Assalamu Alaikum, again, and Ramadan Mubarak.

Experiences, Ramadan, Thoughts and Ideas

Bismillahi Ar Rahmani Ar Raheem

My life has changed since I last updated this blog…7 years ago! I completed my Master’s in Public Health, got married, and have two beautiful little girls, alhamdulillah.

This blog has been waiting too long. It has garnered quite a bit of attention, and I have not been doing my part in paying that attention. Forgive me.

We are in unprecedented times to be sure. It is Ramadan, 1441, and we are in the middle of the SARS-COV-2 Pandemic. Most of the Muslims around the world are doing their part by staying indoors and avoiding large gatherings, even if it means not praying together.

This year, Mecca is empty. Masjids are silent. The doors to our homes are decidedly shut. And we mourn the absence of a Ramadan of a which we’re fond.

We miss iftars and suhoors with our friends and families. We miss taraweeh and halaqas (religious discussions) with our communities and the sense of unity we get entering the masjid and praying together.

So what are we to do? Is it wrong to grieve the social aspect of Ramadan?

I think that for some of us Ramadan has become simply a social event. A time of year that has become synonymous with iftar parties and suhoor runs to pancake houses with friends, the effort to make the external fast the primary one. There is, in my opinion, a loss of internal reflection and contemplation.

I think the ugly truth is that the distractions of social events serve to facilitate the passing of an admittedly difficult month. In our little community here in Maryland, Ramadan was split into four or five iftar parties. One or two each weekend until Eid. Oddly enough, of the people present at these gatherings, not all pray Maghrib after breaking their fast, and fewer still attend taraweeh.

Now, take away the parties, the gatherings, the veritable celebration of food, and its already difficult. But now remove even the chance for community taraweeh, which is a blessed Sunnah of the Prophet (SAW), not a fard, and Ramadan hardly seems recognizeable.

But look at this.

Zaid ibn Thabit related in Bukhari:

“The Prophet ﷺ took a room made of date palm leaves mats in the mosque. Allah’s Messenger ﷺ prayed in it for a few nights till the people gathered [to pray the Tarawih prayer behind him]. Then on the 4th night the people did not hear his voice and they thought he had slept, so some of them started humming in order that he might come out. The Prophet ﷺ then said, ‘You continued doing what I saw you doing till I was afraid that this [Tarawih prayer] might be enjoined on you, and if it were enjoined on you, you would not continue performing it. Therefore, O people! Perform your prayers at your homes, for the best prayer of a person is what is performed at his home except the compulsory congregational) prayer.'” seeker’s guidance

After this, the taraweeh prayers were offered by the Prophet  (SAW) and his companions  individually. The custom of a community gathering for taraweeh facilitates the establishment of a Muslim community in an increasingly anti-religious and hedonistic world. However, it has become important for reasons different from its initial practice, and we should be careful to change the things dear to The Prophet (SAW), for they are also dear to Allah (SWT).

The importance of taraweeh is what we bring to it. I remember Ramadans of my youth, being shuffled somewhat forcibly by my parents into the car to attend taraweeh. The spirituality of the act was lost, and most of it felt tedious. But now, due to the pandemic, being forced to pray taraweeh at home feels different.

I am not rushing to the mosque and scrambling to find parking. I’m not distracted by the arrival of my friends or the constant chatter of the women and children around me. I’m not inwardly or outwardly complaining of how hot I feel, surrounded by hundreds of others in a room where there are no windows and only a few fans. I am not trying to ignore the headache coming on because of it, so soon after breaking my fast.

I’m at home. I can take a break and eat or drink something if I wish. I can open a window or turn on the fan. I can look forward to listening or reading the Qur’an and actually have the headspace to contemplate the meaning. I can spend time with my husband, and discuss the Qur’an with him. I can pray taraweeh with him.

So, no, Ramadan is not like it was last year. It can be even better. Without the parties, gatherings, and mechanical community taraweeh, it is just me and Allah.

