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[Sarah]

You express it all beautifully bro Ali. May Allah bless you.

Though I am not close to arwah Ali Naqi but his sudden death just grab me from inside. It was like  a big slap on my face; telling me that this world is only transistion. Every soul shall taste death and I am just waiting for mine  

By Allah, arwah Ali Naqi has never hurt/upset me with his words be it at the forum or chatroom. He is a nice brother. By hearing so many good praises for him, makes me truly in awe of him. What a great loss for all of us!

The fact that it has bring everyone of us together to share this grief with his family (May Allah SWT provide ease to the family during these hard times) clearly shows that how close we are as shia-e-Ali. Never have I feel so much for a friend, a brother.       Ya Allah...

Bro Ali Naqi, we will miss you, surely we will miss you. Inshallah, we will meet you there. May Allah bless you and your family, and that you are placed near Rasullulah   and the ahlulbayt    

I lost a brother today...    

[Batool]

No-one could have ever guessed, what this great brother had been through in his short life unless he told you. When he first told me of his heart condition and how many operations he had been through, I was shocked, I couldn't beleive that someone so happy and free of grudges had endured so much and managed to remain warm, kind and friendly towards everyone.

I used to tease him alot and he would take it and tease me back. I'd say, if you ever find someone to marry let me speak to her and suss her out, and then you can make things final and he'd say, OMG I dont want you scaring her off , or he'd tell me to get off his back because he was too young to think of marriage....it will never be now    If I worried that I might have upset him, I'd ask him and he would say, no way, you're my Baji ( big sis) and if he asked me the same I'd say, no way, you're my cute lil bro. Oh and if we ever debated over something Islamic, he would listen and explain his thoughts, not just get angry and refuse to listen as so many of us tend to do.

He loved being a chatmoderator. He had alot of time and repect for his fellow mods and for all the members. He was everyones favourite chatmod. I hope he knew that.

Please recite namaz e wahshat tonight, and  Quran for his soul, if you cannot recite a juz then Surah Yaseen and if not that then Surah Fateha and Surah Ikhlaas and salawat.
Please pray for his family to have sabr at a time that is too difficult for us to comprehend.

May Allah grant our dear brother a place amongst his best servants in Jannat. Peace be upon you Ali Naqi.

[Dude2005]

Rest in Peace loved brother, may Allah (SWT) grant peace and Paradise place for you, loved brother.        

[widad]

^

Ameen.

Do let us keep the brother in our thoughts tonight, the most difficult of nights. Let us remember him in what form we can, sadaqa and Namaz e Wahshet.

Let us also pray to Allah to give his family Sabr in this time.

Wa'Salaam

[sayedzeeshan]

I am still in a shock. How could i believe my ears and eyes, for someone so nice and sweet to leave us so soon. Ali Naqi was a guy, whom shiachat would be proud of. Such a cool guy with so much knowledge. I would always miss him.

May Allah rest his soul in Peace, and give his family patience.

Inna Lillahe Wa Inna Elayhe Rajeoon.

My heart is weeping profoundly and reciting these words of Imam Ali(as).

Amir al-mu'minin recited the verse
Engage (your) vying in exuberance, until ye come to the graves. (Qur'an, 102:1-2)

Then he said:

How distant (from achievement) is their aim, how neglectful are these visitors and how difficult is the affair. They have not taken lessons from things which are full of lessons, but they took them from far off places. Do they boast on the dead bodies of their fore-fathers, or do they regard the number of dead persons as a ground for feeling boastful of their number? They want to revive the bodies that have become spiritless and the movements that have ceased. They are more entitled to be a source of lesson than a source of pride. They are more suitable for being a source of humility than of honour.

They looked at them with weak-sighted eyes and descended into the hollow of ignorance. If they had asked about them from the dilapidated houses and empty courtyards, they would have said that they went into the earth in the state of misguidance and you too are heading ignorantly towards them. You trample their skulls, want to raise constructions on their corpses, you graze what they have left and live in houses which they have vacated. The days (that lie) between them and you are also bemoaning you and reciting elegies over you.

They are your fore-runners in reaching the goal and have arrived at the watering places before you. They had positions of honour and plenty of pride. They were rulers and holders of positions. Now they have gone into the interstice where earth covers them from above and is eating their flesh and drinking their blood. They lie in the hollows of their graves lifeless, no more growing, and hidden, not to be found. The approach of dangers does not frighten them, and the adversity of circumstances does not grieve them. They do not mind earthquakes, nor do they pay heed to thunders. They are gone and not expected back. They are existent but unseen. They were united but are now dispersed. They were friendly and are now separated.

