http://devoted.to/Allah

As Salaamu-'Alaykum Wa-Ragmatullahie-Wa-Barakatuh
Ahlan Wa Sahlan

Site maintained by Shiraz Adam

Free Message Forum from Bravenet.com  Free Photo Albums from Bravenet.com  Free Guestbook from Bravenet.com  Free Tell A Friend from Bravenet.com 
Name:
Location: Johannesburg, Gauteng, South Africa

Tuesday, September 20, 2005

Who do we represent?

Received by email:

All I can say that Islam is not represented by the Muslims.

We've become so arrogant of who we are, and ignorant of where we should be. We've abandoned our Religion, we've abandoned who we are are, we've flung the robes of Islam, and instead swapped them with the rags of kufr and hypocrisy. Take a walk amongst the youth of our Ummah, and notice their concerns, they're either concerned with the rims of their 200SX or what they're going to do for Saturday night with their friends. Walk amongst the youth of our Ummah, and they're concerned with Harry Potter and the problem solving task they're going to attempt for homework. Walk amongst the youth of this Ummah, and they're concerned about what happened at the AFL tribunal or who got evicted from Big Brother. Are these the people of this Ummah? Are these the people who are going to bear the flag of Muhammad (saw)? Are these the people to carry the message of monotheism to the world? Are these the concerns of the Muslims who are going to unite the lands of Islam? Are these the fathers and mothers to a generation of adherence to the Qura'an?

A girl from Afghanistan said:

'It was a sunny glorious day when my mother had just told me to lay the table for lunch. The next thing I heard was the air raid siren and I hurried to the shelter. But when I came out my mother and father were lying there covered in blood, and my sister Bihn had pieces of metal in her, and so did her doll. My street had fallen down. The street had been hit by cluster bombs, which spray small darts. These had entered the young girls body and continued to move around inside her for several days, causing internal injuries from which she died an agonising death.'

Yeah, we'll get pumped up for a couple of minutes, then it'll froth off. We'll get angry and call this girl our 'sister' for a couple of minutes, and then we get on with our lives. Have you heard the story of Fatima, from Iraq? Have you heard the story of Aisha, Khadijah, Ruqqayah, Asma? Have you heard how their wombs have been polluted with the children of fornication by those sons of apes and pigs who rape them? How they spat in their faces? How they tore their bodies to bits? How they were savaged ten times a day by those filthy dogs? Does it not stir something in our hearts? Are we not men? Are we pleased with how these dogs are jumping on our sisters with their animalistic lusts? They feel the pain with their hearts, their tears flow in their veins, their cries are silent, they cannot speak what they feel. We, as hypocrites, have much to say, much to teach others, yet, we're liars, and our actions speak for themselves, and I am the biggest hypocrite amongst you. If I truly did believe these women were my sisters, I would not stop crying, If I truly believed that these women are the honour of my religion, then I would not remain seated, If I truly believed that these women were a responsibility in my neck, I would not leave them to die literally abandoned, terrified, and humiliated, at the hands of these kaafirs.

Take a look at our 'men', look what they want in life, walk in the streets of Beirut, Melbourne or Dubai, and take a look at the 'men' who are going to lead us out of our misery. These 'men' with their tight jeans, gelled hair, pink tops and dog-like chains. These 'Umars', 'Uthmans', 'Khalids', who have inherited the names of warriors, and the hearts of metro sexual pansies. The 'men' who cannot go a week without shaving every bit of their bodies, the 'man' who cannot live without his 'Angel' fragrance or his hand lotion. These are the men who defend Fatima and Aisha in Abu Ghraib prison, these are the heirs of Umar ibn al-Khattab and Abu Bakr as-Sideeq. When the qualities of manhood disappear among men, society falls into crisis, homes are ruined, nations become weak and disgraced, and moral corruption becomes widespread.

As the sun rises over our lands, it shines over the buildings that are now rubble, it shines over the girl who is now a corpse, it shines over the happiness that is now defiantly silent, it shines over an Ummah, that is now a mess. Don't blame it on the United States, don't blame it on the Jews, blame yourselves, blame the one billion cowards who call themselves Muslims, and claim to be the followers of Muhammad (saw)

We fail to utter a single word, let alone raise a finger, when we see our fellow Muslims imprisoned, tortured, and slain. We find it easy to read a novel, but difficult to read three pages of Bukhari. We listen to the words of the Dunya like they were the nourishment of our souls, we love the prestige of the world, hate the mention of death, even though we've convinced ourselves we're not like that, we are.

