ALMISKEENAH

 

 

Kunafa, basboosa and baklava arrived as syrupy, sugar-oozing rizq, Alhumdulillah.

 

 

 

Transforming the head into a cataclysmic meltdown, as the sweet hit renders the brain to function in numb zombie mode, while nafs dance a lunatic rumba.

After some time, when a blurred composure seemed to slowly return, I began contemplating the word ‘sweet’ in the context of this Mubarak month.

Was it the cool sensation of the Zamzam hitting a parched throat upon hearing the Adhan from Masjid Nabawi?

Was it the salty taste from tears trickling down to the lips? Tears of gratitude for being Muslim and for the honour of welcoming this most generous guest into the home for a month?

Was it hearing the voice of a loved one far away in another corner of the globe?

Was it watching a toddler laugh and play with his father while sitting in the courtyard?

Was it that indescribable feeling of the right hand stretching out to give to one less fortunate?

The more I considered ‘sweet’ the more my thoughts moved from the sensual to the spiritual, and to the notion of ‘sweeter’

The sweet pastries seemed to lose their appeal.

The sensation of the forehead in Sajdah is sweeter.

The finger in Tashahhud, affirming the wonder of Shahadah over and over is sweeter.

The sight of a lone believer, hands raised, engrossed in a private conversation with Allah Ta’ala is sweeter.

The amplified recitation of the Holy Qur’an in the longer standing of Taraweeh, and now Qiyamul Layl is sweeter.

The joy in a young child’s voice telling of their first Ramadhan fasting is sweeter.

The experience of a young couple travelling from Makkah, whilst there for Umrah, catching a bus to this City of Light, giving Salam to the Noble Resident, our Beloved Prophet SallAllahu alaihi wassalm, and then making the return journey a few hours later is sweeter.

Witnessing others seeking Laylatul Qadr, and taking refuge in Masaajid for the last ten days is sweeter. 

And so much more. So much more, SubhanAllah.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

But surely the ‘sweetest’ is all that is ghaib. All that we cannot see, taste, hear, touch.

Jibreel Alaihis Salam comes during these last ten nights revealing two wings, from his hundreds , that reach from horizon to horizon, are only ever displayed at this majestic time.

Angels descend giving Salam.

Forgiveness is showered in abundance.

Beseeching is answered.

We are granted freedom the Jahannam.

We are promised prizes beyond our imagination on the last night as rewards for our abstinence.

While ultimately, ‘the sweetest’ would be to see Allah Ta’ala, His Habib SallAllahu alaihi wasallam, all other Prophets and Angels Alaihum Salam, the Sahabah RadhiAllahu anhum, the Awliya, Rahmatullah alaihum, cherished scholars, martyrs and frolic with all our loved ones.

May our searching throughout these nights, lead to the sweetest for one and all, Ameen.

May we be blessed with the sweetest taste of pure mercy and salvation.

May our hearts sense the placing of the Banner of Praise between heaven and earth, the Banner of Forgiveness on the Dome of Felicity, the Banner of Mercy on the Ka’abah and the Banner of Genresotiy on the Dome of the Rock.

Ameen Ameen Ameen.

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Moses learns of the Night of Power.

The venerable Moses prayed to his Lord on Mt Sinai, saying: “O my Lord, You are close to me. Let me be close to You.” He heard the voice of the Almighty reply: “O My Converser, I bring near to Me those who keep vigil and worship Me on the Night of Power.” Moses continued: “O my Lord, I wish to be worthy of Your Divine Mercy.” The Glorious and Exalted said: O Moses, those who treat the poor with compassion on the Night of Power are worthy of My Mercy.”

Moses then made yet another supplication: “O my Lord, I wish to cross safely over the Bridge.” The Exalted lord replied: “O Moses, anyone who gives alms and spends in charity on the Night of Power will cross that dark and dreadful Bridge in safety and at lightning speed.”

The Bridge called Sirat stretches in darkness between Paradise and Hell. The greater a person’s light of faith, the easier it will be for him to cross that Bridge. We must not forget that the life of this world is also such a bridge and the way of Islam is its safe crossing. For those who have faith, do good works, are content with Allah and earn His approval, it will be a quick and easy matter to cross the Sirat, just as they cross the bridge of this world in safety and without mishap.

