Yâ Hâbib Yâ Sâhib al-Qadam

A very good visual video it is in urdu but has subtitles to the nasheed, so we can understand its meaning.

In Your Beautiful Names all journeys commence

My dearest—May Allah brim-fill your eyes with light—this Voyage is not just for anyone. Unnumbered brave travelers traversed the earth and heavens, yet their endeavor failed them, some failed even to start this Voyage and most did not reach the destination.

The first step of this Voyage is the most difficult. A Sālek (Traveler) must start the Voyage from where he or she is at, not from where he or she wishes to be, not from where other people started theirs. Avoiding wishful starts and yearning for starting-point of others, are the hardest.

Your body’s voyage is the traversal through points of the space-time; this spiritual Voyage is the traversal from “who you are” to “who Allah is”, from “your temporal existence” to “Allah’s eternal existence”. Therefore if you do not take ample care to know who you are, then you would start this voyage from the wrong point and you shall fail beyond all doubts to reach the destination: Who Allah is.

I have sculpted the marble of who I am not, artfully
By my Self

Chips of lies strewn upon the earth of loss all over
By my Self

I have chiseled the marvel of who I am not thoughtfully
Whilst the pearls of sobs strung along the chain of sighs

By my Self



You may start this voyage by the ever so slight first-step of “who you really are”—Ethereal yet a monumental achievement indeed. If you embark upon the Voyage without the actual first-step of “who you are” you shall reach some destination, for certain farthest away from Allah.

As in the case of traversing any path, the act of voyage manifests itself vis-à-vis the changes of the surrounding landscape i.e. moving away from one tree approaching the next, leaving one exit behind reaching another.

Similarly on this peculiar Path, the essence of your voyage manifests itself vis-à-vis the changes in your persona’s landscape i.e. silencing bad words for uttering good words, halting evil deeds by motioning righteous deeds, forsaking foul behavior favoring refined behavior. And the latter is the hardest for all Murids: The value of forsaking one unnoticeable or habitual foul behavior may surpass that of many years of worship!

A burning candle braving the odious gusts of destiny
Weeping I am

A mother giving birth to her own miserable life
Laboring I am

Ashes of my Self’s calf dusted upon the insidious Nile
A Moses running from his own Self’s Pharaoh

Escaping I am



As on any path if you do not see any changes in the scenery around you, the logical conclusion would be: I did not move at all. Likewise on this Path, if you did not observe any changes in your personality, for sure, you can confidently conclude: I did do many things but I did not endeavor any spiritual voyage!

The unshakable reality of your space-time traversal is that you voyage from biological life towards biological death. Correspondingly on this Path, you voyage from biological life towards non-biological death, where your existence is no longer and yet your nascent spiritual life subsists everlastingly upon the absolute existence of Allah—voyaging from “your existence” towards “Allah’s existence”.

My love, the voyage of a tree is through its growth and everything a tree is all about, found exclusively within its single and tiny seed! In the same way, your voyage is through your spiritual growth and all that you need to grow, to bloom with effulgent blossoms, found entirely within you! As there is nothing outside the seed that is a part of the tree’s essence, there is nothing outside you that is a part of your essence.

“If everything needed for growth is within” you might ask, “Then what is the purpose of worship, knowledge, Dhikr (Remembrance), fasting and so on”, Nasafi has elegantly answered this question:

“Human being has level/stages as does a tree (for growth). It is most patent what growth stage a tree is at, at any given moment. So it is the job of the gardener to prepare the soil, schedule for watering, pruning and cleaning in order for a tree to reach the completion of its growth, one stage after the other. Similarly Sālek (Traveler) is a gardener growing, stage by stage, his or her Humanity towards Ādamiyat (Human-ness, most innate perfection of being a man) by exerting efforts and taming the Nafs (Psyche, Self).

All stages of a tree’s growth are encapsulated within the seed. A competent gardener exerts effort in order to provide the environment for emergence of each stage of the growth. The same is true for Sālek (Traveler) bringing forth the stages of humanity that are all incubated within.

Moreover this spiritual gardener requires the companionship of the learned man to see to all stages of the growth to appear.”