Their accounts are unknown and their houses are silent, not because of length of time or distance of place, but because they have been made to drink the cup (of death) which has changed their speech into dumbness, their hearing into deafness and their movements into stillness. It seems as though they are fallen in slumber. They are neighbours not feeling affection for each other, or friends who do not meet each other. The bonds of their knowing each other have been worn out and the connections of their friendship have been cut asunder. Everyone of them is therefore alone although they are a group, and they are strangers, even though friends. They are unaware of morning after a night and of evening after a day. The night or the day when they departed has become ever existent for them. [2] They found the dangers of their placed of stay more serious than they had apprehended, and they witnessed that its signs were greater than they had guessed. The two objectives (namely paradise and hell) have been stretched for them upto a point beyond the reach of fear or hope. Had they been able to speak they would have become dumb to describe what they witnessed or saw.

Even though their traces have been wiped out and their news has stopped (circulating), eyes are capable of drawing a lesson, as they looked at them, ears of intelligence heard them and they spoke without uttering words. So, they said that handsome faces have been destroyed and delicate bodies have been smeared with earth. We have put on a worn-out shroud. The narrowness of the grave has overwhelmed us and strangeness has spread among us. Our silent abodes have been ruined. The beauty of our bodies has disappeared. Our known features have become hateful. Our stay in the places of strangeness has become long. We do not get relief from pain, nor widening from narrowness.

Now. if you portray them in your mind, or if the curtains concealing them are removed from them for you, in this state when their ears have lost their power and turned deaf, their eyes have been filled with dust and sunk down, their tongues which were very active have been cut into pieces, their hearts which were ever wakeful have become motionless in their chests, in every limb of theirs a peculiar decay has occurred which has deformed it, and has paved the way for calamity towards it, all these lie powerless, with no hand to help them and no heart to grieve over them, (then) you would certainly notice the grief of (their) hearts and the dirt of (their) eyes.

Every trouble of theirs is such that its position does not change and the distress does not clear away. How many a prestigious body and amazing beauty the earth has swallowed, although when in the world he enjoyed abundant pleasures and was nurtured in honour. He clung to enjoyments (even) in the hour of grief. If distress befell him he sought refuge in consolation (derived) through the pleasures of life and playing and games. He was laughing at the world while the world was laughing at him because of his life full of forgetfulness. Then time trampled him like thorns, the days weakened his energy and death began to look at him from near. Then he was overtaken by a grief which he had never felt, and ailments appeared in place of the health he had previously possessed.

He then turned to that with which the physician had made him familiar, namely suppressing the hot (diseases) with cold (medicines) and curing the cold with hot doses, but the cold things did nothing save aggravate the hot ailments, while the hot ones did nothing except increasing the coldness, nor did he acquire temperateness in his constitution but rather every ailment of his increased till his physicians became helpless, his attendants grew loathsome and his own people felt disgusted from describing his disease, avoided answering those who enquired about him and quarrelled in front of him about the serious news which they were concealing from him. Thus, someone would say "his condition is what it is" and would console them with hopes of his recovery, while another one would advocate patience on missing him, recalling to them the calamities that had befallen the earlier generations.

In this state when he was getting ready to depart from the world and leave his beloved ones, such a serious choking overtook him that his senses became bewildered and the dampness of his tongue dried up. Now, there was many an important question whose reply he knew about he could not utter it, and many a voice that was painful for his heart that he heard but remained (unmoved) as though he was deaf the voice of either and elder whom he used to respect or of a younger whom he used to caress. The pangs of death are too hideous to be covered by description or to be appreciated by the hearts of the people in this world.

[inshaAllah]

I wish I was there to carry you on my shoulders, my dear brother; our prayers will be there, to accompany you, to say final good bye !  

Fi-AManillah

[marzooq]

  

  Inna Lillahay Waa Inna Ilayee Hay Rajayoon. May Allah rest Ali Naqvi sould in heaven and peace, Aameen.

  Please recite namaz-e-wehsat for brother Ali Naqi.

We lost a momin brother....  

Wasalam,
Marzooq.

Edited by marzooq, 27 March 2006 - 07:47 AM.

[Rawshni]

Ishq-e-Batool, on Mar 27 2006, 03:50 AM, said:

No-one could have ever guessed, what this great brother had been through in his short life unless he told you. When he first told me of his heart condition and how many operations he had been through, I was shocked, I couldn't beleive that someone so happy and free of grudges had endured so much and managed to remain warm, kind and friendly towards everyone.

I used to tease him alot and he would take it and tease me back. I'd say, if you ever find someone to marry let me speak to her and suss her out, and then you can make things final and he'd say, OMG I dont want you scaring her off , or he'd tell me to get off his back because he was too young to think of marriage....it will never be now    If I worried that I might have upset him, I'd ask him and he would say, no way, you're my Baji ( big sis) and if he asked me the same I'd say, no way, you're my cute lil bro. Oh and if we ever debated over something Islamic, he would listen and explain his thoughts, not just get angry and refuse to listen as so many of us tend to do.