To return to the venerable Moses, who was praying to the Lord on Mt Sinai: “O my Lord,” he pleaded, “I wish to enter your Paradise and enjoy its bliss, to shelter in the shade of its heavenly trees and to eat its abundant fruits.” The Almighty reply came: “O Moses, those who glorify Me on the Night of Power will enjoy these bounties in My Paradise.”

The venerable Moses continues: “O my Lord, I beg for salvation from Your Fire.” “O My Converser, those who seek forgiveness on the Night of Power will find salvation from My Fire.”

The venerable Moses then prayed: “O my Lord, I yearn for Your approval. Be pleased with me!” The All-Glorious One replied: “O Moses, My approval will be won by those who perform a prayer of two cycles for My sake on the Night of Power.”

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May all who seek, find Laylatul Qadr. May destinies scribed on this Night lead to an increase in our faith, Ameen

Insha’Allah we are going to perform Umrah, a Hajj with our Beloved Prophet SallAllahu alaihi wasallam, and time calls to focus on the ’sweetest’, so I take your leave for a little while. You are in my Du’a. Please keep this needy speck in yours. Revisit Laylatul Qadr for Adiyah and links.

All good is from Allah Ta’ala whereas mistakes are from this humble speck. May Allah Ta’ala Bless all readers, bringing you all closer to Him and His Rasul SallAllahu alaihi wasallam.  May He accept our humble efforts and grant us the capacity to be good and do good. Ameen. 

 

 

 

Surely Allah and His angels bless the Prophet; O you who believe!  Bless him too and give him greetings of peace.    

(33:56)

 

 

 

 

 

JazakiLlahu khairan to the dear sister who sent this, and to the original soul whose heart was gifted with such a vision. May we all be blessed with meeting the resident of this Abode of Sakeenah SallAllahu alaihi wasallam in the Garden of Bliss, Ameen Ameen Ameen.

All good is from Allah Ta’ala whereas mistakes are from this humble speck. May Allah Ta’ala Bless all readers, bringing you all closer to Him and His Rasul SallAllahu alaihi wasallam.  May He accept our humble efforts and grant us the capacity to be good and do good. Ameen. 

 

 

 

 

the machine whirs as his white beard fuses with the white cloth he sews

 

 

 

 

spools of cotton whizz

as does time

from crescent to crescent

how many years of fasting have vanished as he sews hunched

and we squander

awaiting the celebratory day

 

 

 

 others wash, chop, cook, mix, pour, stir, fry…

wait

 

 

wait

for the unwinding, unraveling accumulation of knots to dissolve

in pools of gratitude conceived in the union of hunger and thirst

 

 

 

devils squeal

clanging chains

frantic

as sins gurgle and fade as do smudged hieroglyphics on decaying walls.

 

 

 

 

the majestic moon

blazons as a burnished medallion

reminding the specks who constitute this unified felicity

that its fullness

is but a tarnished pendant

in comparison

to the glow of the most beloved face

the only face ever created with light

decreed to shine and illumine all darkness

injecting hearts with the fragrant essence of

 

 

 

 

layer upon layers of seekers from every spectrum colour

and every nuanced tongue 

converge

on this city that is loved like no other

casting a tonal harmony

 

 

  

 

 

suddenly the sun sinks

veins moisten and thirst becomes a distant memory

scribbled

on a scroll

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 E V E R Y T H I N G

 

 

All good is from Allah Ta’ala whereas mistakes are from this humble speck. May Allah Ta’ala Bless all readers, bringing you all closer to Him and His Rasul SallAllahu alaihi wasallam.  May He accept our humble efforts and grant us the capacity to be good and do good. Ameen. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

These are the names of the Ahl Badr RadhiAllahu anhum, handwritten by a sincere lover who realizes the succor inherent in these names. Insha’Allah you compile your own list, and encourage others to do so too. May our hearts be filled with the names of these true heroes and their stories of gallant sacrifice for truth. May our individual efforts to combat the shadowy darkness in our midst take inspiration from our glorious history, Ameen.