Here the gardener could be your parents, you or your sheikh and the acts of gardening are worship, acquisition of knowledge, Dhikr (Remembrance), fasting and so on (Don’t forget loving). Some acts you may do privately by yourself, some in a group and some may be done to you, but at each moment of time focus your eyes on the prize: Growth, just as a gardener does with a tree. Someone may draw a tree or may sing a song about a tree or may dream of a tree, however none does make him a gardener and suchlike efforts and aspirations will not help the growth of any tree. So be a gardener not a painter or a singer or a dreamer.

As with someone walking a tight rope, losing the balance and falling is inevitable. Deviating from the Path and interrupting the Voyage is inevitable. But my dear there is a sure way to avoid or correct any deviation, small or large:

“O Dervish:

Don’t be all into performing too many prayers, fasting too many days or performing too many Hajj pilgrimages, do the required and the obligatory. Don’t be all into learning too many fancy words or strange spiritual tales in order to gain much wisdom, obtain the average amount necessary.

Push hard to be straight and purify your Nafs (Psyche, Self).

You must reach a stage wherein, each moment, pours out of you goodness and ease (for others), even without you being conscious. Don’t be like those nations from who effuses evil and suffering each day.

Evil and crookedness is their essence, let the straightness and goodness be your essence.

O Dervish:

Once you are adorned with the Divine Akhlāq (Behaviors & Attributes), be good and generous, don’t make others feel indebted to you rather always feel indebted to others.

The meaning of ‘Bad Nafs (Psyche, Self)’ is to harm people or cause them suffering, now that you know this meaning please avoid it by all means.

The meaning of ‘Good Nafs (Psyche, Self)’ is to actively seek goodness and comfort for others and each moment try to comfort them by means of your words, your hands or your wealth.”

So you do not wish to be off the Path? You wish to continue with the Voyage?

Then be a comfort, a solace:

“Every morning the scholar wakes up and seeks more knowledge, every morning the Zāhid (Ascetic) wakes up and seeks more Zuhd (Asceticism), yet Abul-Hassan wakes up seeking more joy for some brother’s heart.”

(Source: Abul-Hassan Kharqāni’s quotes from Tadh-keratul Auliā by Faridud-din Attār)

Every morning wake up and seek a broken leg to be its cane or seek a blind eye to be its guide or seek a broken heart to be its solace. Know that the Beautiful One is amongst the broken hearts, not amongst the beautiful faces.

Be a cane or be a guide or be a solace and yet be assured that you shall never deviate from The Voyage, and that as with all things is by Allah’s permission.

“And so Mahab-bat (Divine Love) is a tree sprouting within the heart, humility for That Beloved the roots deep within, ITs Ma’refat (Divine Gnosis) the trunk unyielding, ITs dread the branches stretched aloft, Hayā (Timidity) for IT the leaves verdant, ITs obeisance the fruits abundant, ITs Dhikr (Remembrance) the nutrients promoting growth, and that moment when even one of these elements compromised, the Love shall fail deficient with imperfections!” (Ibn Qayyim Al-Jawzia (Raudhatul Muheb-bin Wa Nuz-hatul Mushtāqin: Lovers’ Meadows and Yearners’ Promenade)

In every heart there is a forest; forest densely populated by the half-grown dead trees of so many past loves, trees uprooted by the odious gusts of betrayals, dried branches bearing the desiccated blossoms of each and every unfulfilled desire that never bore any fruits for no one, hollow barks of false-hopes strewn upon the earth of broken hearts while the gales of ‘I love you’ hissing through the hollowness of all those short-lived loves.

Yet within the vastness of the Sufi’s heart grows a single tree; a tree enrooted deep within the infinite past tense of Qadim (Time Immemorial) whilst branches—heavily laden with fruits lucent for all mankind—stretched causelessly aloft into the beginning-less endless Azal (Sempiternity); Mahab-bat’s (Divine Love’s) manifold branches pregnant with copious fruits of loving fed exclusively on the voiceless Dhikr (Remembrance), few words rolling off the Sufi’s tongue, few words soundlessly echoing within.

My dear, you loved and you are unloved, sacrificed all and yet betrayed, undying is your love and yet forsaken, and it is all within your rights to ask: Why? Because your loving did not reach Kamāl (Perfection) and what of love you offered rendered deficient and incomplete—in spite of all sacrifices and loyalty—similar to a withering tree in your garden due to lack of nutrients (Dhikr (Remembrance)) or a weak trunk (Ma’refat (Divine Gnosis)) or lifeless leaves (Hayā (Timidity)) or hardened roots, roots of humility for That Beloved hardened dead by arrogance.

