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Cure for an Ailment 

Every ailment needs a cure. You only have to ask the person afflicted with it to find out how dreadful life is for the sufferer. In times of sickness I used to repeat certain Adiyah (invocations, or act of supplications to God).

One of them was the dua (invocation) of Prophet Ayub (he is called Job in the Bible) mentioned in the Quran.

He suffered from a painful disease (the nature of which is not disclosed by the Quran). Historic reports say he had a skin disease. His family and friends, except his wife, left him unattended.

Despite the hardships he remained patient, and grateful to God. Ultimately God cured him.

His dua is mentioned in the Quran, in Surah (Chapter) 21 Al Anbiya, Ayat (Verse) 83.

  
Translation:

And (remember) Ayub (Job) when he called his Lord saying, “here I am afflicted by pain, and you are the Most Merciful of all the merciful”.

And God tells us in Chapter 40, Surah Ghafir, Ayat 60.

Translation of the Ayat:

And your Lord says, “Call on me I will answer your prayer”.

Praying to God for help works too.

Note: Although I wrote the above in response to the daily prompt “The Placebo Effect”, but God’s Mercy is real, and is not a placebo effect. From 2003 –2012,  I suffered, but recovered through God’s Mercy on me. I used to say the above Ayat of Al Anbiya on myself plus having treatment.
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Placebo Effect

If you could create a painless, inexpensive cure for a single ailment, what would you cure and why?

To Sleep, Perchance to Dream

Normally I fall asleep within minutes of my head touching my pillow. I say Ayat 255, Surah Al-Baqara from the Quran, and my eyes close. I like it better if it’s not bitterly cold, or hot outside, and I can let the window remain open to allow fresh air from outside. 

I do have trouble sleeping if someone disturbs me, or there is loud music playing, or a lot of noise. Before sleeping I wash my face thoroughly, do a repeat cleaning of teeth, and do Wadu (ritual of ablution before saying the prayers). I say my prayers, switch off the ceiling light, and put on the bed light, change clothes to pj’s. A sigh of relief — finally I reach my bed.

Sometimes I have vivid dreams, and after waking up I may remember parts of them — not the whole dream. Nowadays even if I dream I forget what I dreamed about, unless it’s a horrific dream. Even then I may not remember the whole dream.

I have not dreamt for a while now, because I am not remembering any dreams. The last dreams I remember are from previous year.

I was sick having severe pain in my lower back, and left leg. I kept putting off  a visit to a doctor on the off chance of the pain going away by itself. Silly — isn’t it? One day I was having more pain than usual. I mentioned it to Nola (my daughter). She wouldn’t gave till she ascertained that I have an appointment to go, and see a doctor. 

Those days before I went, and saw a doctor,  every night I would see my (late) husband sitting worriedly at my bedside in dreams.  The day I took the medicine he stopped coming.

Wasn’t that strange?
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To Sleep, Perchance to Dream

Sleep is one-third of our lives: write a post about it. Do you love naps? Have trouble falling alseep? Wish you could remember your dreams? Remember something especially vivid? Snuggle under a blanket, or throw the windows wide open? Meditate on sleep. 


It’s My Party – 2

I have long given up on holding parties at my home, even when R (my husband) was alive. If I have to — I invite the guests to a local restaurant. That takes care of it. It’s a costly endeavor, but I don’t have to toil, and groan at the amount of work involved in arranging a party.

R’s third death anniversary is on August the second. To send Blessings his way I will have to gather ladies to come for a Khatam Quran (reading of the Quran). This year I am planning it ahead of time in July. Why July? Because my daughter along with her family is coming to spend Eid-ul-Fitr with me. Inshallah!

Nola can help me with the guests, the reading, and the cooking. I don’t plan to cook all the dishes at home. There is a good restaurant from where I can get delicious seekh kababs, and other mouth watering food.

It will still be a lot of work as each lady will be bringing her children along. I can’t expect the ladies minus children. The men folk will be at work so they won’t participate. 

I am looking forward with trepidation. It will look odd to hold a Khatam Quran in a restaurant, hence the holding at home. I can only hope it goes well, so please send good wishes my way. 

  
Above is R. Allah’s Blessings, and Peace on him.

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_prompt/its-my-party/

It’s My Party

You’re throwing a party — for you! Tell us all about the food, drink, events, and party favours you’ll have for your event of a lifetime. Use any theme you like — it’s *your* party!

