Paki! June 21, 2008Posted by Muhajirah in General, Random Musings.
The other day I was walking home when someone called me a paki and continued to shout it as I walked down the street.
The irony of the incident was that the one shouting paki was not only one herself but probably more ‘paki-fied’ than me.
On a serious note I think (Muslim) kids these days are well messed up. They’ve got no manners or anything. I think some parents really need to get their acts together, cos in the cases I have seen, kids lack the characteristics that are befitting of a muslim cos either (a) they get it from their parents (b) parents don’t make an effort to ensure that their children are good mannered or (c) parents don’t have control over their kids or discipline them appropriately when they act like prats.
When I see a Muslim on the street walking as tho he’s 50 cent (or whoever) not showing an ounce of humility and talking like a wannabe gansta I feel like going up to him and giving him a good smack. These guys have left the best of creation as thier role model opting istead for some kaffir nobody…
Urgh, it’s so annoying to see Muslims acting like idiots!
Ahmad bin ‘Humble’ and the ‘Muhammadis’ April 22, 2008Posted by Muhajirah in General, Random Musings, Uni.
Whilst searching on Shaykh Google about a certain tree that the Arabs used to venerate during the time of Muhammad ibn Abdul-Wahhab I came across this which I found hilarious:
Secondly the wahabi school of thought may Allah bless them with paradise. They follow a sheikh whos name is Muhammad ibn Abdul Wahab who follows imam Ahmad Bin Humble may peace be on his soul. So the thing that hits me is that they call us deobandis wahabis, but in reality they should be calling the people who follow imam ahmad bin humble not wahabis, but mohammadis. Im a deoband scholar and ill speak on behave of not the wahabis like you state, mohammadis now ibne means son ibne abdul wahab which means son of wahab so it only leaves you with not wahabi,but mohammadi.
Man, I thought my dissertation didn’t make sense!
Anyway, Imam Ahmad rocked! One heck of a scholar! Go read his biography, it’ll make u cry. And Muhammad ibn Abdul-Wahhab, a reviver of the deen, good and proper! Very cool indeed! May Allah grant them both Firdaws al-A’la…
Btw du’as requested. Jazak’Allah khayr!
Wa alaykum as-salaam
Pensiveness February 25, 2008Posted by Muhajirah in Random Musings, Reflections.
I’m really bored at the moment. I could go to sleep or do some work, but I think I’ll remain bored for a while longer.
Its ages since I blogged, and the only reason I’m blogging now is cos I’m bored.
Just watched a programme about this sex change sickness that’s going on in Iran. I was horrified!
I was listening to some Qur’an earlier (surat al-Munafiqun, recited by Sh. Mahir al-Mu’ayqali). I understood a couple of ayaat and it really hit me! Reading the translation is absolutely nothing compared to understanding the arabic. It just affects you in a different way.
I hate people who can speak arabic but are arrogant about it and/or don’t realise how blessed they are.
I miss Makkah
…I miss Medina more.
Sometimes when I’m listening to Sh. Mu’ayqali’s recitation I can almost imagine myself back there. I just close my eyes and picture it in my head. It makes me feel better, at least until I open my eyes again.
Sometimes bad things happen to good people and it’s really hard not to feel angry/bitter/resentful about it, but you just have to put your trust in Allah and accept it.
I wanna do so many things in my life but none of them seem possible.. I should either be more realistic, or find the courage to realise my dreams.
Something that cheers me up is being around good people. Thing is there’s not many of them around.
Today someone made my day by making dua that Allah grants me a 1st (though i would have much preferred it if they asked Allah to grant me Jannah).
I should tell my friends how much they mean to me but I don’t.
I should thank Allah more as well, but I don’t…
The thing is, I never learn… January 7, 2008Posted by Muhajirah in General, Random Musings, Uni.
Firstly, can I just say that Wikipedia rocks! Like i’m wondering if they had students in mind when they made it…
I’m also wondering if sticking a massive long bibliography – half of the books of which I didn’t even read or use, but have included them to make it look like I have- at the end of the my essay to add to my very lacking word count is a good idea.
I’m also trying to think of other ways to increase my word count. So far I have:
– Ignored the fact that I have 3,000 word essay in for tomorrow, hoping that it’ll get written itself.
When I realised that wasn’t going to work I resorted to
– Making stuff up
– Blagging, until I can blag no more
– Un-abbreviated all abbreviated words.
Any other suggestions? Cos i’m really struggling (can you tell?)
ARGH !! November 30, 2007Posted by Muhajirah in General, Random Musings, Uni.
Really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really [times a gazzilion] …
Please pray that Allah gives me a brain and that somehow over night I become super duper clever, or at least clever enough to understand stupid politics and international relations, that i’m able to write this even stupidier essay that I have no clue about and that I get through this year without having a mental break down (oh, and actually pass aswell).
If you could actually just stop for a second now and make a dua I would be soo grateful…
JazaakAlllah khaire, may Allah grant all those who make dua for me firdaws al a’laa (=P)
Wa alaikum as salaam
The Heinz Dilemma: Morality Test July 15, 2007Posted by Muhajirah in General, Random Musings.
A woman was near death from a special kind of cancer. There was one drug that the doctors thought might save her. It was a form of radium that a druggist in the same town had recently discovered. The drug was expensive to make, but the druggist was charging ten times what the drug cost him to produce. He paid $200 for the radium and charged $2,000 for a small dose of the drug. The sick woman’s husband, Heinz, went to everyone he knew to borrow the money, but he could only get together about $ 1,000 which is half of what it cost. He told the druggist that his wife was dying and asked him to sell it cheaper or let him pay later. But the druggist said: “No, I discovered the drug and I’m going to make money from it.” So Heinz got desperate and broke into the man’s store to steal the drug for his wife.
