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Peace be Upon You

This isn’t about the third sentence from Mrs Anglo Swiss’s blog. I got the idea about what to write was from her second last, and third last paragraphs.

Muslims greet each other with the words:

  

These words are : AssalamuAlaikum Warahmatullahi Wah Barakatuhu. 

The translation: May Peace be upon you, and God’s Mercy, and Blessings.

Normally people use a shorter version which is; AssalamuAlaikum (Peace be upon you). The return reply is: WahlaikumAssalam which means “to you Peace be upon you”.

The correct way of etiquette is that the person who is younger should greet first the older one. Another way is that both should say it at the same time. Some who are arrogant, and have a mistaken idea about their own worth wait till the other person say it first, and then they deign to reply.

I have really met such people. Basically they are good people, but why they act this way is beyond me. I hold parents responsible, and specially the mothers for such an attitude. Children learn from their parents, and teachers. Good manners should be taught at an early age when children are impressionable. What they imbibe at this stage makes up their personalities later on.

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Third From the Top

Head to “Blogs I Follow” in the Reader. Scroll down to the third post in the list. Take the third sentence in the post, and work it into your own.


Salah

Two Right Feet
by Ben Huberman
What are the things you need to do within 30 minutes of waking up to ensure your day gets off on the right foot? What happened the last time you didn’t do one of these things?

At beginning of a morn, I get up and pray
It’s the same thing I do at the end of a day
(Sheen)

My first thing in the morning is to get up for Fajr (morning prayer). I rarely miss saying it. Before I sleep, I set up an alarm to wake me up at the required time.

The last time I missed it was about five years back. My (late) husband R, and I had gone to the village to attend a relative’s marriage. After attending the first day function, I got to my home in the evening.

Our home in the village remained closed, and shuttered till we went there for a night or two. It would collect dust massively. It is, and was a nightmare to clean. My greatest obstacle was the load shedding. With no electricity I couldn’t use the vacuum cleaner. Sometimes the watchman (we had employed for the village home) would forget to fill the water tank (for wee hours the electricity would come, and go) —there wouldn’t be any water for washing, or any other purpose.

In between my bouts of cleaning, I managed to give R his evening tea, and later on meals. I washed the dishes, and give the kitchen a good scrub too. R went to sleep, and I continued with cleaning till the electricity went off at 12p.m. I lighted a candle, and went to shower to remove the dust, and grime. I said my night prayer, before I went to sleep. By then, it was 1.30 am.
I was bone tired, and sleepy, and forgot the alarm.

I was jolted into awakening by R, when he asked for tea. I realized that I had missed my prayer. That day my husband, and I had a disagreement over something which morphed into a huge spat. I was miserable the whole day, and I didn’t enjoy the wedding festivities.

I feel blessed, and at peace after going through my Fajr Salah (prayer). Angels surround us at the time of praying to God, and we feel peace, and calmness in our hearts.

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My Favorite Book

Daily Prompt: Off the Shelf
Take a look at your bookcase. If you had enough free time, which book would be the first one you’d like to reread? Why?

There is one book which I have read many times over, but I still haven’t my fill of it. I started reading it as a child. As a teenager (without anyone telling me) I started reading its translation along with the original words of Arabic.

I have reread it every year of my life many times, always with translation. I feel I am a better person because of it. I have always sought guidance from it.

Every time I read it, I discover a new depth, and meaning to it. I have always found solace, peace, and comfort from it. If I am worried, and open its’ pages, the verse I see confirms to my need at the moment. It’s truly a book of miracles, and a guidance for all humanity.

My favorite book is Quran.

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My Heart Breaks

Daily Prompt: Talking in Your Sleep
Have you ever eavesdropped on a conversation you weren’t supposed to? Tell about a time when it was impossible to overhear a conversation between people who didn’t know you were there. What was the conversation about? How did it make you feel?
Show ACCIDENT.

Right now I remember two conversations, a bad one and a good one. At both of them I was nearby. I wasn’t consciously listening, but I overheard.

I don’t feel like writing about the bad experience. You will get a shock knowing how heartless a person can be. It is painful.

I will write about the good one.
Years back, I overheard my father telling someone in the room with him (I was outside), “I can’t bear it, if my daughter cries. My heart breaks. She has this affect on me. When my sons cry, I would like to shake them to stop them from crying.”

I sort of realized that my father was talking about me. I was about eleven at that time. My father called me his little princess.

As a child when I would cry out in sleep, he was always there. He would instantly be on my side. He would click on a light and reassure me. Before he slept he would come to my room and see I was tucked up safely in bed.

As a teenager whenever I woke up and felt thirsty, I would call father, “Baba, I need a glass of water.” He would bring me water to drink. He never told me to get up and get the water by myself.

When he saw me, he would hug and then kiss my cheek. If I was sitting he would drop a loving kiss on my bent head.

Peace and God’s Blessings on him. Ameen.

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My Heart Breaks