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The Insanity

I feel depressed. Why?

By reading the Muslims hate rants by those people who drum up hates.

Why do they do that?

Because they are irrational in their thinking that a Muslim takeover is at hand, and that too in the US, where they will be forced to wear burqahs, and follow the Sharia.

Attention all those who fear it: the US Constitution doesn’t allow Sharia to take over. Please read your Constitution to allay your fears. Besides the Sharia is not in place in Muslim countries so why it would happen in the US.

Another fear is that women will be forced to wear burqahs. I as a Muslim don’t wear a burqah, so how a non Muslim woman will be forced to wear it.

Another thing I want to make it clear is Allah is just another name for God. It’s not a monster Muslims worship but the Divine Being who created the Heavens, and earth, and all the things in between.

Facts you should know:
ISIS is a terrorist organization that professes to be Islamic but does nothing Islamic. It beheads people who have committed no crime, it rapes women, crimes that Allah have forbidden.

It uses US made ammunition, US supplied Howitzers and US supplied Humvees.

As early as last year, John McCain was meeting the head of ISIS, Al-Baghdadi in Syria. Why was McCain meeting Al-Baghdadi? So as to start a rebellion against Bashar-al-Assad, the dictator of Syria.

The rebels are killing innocent civilians. They are supported by US. Who is the culprit?
US government or Islam?

Obama knows about these transactions with ISIS, and that’s why stays silent to call these actions Islamic. If he did, he would be a liar, and a hypocrite.

I am sorry to say that the Muslim haters are ignorant about Islam. They base their ideas about Islam upon the actions of US supported mercenaries.

How about you meet a Muslim in real life, or visit a mosque, or read the Quran to find out what Islam really is?


An Offer I couldn’t Refuse

Race the Clock
by Michelle W.
Here’s the title of your post: “An Offer I Couldn’t Refuse.”

Set a timer for ten minutes, and write it. Go!

My father had written a letter to R (my late husband), accepting his marriage proposal. He died three months later. My elder uncle became my guardian. Uncle, and my aunt decided to reject R’s proposal, and they wrote him a letter of refusal soon after my father’s death.

Six months later, R’s father came to insist upon my marriage to his son. Uncle refused, and told him that he was marrying me to his own son, so he should search for some other girl for R.

When R’s father came for the third time, my uncle decided to ask me. I was young, and naive, and afraid of a wrong decision. I told uncle that I couldn’t make a decision, so whatever decision he took was fine by me. Uncle refused saying that he wasn’t my father, so any deciding that had to be done should be by me.

What did I do?
I took two pieces of paper, and wrote R’s name on one paper, and on the other one, my cousin’s name. I folded them, recited Bismillah (b-ismi-llāhi r-raḥmāni r-raḥīmi بِسْمِ اللهِ الرَّحْمٰنِ الرَّحِيْمِ “In the name of God, Most Gracious, Most Merciful”) over them, and closed my eyes to pick. My fate got decided this way.


I Hang On

In Good Faith
Describe a memory or encounter in which you considered your faith, religion, spirituality — or lack of — for the first time

I hang on to God. When I face disappointments in life, and I am feeling terrible; questions does arise in my heart.

Why isn’t He listening to me?

Why doesn’t He answers my prayers?

Why doesn’t He take away my suffering?

He answers it in 89th Chapter of the Quran Surah Al-Fajr, Ayats (verses) 15-16

15. As for man, when his Lord tests him, and thus gives him honor, and bounties, he says, “My Lord has honored me.”

16. But when He tests him, and thus restricting his provision for him, he says, “My Lord has disgraced me.”

I look at my Blessings: my children, a roof over my head, health, the food I get to eat, I feel ashamed of myself at feeling discontented.

If there weren’t inconveniences in life, it wouldn’t have been a life?

I count my Blessings, and feel better.

My earlier writing on the same subject:

Attention WordPress: since last December, I stopped connecting to the grid.
From Jan 1, 2015 I stopped receiving the daily prompt letter.

What is to be done?


A Childhood Fantasy

Second-Hand Stories
by Ben Huberman
What’s the best story someone else has recently told you (in person, preferably)? Share it with us, and feel free to embellish — that’s how good stories become great, after all.


What went through my head at seven? I would dearly want to know.

A childhood fantasy was: to press my hand into an armpit to make it shine like Prophet Musa’s (Moses) hand. I had read the story in the Quran, and somehow I thought If I prayed enough times for this miracle, it would happen. I was one disappointed little girl.

This memory came, because of Nola (my daughter). She phoned early in the morning. She was talking about two days fasting 9th and 10th Muharram (Lunar Calendar), in remembrance of Prophet Musa, Peace be upon him.
He freed the Israelites from subjugation from the Pharaoh. She said if you fast during these dates, God forgives last year sins.

Mount Sinai, the location where Musa (Moses) first spoke to God. (Photo credit: Thanks to Wikipedia)

Moses is regarded having urged Prophet Muhammad (p.b.u.h) when the latter ascended the heavens during Mi’raj, to ask God to reduce the number of prayers until five remained.

Every morning I send salutations on all the Prophets by this verse form the Quran, Part 23, Chapter 37, Surah Saffat, verses 180-182:

Glory to thy Lord, the Lord of Honor and Power! (He is free) from what they ascribe (to Him).
And Peace on the Messengers.
And Praise to Allah, the Lord and Cherisher of the Worlds.


Give Thanks

Daily Prompt: From the Top
Today, write about any topic you feel like — but you must reuse your opening line (at least) two more times in the course of your post.


Thank you Allah for a peaceful day.