O Allah! O The Ever-Living, O the Self-Existing by Whom all subsist,

O The Responder, O The Giver, O The Loving One,

O The Reckoner, O The Knower of mysteries,

O The Creator of night and day.

 

I beg of you for the sake of Your Most Beautiful Names

and the mystery of the Glorious Qur’an,

and for the sake of Your Chosen Prophet Muhammad,

on him be the choicest blessings and complete peace,

and for the sake of the noble warriors of the Battle of Badr,

 

that You help the religion of Islam and fulfill all our needs

O The Most Merciful of those who show mercy.

 

 

All good is from Allah Ta’ala whereas mistakes are from this humble speck. May Allah Ta’ala Bless all readers, bringing you all closer to Him and His Rasul SallAllahu alaihi wasallam.  May He accept our humble efforts and grant us the capacity to be good and do good. Ameen. 

 

 

Tears trickled as I typed this long account of visiting the Holy Mantle from The Sacred Trusts. Partly for the love of all that reminds us of our Noble Prophet SallAllahu alaihi wasallam, and partly that such relics have been preserved, revered and respected. Rescued from imminent destruction if they had remained in these sacred lands where they were part of the fabric of the glorious days of our Deen. Alhumdulillah for the insight of those who transported all sacred artifacts to safety and security.

 

A Ramadhan Visit to the Holy Mantle.

Sultan Selim 1 initiated the beautiful tradition of visiting the Holy Mantle at the Topkapi Palace on the 15^th day of Ramadan. In 1517 and the years following, an air of anticipation would grow among the members of the palace as the day of the visit approached. Receiving incense water in decorative bottles as invitations, high officials and scholars, as well as pashas, viziers, and the Sheikhulislam and Grand Vizier, shared in the excitement. In accordance with protocol, they had new clothing prepared for the event. Medallions and medals, which might catch on the mantle’s cover as officials leaned over to kiss it, could not be worn on the visiting day. To prepare the incense water that was sent in place of an invitation, the following ingredients were boiled for 12 hours in a closed pot: 200 drachmas of yellow sandalwood; 120 drachmas oily incense elixir; 200 drachmas cyclamen; 180 drachmas crude aloe; 30 drachmas calambac agalloch elixir; 140 drachmas storax; 70 drachmas kermes; 30 drachmas lotur; 50 drachmas onion seed; 20 drachmas sesame root; and 11 drachmas musk, all tied in knotted bundles with 15 okkas (400 drachmas or 2.80 lb) flower essence and 212 okkas rosewater. After removing this from the fire and allowing it to cool, 1.5 miscals (1.50 drams) musk and 1.5 okkas flower essence would be added to the lidded copper jug, which was then swung back and forth to mix the ingredients. The jug would be swung until the desired consistency was achieved. Concocted by Mustafa Aga from Ankara, a member of the Inner Court Campaign Dormitory, the incense water had a special aroma particular to the palace. Difficult and expensive to prepare, it was given as a gift in the Inner Court.

On the 14^th day of Ramadan, the Holy Mantle, with its long, wide sleeves, was transferred inside its case to the Revan Mansion (the name Revan is derived from Erivan, a province in Iran, where Sultan Murad IV carried out victorious campaigns).  The Sultan and servants of the Privy Chamber then swept and cleaned the apartments (this task was considered to be a great honour, therefore the Sultan himself was involved); the walls were washed with rosewater, and perfumed with musk….after aloe and incense burned, the Mantle was returned to its place, accompanied by up to 15 officials with prayers and greetings to the Prophet SallAllahu alaihi wasallam.

When the 15^th day of Ramadan finally arrived, all gathered at the time of noon prayers around the Gate of Felicity to wait for the Grand Vizier, while Sheikhulislam would proceed to Hagia Sophia to lead the prayer. After prayer and calling blessings upon the Prophet SallAllahu alaihi wasallam they would go in procession to the Audience Hall.