A tree grows by itself to perfection and completion. It does not need you to grow, you need it and thereby you are ‘given’ to provide the necessary water and nutrients. Tree of Mahab-bat (Divine Love) does not need you either, it grows by itself deep within you, however you are ‘given’ the need to love or be loved and thus you are ‘given’ the necessary spiritual nutrients to grow this tree.

Within the timeless and indivisible realm of Mahab-bat (Divine Love), either all lovers are but one person or all are indiscernible from each other, and my love no matter how you paraphrase these words, where the love of That Beloved flares we are all the same firewood set afire:

“They are a Nation loving each other via the Rouh (Spirit) of Allah without any consideration for belonging/wealth or any blood lineage, they are Nur (Light), their faces Nur (Light), upon the thrones of Nur (Light), fearless when people are scared and sorrow-less when people are sorrowed.” Prophetic narration (Hadith) with regards to a group of slaves who are neither prophets nor martyrs and yet even the prophets wish for their status in presence of Allah, and after these words the Prophet recited: Behold! Verily on the Auliyā (Friends) of Allah there is no fear, nor shall they grieve. Qur’an [10:62]

Who is a lover? Answer: “They are a Nation” and what do these lovers do? Answer: “loving each other” and how they do that loving? Answer: “via the Ruh (Spirit) of Allah” and what causes this loving? Answer: “without any consideration for…” and what are these lovers made from? Answer: Nur (Divine Light) and where do they reside? Answer: “upon the thrones of Nur (Light)”.

There is no such a person as a lover, they are a Nation. When and where there is a discernable individual, when and where ‘I’ is mentioned, that is when and where the Mahab-bat (Divine Love) is compromised lacking Kamāl (Perfection) and completeness. That is when and where ‘you and I’ evaporate together, when and where the self-worship and worship of others fade, and none remains save the resplendent rays of beauty of That Beloved:

“I swear by the One Whose Hand holds my Nafs (Self) you shall not enter Paradise until you believe and you shall not believe until you have Mahab-bat (Love) for each other” said the Prophet SallAllahu alaihi wasallam. 

The lovers—Not individuals but a Nation loving each other, a Nation made from Nur (Divine Light), a Nation residing within Nur (Divine Light).

Closing my eyes to the light of this world, though just a pretend, I read the Braille book of my past to uncover the truth about who I am and what in reality transpired. This is the book or may I say the only book I can read with eyes closed:

I am that blind dotard
Whose trembling fingers prostrate
Kissing the embossed texture of Your love

Upon the opening of my eyes, my vision drowns me in untruth. Though I yearn to be blind, I make most terrific effort to keep my eyes shut and my heart wide open. This is a daunting effort and taxing the happiness out of my life. Because man is cursed to sleep with eyes open under the blistering sun of this world.

When my eyes are open I meddle with the affairs of everyone and everything except that which is my own. I open these eyes; the amnesia evaporates and wafts aloft the lament of remembering My Self:

Yearning much to escape from this predicament
If only had some real hands cutting clear “I” from
“My Self”

When my eyes are open I yearn to be a god (my ego speaking) and I command the blight of this world worshiping My Self, demanding the subjugation of all creation to mine deity. In rare opportunities when I am blessed to close these portals of heresy, I become a man for brief moments where there is no passage of time.

These are the notes on what my blindness uncovers. These are not expressions of feelings or intent to produce drama. These are not about unveiling the truth, since the only truth I can confess to: “These words are what I found in darkness”. These are the dark snapshots of sub-second blindness, which is bestowed upon me in otherwise life roasting ablaze while the light boring through my open eyes:

Roasting on fire the seeds of my heart
My horrified screams…
Rose through the Seven Heavens
Echoed in Eighth Heaven, made newly
From plumes of smoke from my heart

My pen scribbles in Eighth Heaven…

The Americans Have Raped Me Like This!
Nadia Narrates By Her Tears:

Dedication:To every Muslim who still has blood runs
in his vein. Nadia is one of the victims of the American mercenaries in Abu Gharib prison, who was detained for unknown reason.

When she has been released from the prison, she hasn’t thrown herself between the arms of her family such as any oppressed prisoner dose, especially when he is being ironed by the fire of the oppression and the fire of longing to his family.