Our Beloved Prophet Muhammad SAW said:

“Allah said: ‘Every deed of the son of Adam is for him except fasting; it is for Me and I shall reward for it’” Bukhaari 1761, Muslim 1946

Ramadan is between you and Allah. Fasting is for Allah. The abstinence of worldly needs, such as eating, drinking, and sex is routine. But the loss of other distractions such as entertainment in various forms (seeing movies, carefree shopping, and eating at restaurants), not being able to gather in groups for any reason, forces us to realize that Allah has given us a rare chance.

It is the chance to reconnect with Allah in a new way, without the usual distractions. Soon, inshaAllah, the Pandemic will be over, and we will reunite with our friends and family with joy, and also resume our daily routines. But for now, in this blessed month, its vital to take advantage of the solitude and absorb the true nature of Ramadan. Contemplate and learn your religion. Improve your relationship with the people you live with. Improve your relationship with Allah by fasting and praying with sincerity. Go to websites such as LaunchGood, and donate to a worthy cause as often as you can. Be grateful. Be grateful for everything Allah has given you.

You grieve the loss of certain freedoms because Allah had given them to you in abundance.

“And verily, We gave Luqman wisdom, saying: Give thanks unto Allah; and whosoever giveth thanks, he giveth thanks for the good of his own soul. And whosoever refuseth-Lo! Allah is Absolute, Owner of Praise.” Quran; 31:12

And Allah Knows Best.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Weakness of Emaan (Faith) & its Cures – Yusha Evens

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“Hasan Al Basri (rahimullah) said that Emaan is not the substance of your hopes and wishes. It is not just what you aspire to be. You can aspire to be the best Muslim that you want to be. You can dream about making salah all day long. You can dream about Qiyam-ul-Layl all day long, and dream about being the best Muslim (sic). But that’s not Emaan. He (Hasan al Basri) said Emaan is what settles itself in the qalb (Arabic for heart), and then becomes manifested through the actions. ”

Emaan is 3 parts.
1. Belief
2. Belief that is affirmed in the heart
3. Belief that is affirmed in the heart, and then manifested through actions.

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WUDU. The right (and only) way.

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I want to talk to my Sunday school teachers and ask them why they didn’t teach us to make wudu like this, but it would be wrong to blame anyone except myself.

I found this a year or more ago and then somehow could not find it again. Today I stumbled across it on Facebook, Alhamdulillah.

Seriously, as Muslims we make wudu at least 4 times a day, more if we need to. We forget that without it, salah (prayer) is not accepted. Not only that, we forget, as one of the brothers in the video point out, that wudu is PART of Salah. It IS ibadah (worship).

So instead of splashing around in the sink and snorting and gargling…take a look, man!

SubhanAllah. Look how Shaykh Khatri slows down. Pours his water from a pitcher (controlling how much you use and decreasing the waste of water). Look how much…

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Fasting in Ramadan; Answering the Question ‘Why?’

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Bismillahi Ar Rahmani Ar Rahim

Assalaamu Alaikum & Ramadan Kareem

I think every Muslim blogger at some point has a ‘why do Muslims fast’ post. So I’m just fulfilling my duty, but in a different way. I won’t go into the hows’ and the whens’ and the whats’. My question is posed to myself…why do I fast? Is it habit? After so many years of practicing Islam and taking part in Ramadan? Have I lost the reasoning or have I never noticed until now?

I’ve made so many mistakes this year, subhanAllah. So many errors and misjudgements. May Allah forgive me,  Ameen. But I have also grown closer to Islam. Alhamdulillah. There was a time in my life not very long ago that the mention of seeking Islamic knowledge would give me anxiety and a sense of severe insecurity.  One of the biggest blessings Allah has ever given me, as far as I…

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Tiny Changes

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Tonight, while cooking dinner at the end of a very long day, I went to my Pandora app on my phone and tapped one of my custom radio stations.

But, while chopping vegetables, I realized that I wasn’t feeling all that great about Bruce Springsteen as I used to.

In fact, on the way to the animal shelter a few days ago, another artist I used to like was, at that moment, causing me a great deal of ache in my head  (see what I did there?) the sound was echoing weirdly and it just fhjghrjkh gw hoijdsijfhdbjh.

Tonight, what I actually wanted to listen to was a series on Muhammad (Peace be upon him), whilst dicing up the celery and stripping the chicken of the fat.