 

 

 

 

Two hours before the noon prayer, the golden casket containing the Holy Mantle was placed on cushions embroidered with gold and silver thread. The traditional continuous recitation of the Holy Qur’an would be continued from there.

The Sultan would open the casket with a gold key and remove a golden casket wrapped in seven green silk velvet scarves embroidered with silver and pearls. The ruler would then open this casket with two wings on top, with another golden key, and the Holy Mantle wrapped in seven scarves, would be taken out. All the while, the Holy Qur’an would be recited.

The Sultan would kiss the Holy Mantle and touch it to his face and eyes, asking for intercession from the Prophet SallAllahu alaihi wasallam. In turn, others would do the same. Then a large golden basin was brought to the visitor’s space, filled with Zamzam water and the edges of the Mantle lightly dipped in it. The Mantle would be held there for awhile, while the muezzins continued reciting the Qur’an and visitors wished peace upon the Prophet SallAllahu alaihi wasallam.

 

 

 

 

 

Later the Holy Mantle would be taken from the golden basin and dried with fragrant incense smoke, cleaning the area that had been kissed, The water used for washing was later put in small bottles and presented to prominent statesmen, who would drink from it to break their fats with it. One or two drops might also be put in the drinking water of those who were ill, with prayers for the Prophet SallAllahu alaihi wasallam’s intercession for restoration of their health.  After the ceremonial visit was completed, the Holy Mantle was returned to its golden case, and the Sultan locked it with the golden key. Carefully wrapped in its seven velvet covers, the case was then locked in the chest.

In later times, the tradition of kissing and then washing the Holy Mantle was discontinued. Instead, the Sultan would rub the Holy Mantle with muslin handkerchiefs and then present these to the visitors. Perfumed with incense water, the handkerchiefs were embroidered with inscriptions praising the Prophet SallAllahu alaihi wasallam and asking for his intercession.

 

 

 

 

Halit Ziya Usakhgil, who had been assigned four times to attend the ceremony, told of the Holy Mantle’s effect on those who came to see it: “I saw the spiritual excitement of those who came from far and near…people whose eyes were full of tears and whose hearts were full of serenity and pious reverence. I myself felt that I had been cleansed of negative feelings and filled with spiritual pleasure.”

Rusen Esref Unaydin describes performing the taraweeh in the Apartments of the Holy Mantle in his book Ayriliklar [Separations]:

“The call to prayer was made in the Tulip Garden: The songs of nightingales sprinkled on faithful proclamations like drops from a rosewater flask. We passed through the boxwood trees arm in arm. Overflowing with religious and historical recollection, my heart was a night filled with stars like those above my head. The darkness between the row of columns in the entrance hall was punctured by tiny red lanterns. I leaned against one of these columns, which had witnessed sultanates and spiritual ecstasy for centuries. The recitation of Qur’anic verses were in my ears, and the magnificent tiles which filled the observer with a yearning for a mystical spring were in y eyes!

The small group, indistinguishable like dream images among the columns, rose for the Taraweeh prayer. After every two units of prayer, hymns were sung by beautiful voices.

I was so excited that I slowly forgot that I was a mortal living in the present. I had forgotten which century I was in. My elbow was touching a Janissary who had returned from the conquest of Egypt centuries ago rather than the member of the Inner Court at my side. The breath I felt was that of a glorious warrior from Zigetvar rather than the wrinkle-faced ak aga whose joints cracked when he bent in prayer. The elderly voice of the imam echoed victoriously as if from the day of the Erivan campaign. At every greeting to the Prophet SallAllahu alaihi wasallam I thought that our eyes would meet those of old khan’s, with prayer beads on his knees and a dagger at his waist, who was pleading forgiveness for his arrogance and sins. These associations arose because those spirits in that magical hall were lined up beside the holy token from Prophet Muhammad SallAllahu alaihi wasallam.

It was such a great gift that the Turkish nation embraced it like mad lovers in their most youthful age, overcoming arid deserts and conquering iron fortresses. They brought it as a fresh meaning to this city which God’s Messenger SallAllahu alaihi wasallam had pronounced his wish for its conquest. I thought of the first Companions of the Prophet as I stood close to the Holy Mantle which had wrapped the body of the greatest spiritual leader on Earth and rubbed against his skin.

