Friday, December 31, 2004

The Prophet as a man

Anas ibn Malik: “The Prophet once passed by a woman standing near a grave and crying. He said to her: ‘Remember to be God-fearing and remain patient in your adversity.’ She said to him: ‘Leave me alone! You have not experienced the calamity I have.’ She did not recognize the Prophet. When he left, people told her who he was. Therefore, she went to see him, but she did not find any doorkeeper at his place. She said to him: ‘I did not recognize you.’ He said: ‘True patience is to persevere when the shock is fresh.’” (Related by Al-Bukahri, Muslim, Abu Dawood and Al-Tirmidhi)


We note that the Hadith does not mention the woman’s name, which suggests that she was one of the people who could not be easily recognized. In her bereavement, she did not care for words of condolence. The Prophet reminded her that a Muslim should always remain God-fearing, which is a quality that best manifests itself through adherence to Islamic teachings. Thus in any bereavement, we should remember that death is dealt by God at the time He has appointed to every one of us. Therefore, we accept it with patience. Of course we will be in grief when we lose a very close relative or friend, but the proper attitude is to resign ourselves to the loss and remain patient, praying God to shower His mercy on the deceased and to enable us to bear the loss with patience.

However, the woman in this instance was too preoccupied with her grief. It was not only that she did not recognize the Prophet; she cared nothing for his advice. Hence, her rejoinder: ‘Leave me alone! You have not experienced the calamity I have.’ No Muslim would address the Prophet in such a manner, but the woman did not recognize him. When she went later to explain, he did not rebuke her. He only offered a word of advice, telling her how to remain patient, because a Muslim should always accept with resignation and patience whatever God’s will determines.

[from an awesome series by Adil Salahi : The Prophet as a Man]

Thursday, December 30, 2004

Why do bad things happen?

Fear Allaah as he should be feared, for fear of Allaah brings more blessings and prevents afflictions. Allaah has foreordained the fate of all creatures, written down their impacts and deeds, portioned out between them their livelihood and wealth and created death and life that He may test them which of them is best in deed. Indeed, belief in Allaah's decree and preordainment is one of the pillars of faith. Nothing happens in this universe except by His will.


Innaa lillaahe wa innaa ilayhe raaji'oon.
May Allaah have mercy on the survivors and those killed in the tragedy.

Quick Post

السلام عليكم ورحمة الله وبركاته

I just wanted to share something i was reading in my science book this morning:

قال رسول الله صلى الله عليه وسلم:مثل المؤمنين في توادهم وتراحمهم وتعاطفهم كمثل الجسد إذا اشتكى منه عضو تداى له سائر بالحمى والسهر.


Qaalaa Rasoolallaah sall Allaahu alayhi wasallam:
Mithl al mu'mineen fee tawaadehim wa tarahumehim wa taa'atufehim ka mithl al jasad, idha ishtaka minhu adhu tada'aa lahu saa'iril jasad bil hummaa wa sahr

The example of mu'mineen [believers] in their mutual affection, mercy and compassion is like that of a body...if an organ is afflicted, the entire body responds with fever and sleeplessness.

I miss writing on my blog and talking to everyone...inshaAllaah please pray that I do well, NO, very very well in my exams which are starting Saturday.

I'll be baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaack after them inshaAllaah

R*A*S*H*A

Ilal liqaa

Assalaamualaykum wa rahmatu Allaah wa barakaatuh...

How are you all? Nice to see you after a loooooooooooooooooong time, it was the exams which stopped us, really...well i'm not going to see you till after March.See?
Rasha will also type to you after her exams and after March too.But I think it will be rather difficult for her because she has got to go on with her Arabic,Maths,English and e.v.s.

MASSALAMA...
and see you soon after March. in shaa Allaah
Rida, see you later!

Thursday, December 16, 2004

Act Your Age

waaaaaaaaay back when I was a precocious kid, "act your age" was the unkindest cut of all..frequently employed by omnipotent,omniscient grownups to keep one's eyes, ears and other burgeoning faculties off limits of books, adult conversations and all things interesting

[Me: when can I read/see/sit in on those?
Grown Up: when your English is better!
Me: but I'm good enough already
Grown Up: listen, you're too young to read/see/sit in on this, clear now?
We must act our age. Now clear off!]

back then, these are the three words I'd vowed Never to say. Ever.

however, i just found the wheel of time turns a full circle... after spending the better part of my weekend morning browsing news sites, forums and message boards and ...yes, bloggerdom...clicking on next blog, next blog..for a good half hour... I find myself nixing the never-ever.

i mean, life as an endless celebration of inanities?
ME!! ME!! ME!! more ME!! yet more ME!!
20, 30,40, 50 even 60 year olds acting like their brains stopped growing at age 5?

let's act our age... whatever that might be...shall we?