Forgiveness 

 إِنَّنَا سَمِعْنَا مُنَادِيًا يُنَادِي لِلْإِيمَانِ أَنْ آمِنُوا بِرَبِّكُمْ فَآمَنَّا ۚ رَبَّنَا فَاغْفِرْ لَنَا ذُنُوبَنَا وَكَفِّرْ عَنَّا سَيِّئَاتِنَا وَتَوَفَّنَا مَعَ الْأَبْرَارِ

رَبَّنَا وَآتِنَا مَا وَعَدْتَنَا عَلَىٰ رُسُلِكَ وَلَا تُخْزِنَا يَوْمَ الْقِيَامَةِ ۗ إِنَّكَ لَا تُخْلِفُ الْمِيعَادَ

Above are the two Ayats 193- 194 from the Quran, Surah Al Imran (Chapter 3)

These are about seeking forgiveness from God. Here is the translation by Abdullah Yusaf.

193- “Our Lord! We have heard, the call of one calling

(Us) to Faith, “Believe ye  In the Lord,” and we

Have believed. Our Lord! Forgive us our sins,

Blot out from us, our iniquities, and take

To Thyself our souls, in the company of the righteous”

194- “Our Lord! Grant us, what Thou didst promise

Unto us through Thy Messengers, and save us from shame

On the Day of Judgement; for Thou never breakest Thy promise.”

When I would read the Quran, and came upon some Ayats (verses) I made saying them a part of my daily life. The above two Ayats I repeat with myself once after Fajr (Morning) Prayers, and then again before sleeping at night.

This came about twelve years ago. Before that although I had read the Quran hundreds of times I had not made these Ayats part of my daily life.

Some relatives of ours went every year during Ramadan (the thirty days fast) to Khana Kaaba (The House of God), to which Muslims turn their faces when praying. It was built by the Prophet Ibrahim (Peace be upon him) in Mecca, Saudi Arabia.

I really felt envious of them. I thought of them as lucky people getting to spend time in a Holy place, and reaping great rewards from God; where as I was stuck in my own home. I felt in terms of prayers they had a greater edge on me.

I tried my best to get my (late) husband to agree to spend at least one Ramadan in Mecca, but my dear, darling husband refused. I was disappointed, but what could I do? Nothing.

Imagine my surprise when my those relatives came back that year, and told me their dream when they were in Kaaba. In the dream they are standing beside the Kaaba when they saw me in beautiful robes in the company of similarly dressed people passing closely by them.

I realized that was God’s way of telling me, that prayers does reach Him where ever they are done, irrespective of time, and place.
https://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_prompt/forgive-and-forget/

Forgive and Forget?

Share a story where it was very difficult for you to forgive the perpetrator for wronging you, but you did it — you forgave

Just Let me

I agree “It’s never a good idea to discuss religion or politics” with anyone. Any controversial topic should be avoided. You really don’t know how a topic is going to be received. 

If I am present at such an ordeal, I play it safe. I listen to the heavy weights carry on, and make myself scarce. It’s their ground, and however much they want to stomp, or roar, it’s fine with me.

Why trouble myself, or bother? Life isn’t easy to live, so why make it a battleground.

There is one thing which I can’t take, and that’s someone making derogatory remarks against my religion, or my Prophet (peace be upon him). I never pass any remarks against other religions. It’s an individual right to have your own beliefs, so let me have my own.

 

Surah Al-Kafirun (chapter 109) from Quran

Translation:

 In the Name of Allah, Most Gracious, Most Merciful

Say “Oh! Disbelievers 

I worship not that which you worship

Nor will you worship that which I worship

And I shall not worship that which you are worshipping

Nor will you worship that which I worship

To you be your religion, and to me my religion”.

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_prompt/polite-company/

Polite Company

“It’s never a good idea to discuss religion or politics with people you don’t really know.” Agree or disagree?


My Mentor

  

My mentor has always been God, and the book He gave us —- Quran. I am lucky I found Him at an early age. In moments of stress, ill-health, calamity, I find solace by turning to God.

I strive to better myself at my failings, and one of those were I couldn’t forgive my two paternal uncles, and my aunt (who was my mother’s younger sister). They ill treated my younger brothers. I just didn’t have it in my heart to forgive them till a few days back.

The last time I visited my parent’s grave yard was when my husband R was alive in 2011. We were on our way to R’s ancestral village. R stopped the car on the roadside. I got down to visit my parents, and younger brother in their last abodes. 

