THE VEIL IS A PRIVILEGE, NOT A BURDEN

We know the veil from the antique Hellas, for instance, where the established women of society had the right to wear one, while the prostitute and the female slave had to go about bare-headed and thus unprotected against being accosted. Throughout History, noblewomen have worn veils when walking about among the lower classes, or they have hidden their faces behind fans.

The bridal veil and the nun’s habit had a similar purpose. In the New Testament, in his first letter to the Corinthians Paul states that during prayer, women should cover their head. Continue reading THE VEIL IS A PRIVILEGE, NOT A BURDEN

Evaluate your self before your death

Life is Fragile – Handle with Prayers!

Operation Death

This is the Tale of Average Man,

Who acts contrary to Allah’s Plan.

If you are reflected herein,

Then repent, and commit no sin.

 

Twas early in the morning at four,

When death knocked upon a bedroom door

‘Who is there?’ the sleeping one cried,

‘I’m Izrael, let me inside’.

 

At once, the man began to shiver,

As one sweating in deadly fever,

He shouted to his sleeping wife,

‘Don’t let him take away my life’!

 

‘Please go away, O Angel of Death!

Leave me alone, I’m not ready yet.

My family on me depends,

Give me a chance O please perpend’!

 

The Angel knocked again and again,

‘Friend, I’ll take your life without a pain.

‘Tis your soul that Allah require,

I come not with my own desire’.

 

Bewildered, the man began to cry,

‘O Angel! I’m so afraid to die.

I’ll give you gold, and be your slave,

Don’t send me to the unlit grave’!

 

‘Let me in O Friend!” the Angel said.

‘Open the door, get up from your bed,

If you do not allow me in,

I will walk through it like a Jinn’.

 

The man held a gun in his right hand’.

Ready to defy the Angel’s stand.

‘I’ll point my gun, towards your head,

You dare come in, I’ll shoot you dead’.

 

By now, the Angel was in the room,

Saying, “O Friend! Prepared for your doom.

Foolish man, Angels never die,

Put down your gun and do not sign’.

 

‘Why are you afraid! Tell me O man,

To die according to Allah’s plan?

Come, smile at me, do not be grim,

Be happy to return to Him.

 

‘O Angel! I bow my head in shame,

I had no time to take Allah’s name.

From morn till dusk, I made my wealth,

Not even caring for my health’.

 

‘Allah’s commands, I never obeyed.

Nor five times a day, I ever prayed.

A Ramadan came, and Ramadan went,

But no time had I to repent’.

 

‘The Hajj was already, incumbent on me,

But I would not part with my money.

All charities, I did ignore,

Taking usury, more and more’.

 

‘Sometimes I sipped my favorite wine

With flirting women I sat to dine.

O Angel! I appeal to you,

Spare my life for a year or two’.

 

‘The Laws of Qur’an, I will obey,

I’ll begin Salah, this very day.

My Fast and Hajj, I will complete

And keep away from self-conceit’.

 

‘I will refrain from usury,

And give all my wealth to charity

Wine and wenches, I will detest

Allah’s Oneness I will attest’.

 

‘I’m Afraid this moment is your last,

Now be reminded, more of your past.

I do understanding your fears,

But it is now too late for tears’.

 

‘We Angels do what Allah demands.

We cannot go against His commands.

Death is ordained for everyone,

Father, mother, daughter or son’.

 

‘Your two ill-gotten, female offspring,

In nightclubs, for livelihood they sing,

Instead of making more Faithfuls,

You made your children Ungrateful’.

 

‘You lived in this world, two scores or more,

Never did you, your people adore.

Your parents, you did not obey,

Hungry beggars, you turned away’.

 

‘Your ignored the Muathin’s Atha’n,

Nor did you read the Holy Qur’an.

Breaking Promises all your life,

Backbiting friends, and causing strife’.

 

‘From hoarded goods, great profits you made

And your poor workers, you underpaid.

Horses and cards were your leisure,

Moneymaking was your pleasure’.

 

‘Your ate vitamins and grew more fat.

With the very sick, you never sat.

A pint of blood, you never sat.

Which could a little baby save’.

 

‘O human you have done enough wrong.

You bought good properties for a song.

When the farmers appealed to you,

You did not have mercy, ‘tis true’.

 

‘Paradise for you? I cannot tell,

Undoubtedly you will dwell in hell.

There’s no time for your repent,

I’ll take your soul, for which I’m sent’.

 

The ending, however, is very sad,

Eventually, the man became mad.

With a cry, he jumped out of bed,

And suddenly, he fell down dead.

 

O Reader, take a moral from here,

Never know, your end may be near.

Change your living and make amends,

For heaven, on your deeds, depends.

This poem is woven around the following Qur’anic verse:

‘WHEREVER YE ARE, DEATH WILL FIND YOU OUT, EVEN IF YE ARE  IN TOWERS BUILT UP STRONG AND HIGH.”

Seeking the Truth

Salman al-Farisi

This is a story of a seeker of Truth, the story of Salman the Persian, gleaned, to begin with, from his own words:

I grew up in the town of Isfahan in Persia in the village of Jayyan. My father was the Dihqan or chief of the village. He was the richest person there and had the biggest house.

Since I was a child my father loved me, more than he loved any other. As time went by his love for me became so strong and overpowering that he feared to lose me or have anything happen to me. So he kept me at home, a veritable prisoner, in the same way those young girls were kept. Continue reading Seeking the Truth