Rana's blood and her last supper

Translated by Saed Bannoura-IMEMC, December 15, 2004

The Last Supper 7-year-old Rana Syiam had with her family in Khan Younis, ended with blood and tears after a bullet fired by Israeli soldiers entered her head and exited to wound her father in the leg.
On Friday December, 12, 2004, an Israeli soldier fired a bullet from a sniper-rifle and killed the joy and smiles of the family when this fated bullet penetrated Rana’s head.
The family still hold on to her memories and keep her blooded clothes to remind them of their child who, was killed in cold blood. Rana did no mistake more than sitting in the dining room.
Rana’s father, Omar Syiam, 50 years old, said that a soldier fired one bullet from his sniper rifle, taking the innocent life of his child.
“Those soldiers in the military camp near here, do not differentiate between a child and an adult. What did she do to them? What crime is it to sit at home and eat dinner with your family?”, he asked.
Syaim stated that he was sitting with his wife and children in the evening when they heard gunfire, but here, in Khan Younis camp, that is an everyday event.
“Over the last four years [of Intifada], we got used to the sounds of shooting and shelling. Our home is only 600 meters away from the Naveh Dkalim settlement and its surrounding military camps”, the father added.
With his face cast down in sadness, Syaim’s eyes filled with tears and he began to describe the death of his daughter. He said that as he went to wash his hands before the meal, he felt something sticking him to his right foot,
“I screamed, help me, I am hit, and the family rushed toward me -- except Rana and her sister Hiba (6 years old). Hiba started to scream, calling her mother, and when we all rushed toward the girls, we saw Rana lying on her side, with blood flooding out of her head”.
Her father, in spite of his pain from the bullet in his leg, took his child and rushed to Nasser hospital. The hospital is only a few meters away from their home, but death, for Rana, came faster.
Rana’s mother cannot sit in the living room where her daughter was killed -- whenever she sits there, she remembers the murderous bullet which took away the innocent life of her child. But it is impossible for her to avoid – simply by looking out her window, she sees the military camp, full of soldiers resembling the “murderer” who took away the life of her beloved child.
“I saw her screaming, and falling down to the ground, she was in front of me….”, Rana’s mother cried, remembering the “little angel” removed from this world by a bullet of hatred.
The Israeli army gave no explanation for the shooting.

Source: WAFA
Innaa lillaahe wa innaa ilayhe raaji'oon

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Friday, December 10, 2004

Israeli Soldiers Shoot Boy for Fun

By Khalid Amayreh in the West Bank

A group of Israeli soldiers serving in the Gaza Strip have reportedly admitted killing a 15-year-old Palestinian in Khan Yunus for sport.

According to the Israeli newspaper Yediot Ahronoth, the incident took place in March when a group of newly graduated soldiers were on a hike near the town of Khan Yunus.

According to the report, an undisclosed number of Givati brigade soldiers shot and killed Khalid Sulaiman Mahdi while he was working with his father on their farm.
The boy's father, Sulaiman Mahdi, told the paper the killing was "just for the sake of it".
"Seven bullets pierced my son's head, so you can't talk here about a mistake or random gunfire. This was an act of direct and clear sharp shooting," he said.
"The area is wide open and contains nothing special. The only thing unusual was the shooting at us, which killed my son."


The father, Khalid, and two other sons were working in the family's field when the shooting occurred. Numerous Khan Yunus residents have been killed by Israeli forces. According to soldiers interviewed by Yediot Ahronoth, there were no operational purposes for the shooting and no justification, since the boy and his family posed no threat to the soldiers.
An Israeli army spokesman said the army had investigated the incident, but admitted that no arrests were made.
The spokesman refused to say why the soldiers concerned were not arrested or prosecuted.
Sulaiman Mahdi, who leads a simple farmer's life, said he did not plan to sue the Israeli army for his son's murder.
"I only hope the Israeli army takes care such a thing doesn't occur again. There are lots of children here who work with their parents and I hope Khalid will be the last casualty."