I stayed away from both of my uncles’ graves. My aunt died in 2013. She is now buried in the same place. After her death her son sent the body back from New York. 

God forgives us our blunders, and our sins, so I realized I should let go of my ill feelings, and resentment for my these relatives. I feel relieved that I finally let go my feelings of anger.

 https://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_prompt/mentor-me/

Mentor Me

Have you ever had a mentor? What was the greatest lesson you learned from him or her?

Give Thanks

My first thought is to thank God, who is the Creator, the Protector, the Giver of all things in the Universe. From childhood I was taught to say:

 Shukr-Alhamdulillah. It’s meaning is: Thanks to Allah, and all praise to Him.

That’s what I say when any good news I hear. When joy comes my way I remember to thank God for His Mercy on me.

I have been an orphan, and now a widow. I could have been penniless, or homeless which thanks to God I am not. I feel innumerably thankful to God for everything in my life.

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Michael Jackson sings – Give Thanks To Allah I came across a song in praise of ALLAH. It was …

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Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious

You get some incredibly, amazingly, wonderfully fantastic news. What’s the first thing you do?

Wearing Hijab



Dialogue between a Muslim mother, and her daughter. The daughter finds it stifling wearing a hijab. The mother insists she wears it to school, or going outside.

D says, “I don’t want to wear it”.

M, “why not?”

Silent

M, “tell me!”

D, “you won’t go off your rocker?”

M, “allright”.

D, “I feel a complete ninny, cause none of my classmates wear it. I am the odd one out”.

M, “but they are not Muslims. Why should they wear it?”

D, “why should I?”

M, “you have to wear it, because it’s ordained by God for us, and as such clear guidance is written in the Quran.  In Surah Al-Nur, and Surah Al-Ahzab, “believing women are told to cover themselves when they go out of their homes”.

D, “I feel ugly, and it’s depressing”.

M, “now you are objecting, but a few years onward you will find wearing hijab beneficial, and time saving. It protects your skin, and hair from the harmful effects of sun rays. You save time by not spending un-necessary hours in getting ready. It shows you as a modest person not given to appearances, so you gain respect, and most important it’s God’s injunction, not to be violated.

Besides, young lady you are getting late for school, and you better leave now”.

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_prompt/a-house-divided/

Here is a Christian lady who is wearing hijab for forty days. Please visit her journey of hijab. It’s quite interesting.

https://chutesandleaves.wordpress.com/2015/03/15/day-23-40daysofhijab/

A House Divided

Pick a divisive issue currently in the news. Write a two-part post in which you take on two personas and approach the topic from both sides. Bonus points for a creative format (roundtable discussion, debate transcript, etc.).


Verse of the Day



Above is Surah Ikhlas from the Quran. It’s the 112 Surah. It has four Ayats (verses). Ikhlas means Purity of Faith.

Translation: 

In the name of Allah, Most Gracious, Most Merciful 

Say, “He is Allah, the One, and Only

Allah, the Eternal, Absolute 

He begetteth not, nor is He begotten

And there is none like unto Him”.

The concept of pure monotheism was foreign to almost all the people living in Arabia: the pagans, Jews, and Christians, at the time Islam came.

The Prophet (Peace be upon him) invited people to worship God alone. To answer people’s questions this Surah was revealed.

I have imitated  Musings of AJ  http://aayjay.wordpress.com

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Imitation/Flattery

Write a post about anything you’d like — in the style of your favorite blogger. (Be sure to link to them!)


You are Great!



It happened to me today of all days. I had to pay a bill. I searched for my credit card, and ATM card. The last I had used it was to buy a birthday gift. Then I had gone to Sam’s Club with my son to buy some essentials I needed. I searched in all my bags, and purses, beginning with the one I had used that day.

I asked myself, “did I put it back in my bag?” The recollection was hazy.

The cold room which doesn’t get heated properly became as hot as an afternoon sun over Houston. My face started perspiring– my hands got clammy, and my heart started pounding.

I took the dopatta off my head to cool it a bit — all the better to search in earnestly for those absconding cards.

Suddenly I remembered what I had to say, when one is searching for something missing.

Surah Baqarah, verse 156

Translation:

To Allah we belong, and to Him we return.

I looked through my black shoulder bag again ( I had already searched thrice through it). In a corner were lying what I was searching for.

I was Happy!

Thank you Allah. You are Great.

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_prompt/fight-or-flight/

Life of Sheen

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