oplevelse med en af de små søde væsner der går, løber og kravler rundt på jorden. Børn, bliver de kaldt i vor munde.
Jeg var nede på mit arbejde, og sad og tegnede med en af mine drenge. Han hedder Emil og er knap 3 år. Emil taler med fynsk accent. Så han synger en del.
Først beder han mig om at tegne en blomst. Jeg får tegnet noget der ligner en blomst, og han virker ret tilfreds med den. Dernæst beder han mig om at tegne en sol. Det gør jeg så. En rund ring med 5 streger. Efter det tegner jeg en sky. Da jeg er færdig med at tegne, spørger jeg Emil, om hvad hans lillebror hedder.
"Lillebror hedder Julius" svarer han og kigger på mig. Derefter kigger han på sin tegning, peger på blomsten og siger: "Det er Julius."
"Nåh hedder blomsten det? Julius blomsten kan vi kalde den!" siger jeg. Så peger Emil på solen og siger: "Det er far, og skyen er mor." Jeg smiler til ham, og aer ham på hovedet. Subhanallah, sikke et dejligt barn.
Jeg så en masse symbolik i Emils "navngivning" af blomsten, solen og skyen.
En blomst kan ikke overleve uden sol og vand. Den er afhængig af solen og vandet. Ligesom barnet er afhængig af en mor og far. Hvertfald nogen voksne som dækker barnets behov. Behov som omsorg, kærlighed, tryghed, varme og mad selvfølgelig. Uden disse 5 basale behov vil barnet før eller siden brase sammen.
Jeg sammenligner børn med et hus. Hvis fundamentet i et hus ikke er robust og stabil, braser det sammen før eller siden. Det er derfor nødvendigt med søjler som kan holde dets vægge resistent overfor udefra kommende impulser og rystelser.
Der har været eksempler på børn der er døde af moderens fravær. Så vigtig en rolle har en mor altså i barnets liv og opvækst, og ligeledes er faderen vigtig i barnets liv selvfølgelig.
Ja, det var så Emils blomst, sol og sky som bragte mig ind i de her tanker... Mange tak for det Emil. :)
søndag den 10. august 2008
The Beauty of the Beard
Følgende er et digt som jeg læste for mange år siden. Det er skrevet på en humoristisk måde, hvilket jeg synes er en god metode hvis man vil nå ind til de unge med pointen.
Poem by Brother Tushar Imdad-ul-Haque Bhuiya
"Glorified be He who beautifies women with long locks of hair
And Men with long beards
There is beauty in the beard
Aye, there is beauty in the beard!
When the lion roars all the animals submit
For the lion is the king of the jungle
The lion with its glorious mane
And a Muslim man grows his mane in pride
Showing the rest of humanity that he is to be respected
Can one imagine a lion without its mane?
Nay, thou canst not!
Then imagine a man without his beard
Woe to worldly women who mock the beards so!
Desiring husbands with clean shaven faces
Woe to women who mock the Prophets Sunnah
In the name of hygiene, neatness and smooth texture
Indeed the women of this world cannot like the beard
But she who wants Paradise adores the beard!
A beard is a gift given to man
Something only he can grow; a woman never can!
When he ponders, he gently strokes it;
When he eats, it stores food;
When he is with kids, they play with it adoringly;
When he is with his wife, she fondles it lovingly;
When the enemy see it, fear is struck in their hearts!
Ah! there is indeed beauty in the beard!
All the Prophets had beards - yes they did!
Muhammad had a beard - so big! so big!
All the companions had beards - o yes! o yes!
All the sages had beards - I know! I know!
All the wise have beards - tis true! tis true!
All the pious have beards - you see! you see!
All the Muslims have beards!? - if only! if only!
Who did not have beards? The kafirun!
Who had clean shaven faces? The kafirun!
Who grew their moustaches? The kafirun!
"And what did our Prophet order?" I here you ask
He ordered us to lengthen the beard and trim the moustache!
Lengthen the beard and trim the moustache!
What greater reason that this can there be
The fact that our Prophet told us to see
That we make ourselves appear to the world
As full bearded men with honour untold
O Muslim brother! Why do you desire to look like a woman
When your blessed facial hair is the differece between you and the opposite gender?
O poor Muslim brother! Why do you imitate the kafir
Instead of following the Prophet of Islam?
O silly Muslim sister! Why are you so blind?
Infatuated with Bollywood actors who have no mind!
O wretched sister! Are you not scared of your choice?
You would rather have a feminine monkey instead of an exalted manly ape!