According to human-rights groups operating in the West Bank and Gaza Strip, the Israeli occupation army has killed hundreds of Palestinian minors, often without justification, in the course of its incursions into Palestinian population centres. The killing of innocent Palestinians by the Israeli army during the past four years has reached a worryingly frequent level, say the rights groups.
"I don't have the slightest doubt that it is a rampant phenomenon," says Basim Eid, a former field researcher for the Israeli human-rights group, BTselem and head of the East Jerusalem-based Palestinian Human Rights Monitoring Group.

If King Solomon were alive today...

By Hugh Joseph
hughjoseph@aol.com12-8-4

How does one properly react to the news of the deliberate destruction
of ancient olive trees in the disputed areas of Palestine?

http://www.palestinemonitor.org/settlements/settlers_destroy_farm_land.htm

Palestinians Die For Their Land And Olive Trees
http://www.mediamonitors.net/ramzy1.html

The olive tree is a symbol of peace.
The ancient Greeks believed that the fruit was of divine origin, and for hundreds of years, it has had perhaps the most profound impact on the life of the Palestinian people. With its many different products, from olives, to oil, to soaps and woods, this tree is a major underpinning of the cultural, social, religious and economic life of the region, contributing heavily to the Palestinian economy.

It was perhaps inevitable that the Israeli settlers would eventually begin cutting down the olive trees in order to force the Palestinian to abandon his land. It is the equivalent of poisoning a well, or killing farm animals, or burning down houses. If the thing your life depends on is destroyed, then, your life is destroyed.

Unfortunately, those settlers whose claim to this disputed land is allegedly based on the Bible, and who destroy this sacred tree, have not taken the time to study the Torah.

In the Book of Deuteronomy 20.19, we find these instructions:

"When you lay siege to a city for a long time, fighting against it to capture it, do not destroy its trees by putting an ax to them, because you can eat their fruit. Do not cut them down. Are the trees of the field people, that you should besiege them? However, you may cut down trees that you know are not fruit trees and use them to build siege works until the city at war with you falls."

How clear is that? Do not cut down the trees, especially the fruit-bearing trees. Obviously, the olive trees are not being cut down to build "siege works", and even for this purpose are they also off limits. So what gives? A simple act of hate, aimed at inflicting additional pain and injury on the Palestinians?

I confess that I was greatly pained to learn of the deliberate hacking down of so many olive trees-in the Holy Land, no less-that would so bountifully bless anyone who cared enough to tend them and harvest their fruits.

Recently, I was reminded of the wisdom of Solomon, and, reflecting on one incident recorded in the Book of 1 Kings, I was shown a way to understand what I was seeing.

In this remarkable story, told in verses 16-28 of Chapter 3, two women appeared before King Solomon. They had lived together, had been pregnant and had recently delivered each a baby. One of the babies had died. Now, both women claimed that the surviving baby was hers, and that the dead baby belonged to the other.

In his great wisdom, Solomon asked that a sword be brought, that the baby be divided in two, and that one half be given to each of the women. Upon hearing this edict, one of the women declared, "Let it be neither mine nor thine, but divide it."
"Then spake the woman whose the living child was unto the king, for her bowels yearned upon her son, and she said, O my lord, give her the living child, and in no wise slay it."
"Then the king answered and said, Give her the living child, and in no wise slay it: she is the mother thereof."

Solomon knew that the real mother would never be able to tolerate seeing her son cut up. She would prefer to give him up voluntarily so that he would live, rather than see him killed. However, not so the other woman. Since the baby was not hers, she would prefer that no one have him and that he be killed.

Reflecting on this story helped me to understand that the plight of the olive trees meant that it is really the Palestinian who belongs to this land, and the land to him.
No Palestinian would cut down an olive tree. It is his life and he is too intimately bound up with the olive trees to chop them down in so shameless a manner. In contrast, Jewish settlers arriving from Russia and America, many of whom probably never saw an olive tree before arriving in Israel, cannot possibly understand the significance of this tree, the relationship between the tree and the land, and the relationship that exists between the tree, the land and the real people of the land. Only the real people of the land could understand these things.

In similar fashion, the life of the Red Indian of North America depended on the multitude of wild buffalo that roamed the plains. He took only what he needed for his survival. However, the newly minted cowboys would shoot the buffalo from the windows of their passing train and leave them rotting on the plain. By killing off the buffalo, he destroyed the Indian. The land came with the buffalo. The buffalo came with the land. The Indian understood this and respected and protected this relationship for hundreds, if not thousands of years. He could not love and worship the land without loving the buffalo, nor could he love the buffalo without worshiping the land that gave it. All three were inextricably bound up.