Theses are words often said by my son S at the end of a day. I don’t know in which world I exist. They would pass over my head. I would say a perfunctory repeat “Thank you Allah”, and that would be that.

Yesterday night while retracing our steps back home after our walk, he again said with a sigh “Thank you Allah for the end of a peaceful day”, I was reminded that I never say this. Then and there I resolved with myself that I will give thanks to God at the end of a day.

During the day from morning till night I do give thanks to God for various things. I had never given thanks for a peaceful day. It is a reprieve from God which we don’t realize.

Give Thanks

Break the Silence

When was the last time you really wanted (or needed) to say something, but kept quiet? Write a post about what you should’ve said.

The Prophet Muhammad’s resting place. Masjid Nabwi, Madina, Saudi Arabia. (Photo by FJ)

Thank you Ben for the prompt, otherwise I wouldn’t be writing this.

About three days earlier I came upon a post. I have this question to ask: Why are you misquoting God’s book?

Are you not lying?

What I don’t understand: Why are people so afraid of Islam, that they resort to mudslinging the Prophet Muhammad ( peace be upon him), and God’s book Quran?

They change the meaning to their own contorted version and lies.

Why do you blame Islam and the Quran, when you come across those who follow the path of darkness, and are friends of Satan?
I don’t think any religion teaches evilness.

Why do you drag Islam, the Quran, the Prophet and all innocent Muslims when an evil person does something?
Your intention should be to draw attention to the crime not to degrade all Muslims.

Why not simply say the name or names of those who commit a crime?

When are you going to stop?

Is there a limit?

Break the Silence

The Morning Prayer

Daily Prompt: Just Another Day
Our days are organized around numerous small actions we repeat over and over. What’s your favorite daily ritual?


My favorite is the early morning ritual of saying my Fajr (morning) prayer.
At 5.30am, the alarm on my iPad wakes me up. I rush to the bathroom to do Wudu, the ritual of washing before saying the prayer.

Image from Google

After saying Fajr prayer, I read the Quran, and then Azkars.

I begin the day with remembrance of God, certain in my heart that He will watch over me, and keep me from any harm.

Once in a blue moon, I don’t wake up with the alarm and miss my prayer. That happens very rarely, but when it does, I am miserable. Of course I say the Qada, (missed) prayer with Zuhr, (noon) prayer.

Before my iPad I used to rely on my alarm clock to wake me up. Sometimes I would forget to turn on the alarm. If before sleeping I whispered to my Guarding Angels, (there are two with every human being) to wake me up, I would wake with the sound of swoosh of wings. It would be so loud.

Go on try it. Tell your Angels to wake you up.

You are going to be surprised.

The Morning Prayer

God is One

Daily Prompt: Reason to Believe
In Reason to Believe, Bruce Springsteen sings, At the end of every hard-earned day/people find some reason to believe.
What’s your reason to believe?

My mother died, when I was very young. My elder brother, (eight years elder than me) and I lived with father, after her death. My three younger siblings were looked after by the grandmothers.

Father was away most of the time. My older brother would be out playing with his friends. My life was school and home. At home, I would be found, swinging in the garden.

My education from class1 to class 3, was at a Convent School. My earlier religious education was conflicting. The Mother Superior at the Convent would drill the children, that Jesus was the son of God. The Maulvi Sahib, (religious teacher) at home, who used to teach me reading of the Quran, would say, “God is One, there is no god but He.”

I was, but a child. I thought that probably two gods existed in a parallel Universe.

At the same time, I would watch our cook saying his five times prayers. Sometimes I would stand beside him, emulating the way he used to pray, without understanding one bit. At night time, when he was saying the Isha Prayers, I would stand beside him. During prostration, I would fall asleep on the prayer mat.

Growing up, I started reading the translation of the Quran by myself. I loved reading it, and discovered the One, True God.

I understood that God is One. He sent his Messengers on earth, and Jesus was one of the Messengers. God has no need to beget a son. It’s but a lie.

In Surah Ikhlas (The Purity of Faith) Chapter 112, God Says:
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

Without my belief in God, I would have had a miserable life. I am thankful to God, for everything in my life.

God is One

Keeping Faith

Yesterday in The Huffington Post a writer called Ramadan a Muslim holiday. I wanted to clear the misconception, it’s not a holiday for Muslims. You are not taking a break. You go about your work but observe thirty days fasting with the beginning of the month of Ramadan.

The fast begins with the crack of dawn and ends in the evening when the sun goes down. You are not eating any food or drinking water during dawn to dusk. You break your fast with the call of the Muezzin for the evening prayers. Before dawn you have your breakfast or whatever you want to eat and with the call of Muezzin to morning prayers your fast begins. You are not taking a holiday. You go about your work and students go to schools and colleges. Nowadays the young ones are lucky they are having summer vacations otherwise it would have been very hard for them.

Ramadan was and is enjoined upon Muslims who keep faith in One, True God. He is One, The Supreme Being who created the human beings and everything in this Universe.

Below is the 112 Surah (chapter) Al Ikhlas (The Purity of Faith)from The Quran.
بسم اله الرحمن الرحيم
قل هو اله احد
اله صمد
لم يلد و لم يولد
و لم يكن له كفوا احد
The Translation

In the name of Allah, most Gracious, Most Merciful.
Say: He is Allah,
The One and Only;
Allah, the Eternal, Absolute;
He neither begot anyone
Nor was He begotten;
And there is none
Like unto Him.

The spirit of fasting is that we should become better people. It’s main purpose is to clean our souls. Alas! More among us follow the letter and not the spirit of Ramadan. God gave us this month as a Gift. It was so the human soul develops Piety. It was so that we see the hunger and help people less fortunate than us. Help us God to become better human beings. Amen.