Where will you seek your honour? Your 'Dr' title? Your Black Mercedes E55? Your home? Your bank account?

Victory and defeat, are not decided by money, secular education, resources, numbers or skills. Rather, they are decided by the faith and Imaan, worship, and dedication we have towards Allah, our creator. The more we obey Allah, both individually and collectively, the more we are deserving of his victory. The more we disobey Allah, and fall in love with this Dunya, and its petty attractions, the more we are worthy of Allah's wrath and punishment, in this world and the next. It is very easy to blame Bush and Blair, the 'West', the 'kuffar' or simply 'them' for all our woes and worries, or just do the Arab thing, and blame Sharon for your kitchen sink being blocked.

Ask 'Muslim' students what they want to be, and they will all tell you 'I WANT TO BE A DOCTOR TO HELP THE MUSLIMS', I look for one person, JUST ONE, who wants to be the spiritual healer for this Ummah. I search for a person who wants to be the saviour of this Ummah, a person who wants to dedicate his life to the da'wah to cure our diseases, a person to teach the children Imaan, a person to teach teenagers taqwa, a person to work effortlessly with what matters, teaching the people about Allah and his messenger.

Look at our sisters, the ones who 'condemn' the true believers for fighting the enemies of Allah and Islam, the ones who believe their men should become the girls the West wants them to be, the ones who want a Villa, and not a family built on the tenets of Imaan and correct creed. Take a look what the 'women' of this Ummah have become:

Tell them Niqaab is obligatory, and they'll jump out a window
Tell them going to a Western University in a bad environment is Haraam, and they'll quote you the couple of the ahadiths they've memorized their whole lives to defend themselves. Tell them that a man is allowed to marry four women, and they'll shriek. Tell them that a woman gets half the inheritance of her brother, and she'll start about injustice

Instead of our sisters being the ones to encourage their husbands and brothers to become the true men of this religion, they're the ones who want them to fall more in love with the novelties of this world of money and prestige. Instead of being the ones to use their mercy to help the Ummah awaken its love within, hope, and sincerity, they're the ones to corrupt themselves, and society.

Where are the men and women of Islam? Where are those of Islamic Knowledge? Where are the inhabitants of Al-Firdowse? Where are the Abu Bakrs and Ai'shas of this Ummah? Where is al-Faruq? Where is az-Zahraa'? Where is Khaled bin al-Waleed?

There are many practical obstacles in the establishing Allah's rule on earth, such as the power of state, the social system and traditions and, in general, the whole human environment. Only when we awaken, get our priorities right, understand our religion, preach it to others, and work for the sake of Islam, uncompromising in the face of our enemies, sticking to our words even when the rope has been tied around our necks for hanging, we are Muslims, Imaan is our light, jihad is our way, the khilafah is our goal in this world, and Firdowse in the next, Allah is our god, Muhammad (saw) is our final messenger, and there's nothing you're going to be able to do about it.

Reform starts deep within the individual and then stretches out to the vastness surrounding him. Many people, contrary to this fact, target their surroundings without dealing with themselves first. Their feelings of historical power and glory continue to be an obstacle to their understanding, defining, and determining their priorities.

"Know that the life of this world is only play and amusement, pomp and mutual boasting among you, and rivalry in respect of wealth and children. (It is) like a rain (Ghayth), thereof the growth is pleasing to the tiller; afterwards it dries up and you see it turning yellow; then it becomes straw. But in the Hereafter (there is) a severe torment, and (there is) forgiveness from Allah and (His) pleasure. And the life of this world is only a deceiving enjoyment." [57:20]

"Beautified for men is the love of things they covet; women, children, much of gold and silver (wealth), branded beautiful horses, cattle and well-tilled land. This is the pleasure of the present world's life; but Allah has the excellent return with Him." (3:14)


"Allah does not change the condition of a people until they change it themselves"

The Pious Predecessors used to say, "Words that come from the mouth, stop at the ears. But words that come from the heart, reach the heart."

Either my words do not convey what my heart feels, or your hearts are of stone. I hope it's the former, or more preferably, neither. Am hoping that my words do give you something to think about!

0 Comments:

Post a Comment

<< Home