Now, before you go all crazy and tell me, “now, Nesha, things like that are not meant to be used as background noise…tsk…

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Boston Aftermath Commentary

Experiences, Thoughts and Ideas

Bismillahi Ar Rahman Ir Rahim

I’m a Muslim and I’ve lived in America for 23 years. I’ve watched people I’ve known and loved be wrongfully accused, threatened, harassed, and even deported. I’ve been called bad names. The front of my masjid was destroyed by an angry man after 9/11. My fellow Muslims in countries such as Iraq, Afghanistan, Palestine, Syria, Egypt, and Yemen have been victims of acts of terrorism, genocide, corrupt governments, desperate measures, and a severe and humiliating lack of understanding and dialogue. Yet, all of us…ALL OF US…DO NOT tolerate acts of violence against innocent civilians. It’s terrifying when what we see on the news all over the world hits us at home. I’m not sure I believe everything the news is saying, but what I do believe in is patience and good will. I believe that God is All-Merciful, All-Knowing, The Wise. I love my family, my friends, and I love the opportunities I’ve received while living in America. I’ve become a stronger, more dedicated Muslim, and I’ve been so blessed with the peace and stability I’ve enjoyed here. But let’s not forget those who suffer everyday without a voice, without peace, without stability, where acts like those that happened on Monday are frequent, deadlier, and rarely talked about.

Forget the religion, race, gender, politics of the person responsible for the Boston attacks for now. Right now, let’s just be humans helping humans, getting past this and helping one another for the sake of whatever any of us believes in. Later, when things we have settled and we’re no longer in a panic, let’s worry about the semantics and the politics. And use the ties we’ve made in helping one another to allow wisdom and reflection in to our dialogues. Turning tragedy in to progress and progress in to peace and understanding should be the only goal here. That being said, I disagree wholeheartedly with the way the media portrays tragedies like this. Don’t believe in everything you hear and see on TV, don’t be quick to accept what is shown. Don’t fall for loaded questions and loaded statements and propaganda. Focus on rebuilding after a storm instead of yelling at the sky.

Let us rely on Allah’s Infinite Wisdom and pray that He keeps our Imans strong and resilient during this time of difficulty. May Allah keep all innocent civilians safe from the actions of reckless and thoughtless individuals and increase understanding between communities so that we may live in peace and understanding. May Allah increase us in noor, Iman, ilm, and give us steadfastness in all that pleases Him, give us piety and patience, and give us Jannah. Ameen.

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“Allah `azza wa jall said: ‘Verily, from amongst My slaves is he whose faith cannot be rectified except by being inflicted with poverty, and were I to enrich him, it would surely corrupt him. Verily, from amongst My slaves is he whose faith cannot be rectified except by wealth and affluence, and were I to deprive him, it would surely corrupt him. Verily, from amongst My slaves is he whose faith cannot be rectified except by good health, and were I to make him sick, it would surely corrupt him. Verily, from amongst My slaves is he whose faith cannot be rectified except by disease and illness, and were I to make him healthy, it would surely corrupt him. Verily, from amongst My slaves is he who seeks worship by a certain act but I prevent that from him so that self-amazement does not enter his heart. Certainly, I run…

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Imam Suhaib Webb on CBS’s Face of the Nation

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http://www.cbsnews.com/video/watch/?id=50143922n&tag=api

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Assalamu Alaikum

Bismillahi Ar Rahmani Ar Rahim

You’ve probably noticed by now that a lot of the content on my blog is a bit melancholy. Whether that turns you off or not isn’t the point; it’s just that this blog picked up speed during a time in my life where…well…due to a lot of circumstances, I guess I lost the meaning of the emotion.

I’m not emo! Please, don’t think that. I’m just one of those people who thinks too much, over-analyzes, and then analyzes the analyzations (why does this word look weird).

Happiness.

Sometimes, I think that there really isn’t such a feeling. I suppose, I feel that that it’s sort of a morsel, something tasty, tied at the end of a fishing pole and attached to our heads. We follow it, chase it, like one of those cartoons of dogs who are forever chasing a bone, but never…

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