He loved being a chatmoderator. He had alot of time and repect for his fellow mods and for all the members. He was everyones favourite chatmod. I hope he knew that.

Please recite namaz e wahshat tonight, and  Quran for his soul, if you cannot recite a juz then Surah Yaseen and if not that then Surah Fateha and Surah Ikhlaas and salawat.
Please pray for his family to have sabr at a time that is too difficult for us to comprehend.

May Allah grant our dear brother a place amongst his best servants in Jannat. Peace be upon you Ali Naqi.

You touch raw nerves.

I haven't been here as long as you've been, but this shooting star had become very close to me . . . used to say "aap kou ammaan bann nay kaa bohat shauq hai . . . sabb kou baita kehtee rehtee hain"

He was among the finest I've come accross here.  Perhaps that's why he's been called up where he's gone . . . The world, Al-Zahra Center, Watford where he was one of the active volunteers, and ShiaChat, all are the poorer for his having been called up for other duties elsewhere . . .

Pata naheen aisa sochcnaa kufr hai keh naheen, magar abhee kuchch aur jee laytaa tou kyaa thaa ?? Kisee kaa kyaa chala jaata?

[Whizbee]

I was up all night and the only thing running through my mind was that this was a silly April fool's prank. Well, it isn't. This is so not happening....

[widad]

^

Even though I didn;t know him, my first thoughts were it's an April fool's, albeit a bit early. He was young, and I guess it's always unexpected.

Inshallah we all keep his family in our dua'as... to give them sabr in this time.

Wa'Salaam

[Aal-e-Imran]

....didn't even get a chance, to say sorry...

[Whizbee]

widad, on Mar 27 2006, 07:54 PM, said:

^

Even though I didn;t know him, my first thoughts were it's an April fool's, albeit a bit early. He was young, and I guess it's always unexpected.

Inshallah we all keep his family in our dua'as... to give them sabr in this time.

Wa'Salaam

It's at times like these that you feel so helpless and weak and trapped and you just can't do anything. It is so much easier because you didn't know him. I did and the pain is unbearable.

[Mo0oS]

Allah yer7amak ya khaye ALI w yej3alak men ahel el jannah ya rab el 3alamin

[WEST_INDIAN_RUDEGYAL]

That was truly heartfelt Brother Ali, mashallah.

Just wanted to say goodbye......


When a man dies and his relatives are busy in funeral rights therestands an extremely handsome man by his head. When the dead body is shrouded, that man gets in between  the shroud and the chest of the deceased. When after the burial, the people return home, two angels, Munkar and Nakeer come in the grave and try to separate this handsome man so that they may be able to interrogate the dead man in  privacy about his faith.

But the handsome  man says, "He is my companion, he is my friend. I will not leave him alone in any case. If you are appointed for interrogation, do your job. I cannot leave him until I get him admitted into Paradise".  Thereafter he turns to his dead companion and says, "I am the Qura'an, which you used to read sometimes in a loud voice and sometimes in a low voice.  Do not worry. After the interrogation of Munkar and Naker, you will have no grief. When the interrogation is over, the handsome man arranges for him from al_Mala'ul  A'laa (the angels in Heaven) a silk bedding filled with musk.

I hear that brother Ali Naqi was an excellent quran recitor within the community, Inshallah this blessing will be bestowed upon him and may he rest in peace. Illahiyameen.

Rasulullah (Sallalloho alaihe wasallam) said, "On the Day of Judgement, before Allah, no other intercessor will have a greater status than the Qura'an, neither a Prophet nor an
angel."


Farewell Brother Ali Naqi, you are truly blessed to have touched so many of us.  

Inna Lillahi Wa Inna Ilayhi Rajeeon  

"Every soul shall have a taste of death; In the end to us shall ye be brought back
(Surah Al-'Ankabut The Spider 29:57)


W/S

Edited by hellotoyou, 27 March 2006 - 10:17 AM.

[soul_in_training]

he was a great chat mod...always there for me. May Allah bless his soul. He never was hot tempered, and always greeted people who entered the chat room with a friendly salaam. May Allah place him in the proximity of the Ahlulbayt.

[shah110]

there 1 thing that i wil neva forget about him he neva eva sed 2 me salams eevyr tym we used 2 meet in mosk it was alway ya ali madat

[sarfraz110]

Inna Lillahi Wa Inna Ilayhi Raji'oon......