As we performed Taraweeh prayer in the 1337^th Ramadan in a room filled with the highest material veneration and a magnificent spiritual edge, I imagine the ecstasy with which the first Companions had performed the prayer with the Prophet SallAllahu alaihi wasallam under the stars of the Hijaz and on the sand just beginning to cool.

Our worship was enriched with a scent of amber. Especially during moments of prostration, it was as if some water was calling from afar and beyond. The scent emanated from a silver incense burner, and the water was emptying from a spout of a porphyry fountain, running like silver thread in a marble water trough adorned with Arabic. Praying at the edges of the Prophet SallAllahu alaihi wasallam’s Mantle, we felt as if we heard the sound of the Kawthar River and smelled the scent of Paradise."

 

All good is from Allah Ta’ala whereas mistakes are from this humble speck. May Allah Ta’ala Bless all readers, bringing you all closer to Him and His Rasul SallAllahu alaihi wasallam.  May He accept our humble efforts and grant us the capacity to be good and do good. Ameen.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Swirling….

in this special month

swirl towards the Centre

The One.

sharpening the focus as we turn

 abandoning

to the Divine Presence

heightening the love

magnetized to

the Originator of all manifestation

symbolized 

by the bricks and mortar of the Kaabah

 

 

 

 

Become mesmerized, join the constant swirl, let the soul vicariously fly as you join the thousands, each a drop in this ocean of devotion, swirling now.

 

 

 

‘Gazing upon the Ka’ba and the waves of people almost surreally swirling around it, I thought of a hurricane. Just as the eye of a hurricane is the energy center that spins out bands of clouds in ever expanding circles, the Ka’ba could be viewed as the energy center of the global Muslim community sending out ever wider circles of believers, who, no matter how distant, are united by the power of the core around which they revolve. Just as one who has been into the eye of a hurricane expresses awe at the stillness and indescribable calm to be found therein, so too would I describe the awe I experienced as I viewed the Ka’ba. Despite all of the power emanating from this source, there, right at the core, dwells an indescribable tranquility and calm.

I swam in that calm as I made the obligatory circumambulations of the ancient house.’

 

 

 

 

 

 

Swirl, disintegrate, dissolve, unite.

 

 

 

 A ‘SWIRLING’ JUMA’AH MUBARAK! 

All good is from Allah Ta’ala whereas mistakes are from this humble speck. May Allah Ta’ala Bless all readers, bringing you all closer to Him and His Rasul SallAllahu alaihi wasallam.  May He accept our humble efforts and grant us the capacity to be good and do good. Ameen. 

 

 

On the eve of the ninth Ramadhan night, the Madani sky treated all to a display of grandeur of lightning. Dramatic electrical effects pierced the sky throughout Taraweeh, accompanied by an intermittent swirling wind that billowed the array of fabrics in the courtyard into a sea of wavy colours. While today the theatrics in the sky played a booming symphony of rolling thunder with a stunning backdrop of clouds portraying a monochromatic theme. Allahu Akbar! The Qudrat of Al-Khaliq Subhanahu wa Ta’ala reducing His Makhlooq to mere specks in His Grand Scheme.    

 

 

 

Flashes of lightning travelling at 60,000 metres per second and thunder bellowing out soinc shock waves indelibly imprint on one’s heart the delicate impermanence of our existence. A stark reminder while we are fasting.  

 

 

 

To allow the heart to be flooded and thus cleansed and emptied of all that is not conducive to that which will gain an entry to The Garden. A purifying that leads to filling the heart with contemplation and remembrance. Taking the metaphor of the power of the stormy energy to likewise empower our inner spiritual energy over and above our carnal desires.

 

 

 

To the south of Madinah is Jabal Eyr, symbolic of the Gate of Jahannam. During this month we are offered the means of escaping the fate of even remotely coming near the smoke of this Hellfire. Insha’Allah time is devoted to begging for this freedom. The Shayateen are chained to assist our resolve in attaining the maximum rewards.