Simply, Nadia escaped immediately after she went out from the prison, not because of the shame that will follow her because of a crime she has committed, but because of what she and the other Iraqi captive women have been subject to, such as violation, rape, and torture by the hands of the American mercenaries in Abu Gharib Prison. The wall of the prison tells tragedies. But what Nadia tells is the truth not just a story.

Nadia started her story by saying "I was visiting one of my relatives, and suddenly the American forces attacked the home and started to inspect it. They found some light weapons. So, they arrested all people in the home including me. I tried to explain to the interpreter, who was accompanying the American patrol, that I am just a visitor. However, my trials failed. I cried, begged them, and I lost my consciousness from the fear when they led me to Abu Gharib prison.

Nadia continues "they put me alone in a dark and dirty prison cell. I expected that I will be released soon, especially when the investigation proved that I haven’t committed a crime"

Nadia added while the tears are being poured on her cheek, the matter which proves how much she has suffered: "the first day was so burdensome, the cell was malodorous, humid, and dark, and this condition increased the fear inside me more and more. The laughs of the soldier outside the cell made me more scared and I was afraid of what would happen to me.

For the first time I felt that I am in a difficult impasse and that I entered to unknown world that I would not go out from it as I entered.

In the middle of these different feelings, I heard a voice for an American soldier woman who was speaking in an Arabic language. She asked me: "I haven’t imagine that the weapons’ traders in Iraq are women"

When I started to explain to her the circumstances of the situation, she beat me cruelly. I cried and shouted "By Allah! I am oppressed, By Allah! I am oppressed"

The soldier showered me with insults in a way that I have never imagine that I would subject to it under any circumstances. Then, she started to deride me saying that she was monitoring me all the day via the satellite, and that they can track their enemies even inside their own bedrooms by the American technology.

Then she laughed and said: "I was watching you when you were making love with your husband"

I replied in a confused voice "I am not married". She beat me for more than one an hour and she forced me to drink a glass of water, and I knew later that they put a drug in it. I regained my consciousness after two days to find myself naked. I knew immediately that I have lost something that all the laws in the earth will not be able to return it to me once again. I have been raped. A hysterical fit attacked me and I started to hit my head hardly in the walls till more than five American soldiers head by that soldier women entered the cell and started to beat me, and they raped me alternately while they laughing and listening to a loud music.

Day by day the scenario of raping me is repeating. And every day they invent new ways that are crueler than the prior ways.

She added describing the horrible acts of the American criminals: "after about one month, a Negro soldier entered to my cell and threw to me two pieces of American military clothes, and he mentioned in a weak Arabic language to wear them. Then he led me after he put a black bag on my head to a public toilet where there are pipes for cold and hot water, and he asked me to bathe, then he closed the door and left.

Although I was so exhausted and feeling pain, and despite the tremendous number of the bruises in my body, but I poured out some water on my body. Before I finish my bath, the Negro soldier came. I frightened, and I hit him by the bowel on his face. His reaction was so tough. He raped me cruelly and spitted on my face, then he left and returned accompanied with two soldiers who returned me to the cell.

The treatment continues in that way, to the extent that sometimes I have been raped 10 times in a day, the matter which affected my health negatively.

Nadia continues in revealing the American horrible actions made against the Iraqi women, saying: "after more than 4 months, a soldier woman came, and I concluded from her conversation with other soldiers that her name is Mary. She said to me "now you have a golden opportunity, since an officer who has a high position will visit us today, if you deal with him positively, you would be released, especially we are sure of you innocent."

I replied: "whereas you are sure of my innocent, why you don’t release me?"

She screamed in nervousness: "the only way that guarantees your releasing is to be positive with them"

She took me to the public toilets, and she supervised my bath while she was holding a thick stick, hitting me by it if I didn’t perform her orders. Then, she gave me a makeup, and warned me not to cry unless my makeup will be ruined. Then she took me to an empty small room in which there was nothing but a cover on the floor, and after one an hour she came accompanied with four soldiers who was holding cameras. She took off her closes and she harassed me as if a man. The soldiers were laughing and listening to a noisy music, and taking photographs to me in all poses, and they were emphasizing on my face. The woman asked me to smile otherwise she is going to kill me, and she took a gun from one of her colleagues and fired four bullets near my head, and swore that the fifth bullet will be fired in my head.