Should Heinz have broken into the laboratory to steal the drug for his wife? Why or why not?
Nostalgia… June 18, 2007Posted by Muhajirah in General, Random Musings, Reflections.
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When I was a kid, during the summer I spent my whole day outside, playing with friends. I would wake up in the morning and rush straight outside, only coming back in when my mum called me in to eat, then I’d be back outside again until late.
I remember our games of hide and seek, football and rounders. We had massive (and I mean massive) water fights, played (our own version of) gladiators, knock a door run, and other dumb games. We’d tell each other ghost stories, made treasure trails and catch insects, bees and wasps in a jar just for fun. We’d stick a drinking bottle or an empty can of coke at the back of our bikes (where the back tyre is), so it’d make a loud noise (like a motorbike) when we rode it, then we’d stay out till late riding our bikes, not thinking that we might be disturbing people’s sleep. I actually remember my first bike, I can’t remember where I got it from, but it was this tiny mashed up little thing with only one stabaliser on. While the rest of my friends played hide and seek or something I would ride around my street on my own, again and again and again…
We dug holes in our gardens looking for treasure. We’d crush berries and leaves mixed in mud to make a ‘stew’ and then serve it on leaves. We’d snap branches off trees and make bow and arrows out of them. We’d burn our names onto a leaf using a magnifying glass. We’d jump up and down in my garden and then watch the ants come out from the crack in the paving. We crawled in bushes, sometimes for fun and sometimes cos we’d hit our tennis ball in them and would end up spending half a day looking for it. We did some stupid stuff like light small fires (and I mean very small just in case ur thinking we were arsonist lol), we would go and collect all the rubbish in our street to burn – at least it cleared our street of any rubbish! Sometimes, we’d just sit and do nothing, just talk or watch others play.
It was a good, I had fun. These days it’s just plain boring. I’d love to just go out and have a game of footy or crawl in them bushes once again. But alas I’m too old for that now. Sometimes I wish I was a kid again, but then again kids these days are boring gits, who sit in front of the telly all day so maybe not.
Make up your mind! May 31, 2007Posted by Muhajirah in General, Random Musings.
The other day this kid asked me if my niece is my granddaughter. =O
Then I have random people thinking that my sister is my mum. O_o
…and I thought I was bad at judging peoples ages!
Ach-choo! May 14, 2007Posted by Muhajirah in General, Random Musings, Uni.
As salaamu ‘alaikum
Insha’Allah you are in the best of health and iman
So I’ve just had an exam. I’m ill, my nose won’t stop running, I feel exhausted and I left one hour early …you guess how well it went.
I always seem to be ill during exam time. I can’t remember a time that I have not gone into an exam without a taking a pile of tissues with me. Actually I do, I didn’t take tissues into an exam when I was sitting one of my gcse papers…. I spent the whole time sniffing and sniffing and sniffing. The teachers didn’t even take pity on me and get me a tissue!
Please make dua that I get better as I have two more exams this week. Need energy to revise since I don’t have a clue about both of them.
Evaluate yourself May 8, 2007Posted by Muhajirah in General, Random Musings, Reflections, Writings.
Based on some naseeha given to me by my teacher:
Evaluate yourself. Once a day (preferably at night when everyone is asleep and there are no distractions) take a deep look at yourself and think about all your negatives characteristics. Then make the intention to change yourself. Think about everything you’ve done wrong that day and ask Allah to forgive you. If you’ve wronged someone then make the intention to apologise to them. How could it be that the greatest of people repented for the tiniest of sins yet today we sin and sin but rarely turn to our Lord in repentance?
All too often we are quick to point the finger at someone, admonishing them for their faults and mistakes, but it is very rare to look at our own selves. We so easily expose the mistakes of others and speak ill of them for doing something wrong, but we tend to forget about our own wrong doings. Remember that your brothers and sisters are in need of your excuses, just like you are in need of theirs. Remember they are only human and prone to mistakes just like you yourself are. When the need to advice does come, do not do so in a harsh manner but be gentle. It is from the character of the believer to be merciful towards the Muslims and harsh towards the kuffar.
Never think that you are better than anyone else. So you fast on Mondays and Thursdays and you perform qiyam al lail. Do you think you’ve achieved something great? Know that there were people before you that exceeded you in ‘ibadah and there will be people after you who will exceed. Do you even know if your actions will be accepted? It could be that not a single one of your salaah is accepted, so how then can you boast? May Allah have mercy on our souls and accept our deeds that we perform sincerely for His sake only.
Remember also that we will never attain Jannah through our good deeds, even if we were to pray all night and fast all day; spend each and every second in obedience to our Lord. It will only be by the mercy and greatness of Allah that we will enter Jannah. Never will our deeds be enough for the bounties of Allah are just too great.
Seek knowledge, but not for the sake of wealth, power or status and neither for the sake of knowledge itself, rather seek it in order to increase in Imaan. Remember that the more you know the more you will be questioned about so act upon the ‘ilm that Allah has blessed you with.
And with that I finish. A reminder for first and foremost myself and then to anyone who may read this.
May Allah forgive us for our shortcomings and have mercy on our souls and may His peace and blessing be upon the Prophet (sallallahu ‘alaihi wa sallam), his companions and the righteous
Wa ‘alaikum as salaam