 

 

 

So grow in obedience. Increase the love of all Divine Commands. Turn all aspirations to earning the keys to the Gate of Jannah, and specifically Ar-Rayyan, symbolized by Jabal Uhud. 

 

 

 

And irrespective of the nature of the storms that may be encountered, the heart remains steadfast without wavering, as the minarets of Masjid Nabawi. Sentinent reminders of our Beloved Prophet SallAllahu alaihi wasallam and how he taught us to conduct ourselves throughout this month.  

 

 

 

 

 

Rush to Salat. 

 

 

 

 Burn away sins by generously giving in charity.

 

 

 

 

Increase Salawaat upon our Noble Nabi SallAllahu alaihi wasallam. 

 

 

 

Be intoxicated with the Qur’an.  

 

 

 

 

The most honoured by Allah amongst you are those best in taqwa.   [49:13] Fast for Taqwa to be your companion in the grave.

 

 

 

   

 

 

Draw nearer to Allah Ta’ala by performing optional good deeds, thus receiving the rewards of an obligatory deed at any other time, while being guaranteed seventy extra rewards for every obligatory act at any other time. Be patient, as the promise is Paradise. Feed the poor.

Shake the heart with an internal storm of thunder and lightning, thus lightening the load on the path to Allah Ta’ala, Ameen.

 

 

 

All good is from Allah Ta’ala whereas mistakes are from this humble speck. May Allah Ta’ala Bless all readers, bringing you all closer to Him and His Rasul SallAllahu alaihi wasallam.  May He accept our humble efforts and grant us the capacity to be good and do good. Ameen. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

One of the two minarets of Masjid Jamia Al-Khandaq, where we offered Taraweeh last night, in what seemed like the glow of the sacrifices and  victory of this historic setting. 

 

 

 

 

 

The moon travels its Ramadhan course above the humble Masjid that marks the place where ‘Umar ibn Al-Khattab RadhiAllahu anhu had his command tent during the Battle of the Trench. So far this drab old building has defied demolition orders, but for how long only Allah Ta’ala knows, as it is right in the middle of the car park. Alhumdulillah the ATM machine that stood to the right of this Masjid, marking where Abu Bakr As-Saddiq RadhiAllahu anhu’s tent was has been removed, making way for the extended parking area. Insha’Allah Masjid Fath, being perched high on a rock, and Masjid Salman Farsi nearby seem as though they will survive destruction as they are not as close to the new Masjid, or the area needed for car parking.

 

During the battle of al-Khandaq, Jabir RadhiAllahu anhu narrated that ‘Umar ibn Al-Khattab RadhiAllahu anhu came one day during the encounter after the sun had set, when he started to curse the kuffar of Quraish and said: “O Messenger of Allah, I could hardly pray until the sun had almost set.” The Prophet SallAllahu alaihi wasallam said: “I too have not prayed, by Allah.” So we went down into the valley of Buthan. He did wudhu for prayer, and we did likewise. Then he prayed Asr after the sun had set, and after that he prayed Maghrib.”

 

 

 

 

Finally after more than two years looking like it was finished, the Masjid was officially opened last week. The prayer area for sisters is on the fisrt floor. It is quite spacious with wooden partitions separating it from the main prayer hall below. However there were three small ‘peek holes’ enabling sisters to look into the men’s section, which I thought was innovative for here! I speedily took this photo, trying not to be seen. Insha’Allah I will arrange for some more detail photos later, as some of the features are pleasing in their simplicity. I was amazed that brothers exited after Witr in a flash, while sisters were congested around the small exit area for a long time. This seems to be how it is in all the Masaajid. May we our rewards for Sabr be forever on the increase.

 

 

 

 

 

The back of Masjid Umar contrasted with the new Masjid.

 

Apologies for scant effort with posts, other pursuits beckon, Alhumdulillah, during this most blessed time.