After that, the four soldiers raped me alternately the matter which made me lose my consciousness. When I regained the consciousness I found myself in the cell and the traces of their teeth, nails and cigarettes are in everywhere in my body.

Ndia stopped narrating her tragedy to wipe her tears, then she continued: "after one day Mary came and told me that I was cooperative, and I will be released but after I watch the film that they have shoot"

Nadia added: "I was in pain when I saw the film, and she (Mary) said: "you have been created just to make us enjoyed". At the moment I became very anger and I attacked her although I was afraid of her reaction, and I would kill her except for the interfering of the soldiers. When the soldiers released me she showered me with hitting, then they left me.

After this incident, nobody harassed me for more then one month; I spent that period in the praying and invocation to Allah, the Evolver who has all power, to help me.

Mary came with some soldiers who gave me the clothes that I was were when I have been arrested, and led me to an American car, and then they threw me on the highway road after they gave me 10,000 Iraqi Dinars.

I went to a home that was near the place where I have been thrown, and since I know the reaction of my family I preferred to visit one of my relatives to know what happened after my absence. I knew that my brother had held a consolation board for me for more than 4 months, and they considered me as a dead person.

I understood that the knife of shame is waiting for me. So, I went to Baghdad where I found a good family who lodged me, and I worked with this family as a maid and governess for their children.

Nadia wonders in pain, regret and bitterness "Who will quench my thirst? Who will return my virginity? What is the offense of my family and kin? I have inside me a baby, and I don’t know his father
Her speech is finished.

Nadia is me and you, your sister and my sister, your mother and my mother. Oh Islam’s Sanctity!

www.forthesakeofallah.blogspot.com

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How many more Nadia’s do we need for the Muslim youth to wake up and do something about it!

It really ticks me off…people read this stories cry a bit and then move on to the next post. fill your belly with tonights dinner, perhap’s a search to impress a girl/boy friend? maybe you could’nt be bothered to read this thread, perhaps it was to boreing, too long? maybe it was just Irfan ranting and being emotional as he always does.. 

Do something for this sister spread the word, print this story and read it out to your class…do something don’t just leave it in this forum and expect magic to happen.

Nadia needs us to help her and other brothers and sisters in the muslim world, who have no voice …we can be their voices!!…

If you really want to feel like you’re doing something for the Ummah…don’t just read this and feel bad and make dua (i’m not saying that this is not something you shouldn’t do) but do more….

What do you think the prophet would do?

Oh Muslim Youth wake up and take this call in your hands.

Lets see…

How many of you are going to spread this story..and i don’t mean just hand it out to someone as a leaflet but READ it out to a group…

Nominate yourself!

I have posted a print of this addressed to Tony blair, let’s hope he recieves this mail in the morning, all of you can too though he may not do much, i will be content with knowing that he knows we know that its not all hunky dory in iraq, send these to local MP’s DO WHATEVER YOU CAN IN A PEACEFUL MANNER Abideing the laws of your land..

