Sunday, November 6, 2005 - lessons

Posted by ummbilal

jazakallah khair sister, some very nice lesson plans and ideas.

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Tuesday, September 12, 2006 - Giving without reserve

Posted by Anonymous

It is with reticence that I write this. I do not wish to place myself on the moral high ground or to sermonise anyone. This chapter tries to show the truth and importance of dreaming of our Holy Prophet Muhammad (sallal-laahu 'alay-hi wa-sallam). These words seek to confirm that ours is a Prophet of Mercy, a Witness, and a Bearer of Good Tidings. It also aims to portray the consequence of du’aa in the Masjid al-Haram. It is moreover meant as a method of encouragement for our children to some day continue with the Prophetic Tradition of raising an orphan for the sake of Allah, The One of Unbounded Grace. So that they may by this means know that there is more to life than just prayer and fasting. And that they should give of themselves unreservedly. That they might through it also, temper their adhkaar with compassion. We were asleep at the Mashrabiyya Hotel in Khalid bin Walid Street in Shubayka, Makkah al-Mukarramah when, by the Mercy of Allah, I had the most beautiful dream. I saw myself standing in the holy presence of our Truthful Prophet Muhammad (sallal-laahu 'alay-hi wa-sallam). Our Prophet (sallal-laahu 'alay-hi wa-sallam) was spotlessly dressed in white robes and a white turban. I stared aghast. Our Prophet (sallal-laahu 'alay-hi wa-sallam) stood about two meters away and faced me directly. I do not have the words with which to suitably portray this most wonderful man, the Seal of the Prophets (sallal-laahu 'alay-hi wa-sallam). I have never seen anyone so unimaginably holy, so indescribably handsome. I reached for my turban, embarrassed for not wearing it. “Leave it,” I said to myself. “You are in the Company of the Prize of creation.” A brilliance shone from our Guided Prophet (sallal-laahu 'alay-hi wa-sallam). Our Prophet (sallal-laahu 'alay-hi wa-sallam) smiled at me. I wished that the dream would last forever. The heavenly smile lasted between ten and fifteen minutes, it felt like. Alhamdu-lillaah. I had never considered myself deserving of such an enormous honour. “What does that smile mean?” I asked myself over and over again. Part of my da'waat in the Holy Mosque in Mecca, was to ask Allah, The One Who Makes Clear to us His signs so that we may be grateful, to Grant to ourselves the opportunity and blessings of raising an orphan for His sake. My wife and I had, over a number of years, tried to adopt a baby by applying at several local agencies, and were given all sorts of excuses which disqualified, and sometimes discouraged us. Reasons given were that we were not married according to South African law, that few babies from local Muslim parents came up for adoption, and the fact that we have children of our own. We were also faced with, what was to my mind, the worse aspect of the South African race laws. These regulations and those administering it, in this case, the social workers, prescribed that a ‘brown’ orphaned child had to be matched with ‘brown’ adoptive parents. A ‘yellow’ baby could only be placed with prospective ‘yellow’ adoptive parents, a ‘white’ orphan could not be raised by ‘black’ adoptive parents, and so on. They played dominoes with human lives. Some social workers were more ready to read the ‘race act’ than others. In an interview and in response to a question on whether we would mind adopting a child from a 'lower rung' of the colour scale, I told them that “a nice green one would do.” A jab to my ribs from my wife quickly halted the acid flow down the sides of my mouth. Stirring the ire of our then masters by criticising their political beliefs would not help, she meant. “When the white boss tells a joke, and regardless of its lack of humour – laugh!” she chided me later. Race inequalities existing at the time ensured that hundreds of black orphans went begging in more ways than one. It virtually excluded us from adopting a child. No orphans that matched our race and blood mix were on offer and they weren’t likely to easily present themselves for adoption, we were told. My wife is of Indian (as in “Indian” from India, as opposed to “American” Indian) stock and I am of (well) mixed blood. On the morning of Wednesday, 1st June 1994, just three days after arriving back home from Haj, we received a telephone call from Melanie Van Emmenes of the Child Welfare Society. She explained that a five-month old girl had come up for adoption. The baby had earlier undergone successful abdominal surgery and she asked whether we would adopt the child. We jumped at the chance. A rush of adrenaline replaced the after-effects of travel. We were re-energised. Capetonians usually visit local pilgrims before departure and also on their arrival back home. We excused ourselves from the few visitors and asked my mother-in-law to host them in our absence. My wife and I immediately went to the Adoption Centre in Eden Road, Claremont. We signed the necessary papers. Afterwards, we told our children that we were about to receive an addition to the family. We plodded through a maze of red tape in order to legalise the process. (My wife and I had to marry in court because Muslim marriages were not recognised then, believe it or not). A few days later, my wife, brother and I collected the petite infant from a foster-mother in Newfields Estate. I shall never forget the joyous feeling when I first carried the frail waif past the front door. Her name is Makkia. We named her after the great city from which we had just returned. Taking her into our home is one of the better things that we have done. Makkia has added a marvellous dimension to our lives. She is part of our life’s work. I shall always be grateful to the people who had assisted us with the adoption. The meaning behind the glowing smile from our Trustworthy Prophet Muhammad (sallal-laahu 'alay-hi wa-sallam) had played itself out in the most delightful way. How does one express gratitude to the Holy Messenger of Allah (sallal-laahu 'alay-hi wa-sallam) for his kind intervention? In Our Prophet (sallal-laahu 'alay-hi wa-sallam) we have a beautiful pattern of conduct. Like a lamp that spreads light, the Messenger of Allah (sallal-laahu 'alay-hi wa-sallam) invites to the Grace of Allah by His leave. Weighing any other form of creation against our Prophet Muhammad (sallal-laahu 'alay-hi wa-sallam) is a meaningless exercise, I have come to realise. I am unworthy of untying the laces of our Prophet’s sandals. Allah, The One Who Is Sufficient For those who put their trust in Him, Had Granted our want through the barakah of our Beloved Prophet Muhammad (sallal-laahu 'alay-hi wa-sallam).

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Sunday, September 24, 2006 - Untitled Comment

Posted by Management, HSB

Jesus Christ alone created all animals. He even created you. Read God's word, the bible. It is the one way to eternal life. Islam is a lie; it's not truth. Satan would love for you to believe he created everything but he is an imposter. Jesus is the one true God. Please heed this; your salvation depends on it. Research it...don't just swallow Islam.

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