So indeed I love my beard
And adore the curls and tangles
Which no oil, gel or superglue can ever straighten
My glorious long, curly, messy, fluffy beard!
The playhouse for kids;
The envy of Malaysian people
And the beloved of Allah!
I maybe rejected by worldly women because of this hair on my face
But who care! For my Mum loves it and she puts all such sisters to disgrace!
Be patient Muslim brothers, who shun the trendy look for a Prophetic pose
Paradise with the wide eyed Houris is our final abode!!!!!"
Tushar
lørdag den 9. august 2008
Dua for forelskelse
Følgende er et digt som jeg læste på en tyrkisk hjemmeside. Det rørte mig dybt, så oversatte det lige for at dele det med jer alle. :)
Ya Rabbi,
Put et menneske i mit hjerte
Og må det menneske
være en Du også elsker
Lad mig elske et menneske
hvis hjerte også elsker Dig
Lad mig møde et menneske
der før mig har mødt Dig
Når vi holder hånd i hånd
må Din hånd være over os
Når jeg kigger ham i øjnene
Lad mig se Dig igennem dem
og må de øjne være to vinduer til Jannah
Lad os sammen gå på en vej
og må Du være vores vejviser
Må vores kærlighed
forene ulven og fåret
Lad der være en kærlighed mellem os
som også vil glæde Muhammed sal allahu aleyhi wa salaam
Ameen
- Ukendt forfatter
Put et menneske i mit hjerte
Og må det menneske
være en Du også elsker
Lad mig elske et menneske
hvis hjerte også elsker Dig
Lad mig møde et menneske
der før mig har mødt Dig
Når vi holder hånd i hånd
må Din hånd være over os
Når jeg kigger ham i øjnene
Lad mig se Dig igennem dem
og må de øjne være to vinduer til Jannah
Lad os sammen gå på en vej
og må Du være vores vejviser
Må vores kærlighed
forene ulven og fåret
Lad der være en kærlighed mellem os
som også vil glæde Muhammed sal allahu aleyhi wa salaam
Ameen
- Ukendt forfatter
fredag den 8. august 2008
Den vildfarne Sjæl
Ved nattens frembrud tildækkes hjertet af sorg
regndråberne pisker på vinduet
mens tårerne triller ned én for én på de åbne hænder
med lukkede øjne hulker jeg foran min ilah
Ya Rabbi,
jeg er din vildfarne tjener
der har vandret fra fordærv til elendighed
fra skidt til snavs
for så til sidst at falde ned i en mørk afgrund
Jeg hidkalder dig min Rab,
send mig et lys..
Mit sind er forgiftet med giftige tanker
mit hjerte er revnet af shaytaans skarpe kløer
Tilgiv mig inden jeg ånder ud
tilgiv mig ya Rab,
så jeg kan finde ro i mit rustne hjerte...
© S. Keraz 1984
regndråberne pisker på vinduet
mens tårerne triller ned én for én på de åbne hænder
med lukkede øjne hulker jeg foran min ilah
Ya Rabbi,
jeg er din vildfarne tjener
der har vandret fra fordærv til elendighed
fra skidt til snavs
for så til sidst at falde ned i en mørk afgrund
Jeg hidkalder dig min Rab,
send mig et lys..
Mit sind er forgiftet med giftige tanker
mit hjerte er revnet af shaytaans skarpe kløer
Tilgiv mig inden jeg ånder ud
tilgiv mig ya Rab,
så jeg kan finde ro i mit rustne hjerte...
© S. Keraz 1984
Jeg længes efter dig, Habib Allah
Tåren der triller ned af din kind
Smilet der udsmykker dit ansigt
Jorden du betræder
Fuglen der kvidrer ved dit vindue
Kappen der omsvøber dig
Skyen der beskytter dig
Måtte jeg være alt det for dig..
Ya Habib Allah,
jeg længes efter dig,
om end jeg aldrig har mødt dig..
© S.Keraz 1984
Hvis ord kunne skildre..
For så vidt ord kunne skildre hvad der sansesVille herværende ydmyge skabning
skrible til den lyse morgen
Men intet ord dækker hjerteve..
For så vidt tårer kunne klargøre
hvor meget tjeneren angrer
Ville tårerne flyde til natten dækker over
Men tårer er ikke andet end salt og vand
Mens det tjeneren har i sig er ild og brand..
En morgenstund åbnes vinduet
Sukkende efter morninger
hvor kaldet til succes var vækkeuret
En syngende fugl høres
Som var den sendt fra Skaberen
For at slukke savnene..
© S. Keraz 1984
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