Irfan

1428 years ago our Noble Nabi SallAllahu alaihi wassalam and his faithful companion Abu Bakr as-Siddiq RadhiAllahu anhu, were traversing such inhospitable mountain ranges and huge expanses of formidable desert on this historic "flight to light." Fleeing persecutors, fleeing the darkness of ignorance, humiliation and rejection. It was this epic journey, not the birth or Al-Mustafa SallAllahu alaihi wassalam, nor the beginning of his Prophethood that established the beginning of the Muslim era. Blessed is Umar ibn Al-Khattab RadhiAllahu anhu, the second rightly guided caliph, who sixteen years after the Hijrah, formalized the Islamic lunar calendar beginning with this event. It was the arduous flight of two blessed &quot;fugitives&quot; that heralded the new beginning of the most glorious and pristine of religions, which rapidly illuminated the whole world with Allah Subhanahu wa Ta&rsquo;ala&rsquo;s Divine Commands. The light of this heritage never dims. How much effort do we make to keep this light burning in our hearts? How much do we seek sanctuary in the One by working on just one character trait that hinders the potential lighting of our souls?</font></strong> <br /><br /><img style="width: 304px; height: 448px" height="448" src="http://yahabib.blogsome.com/images/hijraroute.gif" width="304" border="0" /><br /><br /><br />Following Allah Ta&rsquo;ala&rsquo;s Will, totally submissive to His Hikmah and His Knowledge, the travellers zigzagged across unfamiliar territory from Makkah to Yathrib. The green line indicates the common caravan route, while the red shows the divergent path chosen for their flight.<br /><br />How willing are we to criss-cross boundaries of hardship and explore new aspects of instilling the Deen into our everyday journey? To traverse our individual &quot;mountains&quot; and &quot;deserts&quot; in order to reach the goal of radiance in what has been prescribed for us?<br /><br />It was in the summer months, the unrelenting sun a daily companion, along with all the hazards of the ruthless terrain. There was no better provision, nor weapons than the prayers of the Prophet SallAllahu alaihi wassalam as they wound their way northward: <br /><br /><strong><font color="#000000">My Lord, let me enter by the entry of truth and let me exit by the exit of truth. And grant me authority from You to help.</font></strong> (17:80)<br /><br />Rasulullah SallAllahu alaihi wassalam knew that for The Message to reveal its hidden truth, and to reach the peak of achievement, was possible only by turning and imploring the Creator, seeking His support and favour, with his entire being. <br /><br /><strong><font color="#000000">For the One Who prescribed the Qur&rsquo;an for you will surely bring you home once more.</font></strong> (28:85) was revealed as they journeyed. <br /><br />How often do we voice our concerns in spreading and propagating The Message, so that we too will be assured of being guided &quot;home once more&quot;? Maybe we face difficulties, but then the actual Hijrah as the Qur&rsquo;an narrates it is that of doing what is difficult in a disciplined, faithful, dedicated, cautious, sincere and honest manner:<br /><br /><strong><font color="#000000">I am never unmindful of the work of a worker among you, male or female, You are from each other. So for those who emigrated or were driven from their homes or suffered harm for My sake, or fought or were killed, I will efface their evils and admit them to gardens below which rivers flow, as a reward from the presence of Allah. And the finest reward is in the presence of Allah.</font></strong> (3:195)<br /><br />On the twelfth day of travel, the midday sun at its zenith, they crossed the blacked Harra, the residue of ancient volcanic activity. The grey-green vegetation of palm groves not only coloured the landscape but also their hearts, recalling the description known to the Prophet SallAllahu alaihi wassalam, &quot;the well watered land between two tracts of black stone.&quot; Thirteen years of oppression, torture and condemnation finally ended at this Mubarak place, Quba, on the outskirts of what was to become the City of Light.<br /><br /><img style="width: 390px; height: 336px" height="336" src="http://yahabib.blogsome.com/images/Qubaanddatepalms.jpg" width="390" border="0" /><br /><br />This present day view of Masjid Quba, nestled amongst the date palms, transports us back to that momentous midday. SubhanAllah!<br /><br />When the crowd gathered to catch a glimpse, many were unable to distinguish Abu Bakr RadhiAllahu anhu from the Prophet SallAllahu alaihi wassalam. It was not until Abu Bakr RadhiAllahu anhu held his garment to shade the Prophet SallAllahu alaihi wassalam that they then realized who he was. SubhanAllah! Imagine the sight, the excitement, the joy, THE LIGHT! <br /><br />As we embrace this new Islamic year, may we too make a &quot;flight to light&quot;, a brave and courageous migration of the heart to Allah Ta&rsquo;ala, confronting the hidden darkness silently lurking where luminosity should dwell. The greater the Iman, the brighter the light, the sweeter the taste.<br /><br />May we all inwardly reflect upon the deeper significance of the Hijrah of the Bringer of Light, the Light of Light, and the Best of Creation SallAllahu alaihi wassalam. <br /><br />May the very comforting sentiments from our Beloved Prophet SallAllahu alaihi wassalam&rsquo;s lips to Abu Bakr RadhiAllahu anhu: &ldquo;What do you think of two when Allah is their third?&rdquo; be respite enough in our challenge while striving towards the light, echoing throughout the Ummah, What do you think of a people when Allah is with them?<br /><br />&quot;O the Full Moon rose over us<br /><br />From the Valley of Wada

And we owe it to show gratefulness
Where the call is to Allah."

All good is from Allah Ta’ala whereas mistakes are from this humble speck. May Allah Ta’ala Bless all readers, bringing you all closer to Him and His Rasul SallAllahu alaihi wasallam. Ameen.