If King Solomon were alive today, and the two warring camps appeared before him, each claiming ownership of the land of Palestine, he might experience a momentary feeling of deja-vu, and would remember the two women with the baby, whom he judged so many years ago. This time, he would demand that, instead of a sword, axes be brought, and he would order that all of the olive trees of Palestine be cut down.

"Yes, O King." One party would say. "Let all the trees be cut down, so that they be neither ours, nor theirs."

"No, my Lord." The other party would reply. "Let them have the land and all the trees on it. Only, please do not cut down the trees. Let them have the trees and all the land that goes with them. But in no wise, cut them down."

Smiling knowingly, the wise Solomon would say, "Give the land to the party that cherishes the olive trees, for the trees come with the land, and the land comes with the trees. They are the rightful owners.

Friday, December 03, 2004

The Two Brothers Who Never Fought

The names of Hasan and Hussain are so closely linked in people's minds that many people believe they were twins. But the truth is that the love between them was even stronger than the love between twins.

The difference in age between them was less than a year and Hasan was not yet able to speak properly, they were inseparable; they ate together, they played together, they shared the same memories and they went to the same places.

One of the things which increased their love for each other was that they lived in the shelter of two loving fathers, and there is no doubt that the love of two fathers for each of them and the esteem of two fathers for each of them and the fine family atmosphere in which they lived had a great effect on the love of the two for each other.

Hasan and Hussain, were almost never separated, so much so that many ahadeeth do not mention Hasan without mentioning HUssain.

Allaah's Messenger said: Hasan and Hussain are the masters of the young men of Paradise

One day, they went out and they went far from their house and lost their way; their mother was frantic because of their absence, fearing that some danger had befallen them. So,she hastened to Allaah's Messenger, crying and said: Hasan and Hussain have gone out and I do not know where they have gone.

He replied: Verily, He who has created them is Kinder and MOre Caring towards them than you are. Then he supplicated Allaah to protect them. After a while he was informed that they were found asleep in each others arms.The Prophet knelt down to them and kissed them , then he carried Hasan on his right shoulder and Hussain on his left and said: By Allaah! I will watch you over as Allaah subhaana hu wa ta'aala has watched over you.

As he was walking he met Abu Bakr , who said to him: Yaa Rasoolallaah!Let me carry one of the boys and lighten the load for you. But Allaah's Messenger replied:

What an excellent load is theirs and what excellent riders they are!

Child companions around the Prophet, sall Allaahu alayhi wassallam: Darussalaam Research



Thursday, December 02, 2004

Kids from ...er..another planet

Question to Kids: Do You Get Along With Your Siblings???

A sample of the answers:
"me and bro never hardly ever talk, and when we do its because were fighting."
"haha..i wrote never hardly ever....i was going to write never talk and then i chnaged my mind.whatever."

"i docuz i don't live with themhethat's probably why
"Usually. If we're not home, we'll get along great...She tells me waay too much information though and asks me too many questions."

"my sister and i squabbled a LOT, we didnt hate each other but we were pretty moody around each other. but when she went off to college, we got a along a lot better, and shes moved out, and we're good friends now."

"Hmm...me and my brother get along fine most of the time. However, when we fight, we fight HARD.I still have a scar. "

"Oh yeah, if my sister and I fight, we can get on the floor and have like wrestling matches.. hahaha. I have so many scars.We were waay worse when we were younger though. She tried to kill me a bunch."


"Just an hour ago, my brother and I fought over who had the most round edged ice cube."

"The other day we went out for Chinese food.. just the two of us.. and we fought over who got more broccoli in ours and I don't even like broccoli."

"Yeah, like 90% of the things we fight over i don't even want. I just don't want my brother to have it because he gets smug."

"We're pretty close, But we don't live together."

"we cant stand eachother"

The worst four words

The worst four words in the English language:
S/he started it first.

Enough said ;)




*Biff* **Pow** CRASh***

"What do I do ??"
By Shirley KIng

Bill Cosby once said, "You aren't really a parent until you've had your second child." Parents of one child won't really understand this. Parents of two or more children will relate to this statement immediately. He was referring to the seemingly constant bickering and fighting between brothers and sisters.