 

 

All good is from Allah Ta’ala whereas mistakes are from this humble speck. May Allah Ta’ala Bless all readers, bringing you all closer to Him and His Rasul SallAllahu alaihi wasallam.  May He accept our humble efforts and grant us the capacity to be good and do good. Ameen. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

All good is from Allah Ta’ala whereas mistakes are from this humble speck. May Allah Ta’ala Bless all readers, bringing you all closer to Him and His Rasul SallAllahu alaihi wasallam.  May He accept our humble efforts and grant us the capacity to be good and do good. Ameen. 

 

 

 

O moon-faced Beloved,

the month of Ramadan has arrived.

Cover the table

And open the path of praise.

 

O fickle busybody,

it’s time to change your ways.

Can you see the one who’s selling the halvah;

how long will it be the halvah you desire?

 

Just a glimpse of the halvah-maker

has made you so sweet even honey says,

“I’ll put myself beneath your feet, like the soil;

I’ll worship at your shrine.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

Your chick frets within the egg

with all your eating and choking.

Break out of your shell that your wings may grow.

Let yourself fly.

 

The lips of the Master are parched

from calling the Beloved.

The sound of your call resounds

through the horn of your empty belly.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Let nothing be inside of you.

Be empty: give your lips to the lips of the reed.

When like a reed you fill with His breath,

then you’ll taste sweetness.

 

 

 

Sweetness is hidden in the Breath

that fills the reed.

Be like Mary, by that sweet breath

A child grew within her.

 

Words from Rumi, photos from tonight’s Taraweeh.

 

All good is from Allah Ta’ala whereas mistakes are from this humble speck. May Allah Ta’ala Bless all readers, bringing you all closer to Him and His Rasul SallAllahu alaihi wasallam.  May He accept our humble efforts and grant us the capacity to be good and do good. Ameen. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Those seeking a nearness to our Beloved Prophet SallAllahu alaihiwasallam on the first night of Taraweeh of this Ramadhan would see another area sectioned off for more umbrellas to be installed,  on the eastern side of the wide courtyard facing Qibla. Salat in this section is invalidated as it is in front of the Imam, but it seems there must be wisdom in covering this area before the more frequented places. Allahu ‘Alum 

 

 

 

 

 

Brothers patiently waiting for Esha Adhan in the first Saff…. 

 

 

 

…the atmosphere was festive…workers attending to positioning extra Zamzam containers…

 

 

 

…placing additional outdoor bookcases for the fervent readers of Qur’an… 

 

 

 

…and spreading new carpets, that soon were no longer visible as brothers formed uniformed line upon line seeking the bounteous blessings of offering Taraweeh so close to our Noble Rasul SallAllahu alaihi wasallam…

 

 

 

….sisters filled their designated area inside, spilling onto the new eastern courtyard… 

 

 

 

….another new section having been just completed for the Ramadhan crowds, extending further out towards the final size this area eventually will be. Alhumdulillah this side is now open as a walkway for all, one side taped off for brothers. For the first time in about two years the doors of Abdul Aziz for brothers are functioning once more. Alhumdulillah.

 

May all seeking during this Mubarak month be rewarded with an increased Imam, a soul that is showered with Mercy, with a slate that is totally wiped and forgiven, all tasting a solace from the effort of sacrifice, a tranquility in giving, and peace in submission.  May the Ummah of Muhammad SallAllahu alaihi wasallam return to the glory that illuminated these very spaces as the noblest of mankind RadhiAllahu anhum sought the pleasure of their Lord, Subhanahu wa Ta’ala. Ameen.  

 

 

All good is from Allah Ta’ala whereas mistakes are from this humble speck. May Allah Ta’ala Bless all readers, bringing you all closer to Him and His Rasul SallAllahu alaihi wasallam.  May He accept our humble efforts and grant us the capacity to be good and do good. Ameen. 

 

 

 

Ramadhan means to be scorched, parched. Just as the sun-baked earth is cracked and shriveled with the searing heat, so it is hoped with this Mubarak month, that our sins are similarly burnt and shrivel away as our hearts and souls are subjected to this intense purification process.  

This City of Enlightenment is sizzling, literally and spiritually.