Alas Sayyid Ali has left this worldly abode......
But his spirit still lives with us....
and His mission still continues........
May Allah give us all thousands of brothers like Brother Ali...
a gr8 Role model and one who this gr8 website is gr8ly indebted 2...
Lets take a moment to reflect.........
Brother Ali We are all with You..........
please recite Surah Al-Fateha ~(Ummul Kitab)
For Brother Ali and all the Momineen who have left us...
Ameen Ya Rabbal Alameen
You Are Al-Qaim and always have been...

Imam Ali    Said :

You Never realise the value of Something till it is Lost/ or the oppertunity has passed.

Let Us strive to be remembered for the good things we do too like Brother Ali..


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[Ikhlaas]

May Allah (SWT) have Mercy on his soul, and grant him the intercession of Rasulullaah (SAWA) and his Ahlul Bayt .

He was a good friend, we'd always joke, and you know I felt like he was at peace with himself and in general thinking back.. subhaanAllah..

Such a wonderful, humble, kind, warm-hearted Mo'min.

Surely through the Eternal Mercy of Allah (SWT), he will be granted the intercession of the Infallibles (SA). If for anything, for his love of Imam Ali . How can we forget: "Ya Ali Madad!" .. "Ya Ali Waris".. "Ya Ali".. which he uttered much in recent weeks..

May Allah (SWT) have great Mercy on his dear soul, and grant patience to his family and friends, and peace and ease in their hearts..


Fi Amaanillah

Edited by Ikhlaas, 27 March 2006 - 10:55 AM.

[Zuljenah]

Ishq-e-Batool, on Mar 27 2006, 03:50 AM, said:

He loved being a chatmoderator. He had alot of time and repect for his fellow mods and for all the members. He was everyones favourite chatmod. I hope he knew that.

Indeed, he was everyone's favourite and will always be.

I only started to know Ali once I got back from London in May 2005 when I became a chat mod. He was such a great little brother. Chotoo Bhai... We'd love to talk about our favourite foods, and that's how his nickname Samosa came about, and I was Pakora. If I were to go to London again, I was gonna take him out for Samosas and Pakoras... But it wasn't meant to be. A part of me doesn't even want to go to London again because he is not there for me to take out for Samosas now.

I'm disappointed that in the past few months I grew distant and he and I spoke less and less. The last time we spoke was before he left for Ziyarat. And despite us hardly speaking in the past few weeks, he was so kind and happy to make du'as for me when I asked him to. I regret not IMing him when I saw him on MSN after he had come back from Ziyarat. I wanted to, but thought it can wait. And now the chance has passed.

I remember in December when I had final exams, and I was really worried about one of my exams, and he was online that night and would check up on me every half hour or so to see how my studying was going, and he was so encouraging as always. And I did do well on that exam.

I've had relatives pass away before, including grandparents, but this is the first time where I've really mourned the loss of someone and feel truly saddened. Its somewhat ironic how I can mourn more for someone I've never met than for relatives I've met countless times but but who seemed so distant despite their phyical proximity to me. Although I never met Ali, I feel like I've lost the chance to get to know better a really wonderful and great friend. I was aware of his heart condition from when he and I started talking, but I never imagined this day to come so soon. He was truly a role model to everyone. Despite the difficulties, always so kind and optimistic and he had such strong Imaan.

Ali was a great friend to everyone he met. He was truly a gem amongst all of us, and he will be deeply missed. I wish I'd been a better friend to him, as good a friend to him as he was to me. I've missed my chance to live up to my end of the friendship, but I won't ever forget you Ali Naqi, and InshAllah I'll take you out for Samosas in the next life... And I promise I'll do whatever I can in this life to make sure you are at peace where you are. InshAllah you are smiling and in the company of the AhlulBayt.

[SoulDomination]

I would like to personally thank the brother who wrote such a touching thread on Brother Ali Naqi, May Allah give you peace in this world and the hereafter.

I would like to add that it was a pleasure and Honour to have Ali as part of my Youth Committee to have been with me throughout my role as a Youth Chairman.

If this is not a wake up call for my soul then God save me.  

I look up to brothers like Ali Naqi and it was an honour to have him as part of the Watford Community.

Wasalaam  

[DaSouljah]

May Allah Grant him Jannah.

[rookie_in_religion]

innah lillahi wa innah ilayhi raajiun  

may Allah grant brother ali a place in jannah with his chosen ones

[raat ki rani]

shah110, on Mar 27 2006, 04:17 PM, said:

there 1 thing that i wil neva forget about him he neva eva sed 2 me salams eevyr tym we used 2 meet in mosk it was alway ya ali madat

Yeh whenever id say salaam in the chat, he'd always reply with Ya Ali Madad rani jee

[widad]

Zulji, your words have really brought tears to my eyes.

Wa'Salaam