However, having more than one child can provide opportunities for them to learn many things. They are learning how to share, how to be a friend, how to love and get along with others, and how to cooperate among themselves in relation to their brothers and sisters. There are many positive aspects to family life with more than one child, although many parents would say, "Not in my family!".
This continual fighting between siblings is one of the major frustrations parents have. They feel that nothing they are doing is working. Parents' typical reactions to fighting include: screaming "Shut-up! You're driving me crazy!", taking sides, threats, accusations, dismissing negative feeling, and solving children's problems for them. All of these reactions only add fuel to the fire.
Instead of reacting to the fighting, parents can choose to be pro-active. They can stay out of the fights in a nonjudgemental way. Children need to be able to settle things for themselves. Parents can teach negotiation skills later during a calm period. Teach your child to say "I'll give you these blocks for those." This will help them learn win-win skills that will be there when they are needed now, and useful in the future.
Another thing parents can do is show confidence that their children will work things out. "I see two children and one doll, and I know you two can work things out together so both of you are happy." Believe it and walk out of the room. You'll be surprised.
Or, the parent can get down on the children's level and lovingly put a hand out. They will give you the toy. Carol DeVeny, a local daycare owner, was skeptical at first. However, she reported that the two toddlers stopped the fight, gave her the toy, and said "We share, Mommy." Carol said it brought tears to her eyes to see this.
And finally, parents need to remember to affirm and accept feeling. All feelings are O.K., but not all actions are. A parent can say, "You felt very angry at your sister because she broke your truck. You can tell her with words, not hitting." Keep in mind that the bad feelings need to come out before we can get to the good feelings.
When parents react to hostility with hostility, they are unwittingly promoting sibling rivalry. Future generations will need the skills of negotiation and cooperation in their businesses and personal relationships. Parents can begin now to teach their children these important skills. Think about what an incredible difference this can make in their lives!

I was 16, going on 104

The Game
I face this game where stakes are high
one wrong move means I could die.

This game of mine is a daily fight
I play it each day with all my might.

In this game I can’t run away,
the best I can do is beat this, play by play.

In this game I struggle quite a bit,
but through it all I’ll never quit.

This game I play is very tough
Its effort to destroy me will never be enough.

In this game I have to pray
to help me get through every day.

This game I play can deter.
This game I play is known as cancer.

Casey, age 12

16 Going on 104
When I heard the words I wanted to cry.My heart fell to my stomach.I thought I would die.For my life would no longer soar.I was now 16 going on 104.

With a snap of a pictureMy whole life turned around.The word “cancer” took over andthrew my heart to the ground.I felt as though life had slammed the doorand I was 16 going on 104.

My mind and my body ached deeply with pain.I cried out for help. My tears fell like rain.There were times I thought I could take no more.I was 16 but felt 104.

My perception had changed. My mind had grown.Fear and confusion were all I had known.It no longer mattered whether rich nor poor.I was 16 but now 104.

Every day that I suffered someone was always there, In my heart or in flesh to let me know that they cared.The words of comfort were loud as a roarAnd they helped meAs I went from 16 to 104.

So if someone would askI would honestly have to say,If I could plan my lifeI would plan it the same way.
And all the physical painCould never compare to the friendshipsI’ve gained in this emotional affair.So in this poem I let my heart pour,For I am not only 16 but also 104.

Andi, age 16

Courtesy: Joy on the Journey by Judy Wagner, MS LBSW, CCLS
Judy Wagner is Vice President of Mission Services, Mercy Regional Health Center, 1823 College Ave., Manhattan, KS 66502; 785-323-6707.
As I reflect on my own life journey, I find myself remembering moments I shared with others at different times in my life. Some of those memories bring a smile or a laugh; others bring sadness or even tears. Our individual journeys in life are not easy, and we each struggle with various challenges. I have learned from children with life-threatening illnesses that finding joy amidst our struggles is simple if you put your faith and trust in God and accept that what will be, will be. We need to celebrate the little things in life, and focus on what we need rather than what we want.
For over 10 years, I worked as a child life specialist in pediatrics at the largest medical center in Kansas. My kids and I often wrote poetry to help us understand how to cope with the uncertainties of cancer and what might lie ahead. In their poetry, they shared their fears, triumphs, and dreams. I made a promise to those kids that I would share their poetry and one day publish their work. I hope that as you read their poems, you will see how these children were able to find hope, even when their situation appeared hopeless. Some of the kids I have known died, but they have left a legacy about finding joy on the journey.