Ramadhan is also the month of the Qur’an. Jibreel Alaihis Salam was commanded to fill the horizon as he came to our Noble Nabi SallAllahu alaihi wasallam as he meditated in the Cave of Hirra, high on Jabal Nur above the Makkan valley, with the very first words of Revelation. And every subsequent year Jibreel Alaihis Salam would sit with our Beloved Prophet SallAllahu alaihi wasallam reading and listening to his recitation, with two readings in the final Ramadhan of the life of HabibuLlah SallAllahu alaihi wasallam.

The venerable Mu’adh ibn Jabal RadhiAllahu anhu tells us that he was going somewhere one day in the company of our Master, the Messenger SallAllahu alaihi wasallam: “Messenger of Allah,’ said I, ‘tell me something that will be useful for me in this world and the next, if I apply it in my life and put it into practice.’ Our Master, peace be upon him, replied: ‘If you wish to live like the blessed, to die like the martyrs, to enjoy the shade of the Throne in the heat of the Day of Ressurection and to achieve guidance out of error, then practice the recitation of the Holy Qur’an. For the Holy Qur’an is the Speech of the All-Merciful. It will being you within God’s fortress and protect you from the mischief of Satan. On the Day of the Balance, it will fill up the right scale, the good one. The most meritorious forms of worship from my Community are reading the Qur’an and acting on what they have read. Every responsible member of my Community must learn to read the Holy Qur’an, keep on reading it and make it his preoccupation.’”

May we all strive, regardless of our ability or level of recitation, to devote to this Divine Speech in these next thirty days of extreme blessing.

And repeat the words of our Noble Nabi SallAllahu alaihi wasallam: “I ask You by every name belonging to You which You have named Yourself with, or which you revealed in Your Book, or which You taught to any of Your creation, or which You have preserved in the knowledge of the Unseen with You, that You make the Qur’an the life of my heart and the light of my breast, and a departure for my sorrow and a release for my anxiety.”

I repost this chart. May it be of assistance.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Tune into the Haramain:

http://www.haramainrecordings.com/

http://muslimtents.com/iharam/madeenah.html

 

I have chosen the delightful manuscript ‘The Sanctuary it Medina’ from the Chester Beatty Library, Dublin as the Ramadhan 1429 banner.  It presents a metaphor of being intimately enclosed within a hallowed sanctuary with our Blessed Rasul SallAllahu alaihi wasallam for the next thirty days.  May his perfection seep into our hearts and souls, Ameen.

And the words of Allah Ta’ala fill the skies:  "Does anyone have a request to make, so I may grant his request? Is there anyone who wishes to repent, so that I may relent towards him and accept his repentance? Is there anyone wishing to seek forgiveness, so I may forgive him?…"

O Allah to help us fast this Ramadan in the way it pleases You the most so that we may enter Your Garden through the Gate of Ar-Rayyan, to be in the company of Your Beloved SallAllahu alahi wasallam.  

O Allah, we ask you by Your Beautiful Names and Attributes of higher rank, and by all the sincere deeds we have done, do not deprive us from his company, and do not deprive us from looking at you in Paradise. Aameen

All praise is due to Allah, who has guided us to this; and we would not have been guided, had Allah not guided us.

Wa salla Allahu `ala Nabiyyina Mohammad wa `ala ‘aalihi wa sahbihi

Insha’Allah I will attempt to post as much as is written during these days. I am attempting to file whatever posts I manage under the category of Ramadhan 1429. Insha’Allah it works, otherwise I will have to revert to the current unsatisfactory system

 Now to rush to the first night of Taraweeh in Masjid an-Nabawi!

ALLAH, on this day make my fasts the fasts of those who fast (sincerely), and my standing up in prayer of those who stand up in prayer (obediently), awaken me in it from the sleep of the heedless, and forgive me my sins , O God of the worlds, and forgive me, O one who forgives the sinners. Ramadhan Du’a day one, go to Darvish for the complete month. 

All good is from Allah Ta’ala whereas mistakes are from this humble speck. May Allah Ta’ala Bless all readers, bringing you all closer to Him and His Rasul SallAllahu alaihi wasallam.  May He accept our humble efforts and grant us the capacity to be good and do good. Ameen.