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Zainab Al-Kubra

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  1. Salam sis and Happy 2008! May it bring you all your heart's desires! Ilahi Ameen

  2. (salam) Just take a sijaadah into work with u and ask if u can pray in the staff room or some hidden corner somewhere... I don't know of any places near there sorry!
  3. Salaam, great news glad to see the suggestion was taken onboard :) Fe aman Allah
  4. (bismillah) (salam) is this the same conference being held at rasool adham hussaynia? I forgotten the date of it - some time in the firstish week of august. Fe aman Allah
  5. (bismillah) (salam) :cry: Mashallah brother that was soooooo beautiful :cry: inshallah u get so much thawaab for writing such a beautiful poem for aba abdillah (as) :cry: I hope u keep writing such beautiful poems inshallah n keep the ahlulbayt (as) proud Fe aman Allah
  6. I agree completely... People here are quite distrubed to put it nicely... and that's for both shias and non shias :D Avoid settling in london it plants and establishes a disease in your heart that is difficult to overcome... and if ure not careful u'll be consumed by it and end up saying things like "bare buff man innit" but seriously u feel the strength of the shaytan in this city.. it is most deffinately HIS home My suggestion.. live somewhere near to london so u can come just for the majalis-avoid wales at all costs (except for holidays :D). Fe aman Allah
  7. (bismillah) (salam) Another poem from Fatima Tahir: Darkness and despair all around No hope or light can be found Words of the Prophet all forgotten Everything corrupt and rotten Hearts black, dark desires to fulfil Islam! HAH! Only “Muslims” with hearts which are ill In deep sadness we watch the earth shatter Listening to the media’s inane chatter Bodies lying in the streets left to rot Even a baby lying dead in its cot No innocence, no humanity, only pain As the bombs all around them rain Tears flow down the faces of those helpless Children, women, elders… killed regardless No place for us in the world we find No hope of finding peace of mind Our lives deemed worthless by those who “command” Destroying as much as they can of our land How much longer must we endure the oppression? Wherever we turn we’re faced with aggression So tired of all the injustice in the earth So tired I begin to regret my own birth Where will it all come to in the end? When will the time come to amend... All the laws broken the lives torn? With our Imam true Islam will be reborn! Fatima Tahir Fe aman Allah
  8. (bismillah) (salam) You're all very welcome.. I hope one day inshallah we'll all get to hear it recited as a maqtal that would be really nice.. If i get n e more poems from the same writer i'll be sure to post it inshallah Fe aman Allah
  9. (bismillah) (salam) Your light illuminated the earth The angels from above smiled at your birth Your father the Holy Prophet entered you under the Kisaa2 You oh Fatima are Sayyidatun Nisaa2 He gave you to Amir-ul-mu2mineen In marriage united in the heavens you were seen The Kothar of the Prophet a holy progeny was born Hasan, Hussain and Zainab like a crown your head they adorn Happiness and love in your father’s shadow you felt But in death tormented by the munafiq’s that were left The day of Ghadeer they said to Ali Bakhkhan lak And now at Saqifah Allah’s plan they chose to wreck You lay broken on the floor From the nail embedded in the door Your heart broken and tears running down your face Remembering the sweetness of your fathers’ embrace “Fidhdha!!!” You call out as you lay there in pain Omar curse him wished you were slain Mohsin was lost from the door that crushed Fatima couldn’t mourn as to Imam Ali she rushed His hands tied as He was dragged across the dust Fatima in agony felt to curse them was a must “Do not Oh Fatima! For if you do The whole of the earth will die” Ali said to you Your place in heaven amongst the highest will be I pray to you oh Fatima 2ishfa3ili Your rib broken sadness you can no longer endure Meeting your father could be the only cure A will to Imam Ali you told “Wash me Oh Ali and the kafan around me fold. For my children let Umama be their mother In the night bury me you and no other.” Imam Ali went to the mosque to pray In their home Fatimatul Zahraa lay Asma waited and called her name But from Her room no answer came To Her father and Her lord she returned Hasan and Hussain for their mother their hearts burned “First our beloved grandfather and now you left us too! Oh Mother; how do we live without you?!” They rushed to the mosque and their father “Oh hurry oh father! Hurry to our mother!” “What’s wrong?” Asked a passer by “Fatima oh world has died!” was their cry Imam Ali now carried out the will of Fatima He washed her with camphor and sidir water Asma found the Imam in tears at Fatima’s side “Be patient oh master I know your beloved has died.” “Asma look at what I discovered, what Fatima tried to hide” Her broken rib was apparent; Asma bowed her head and cried. In Her coffin Ali placed Fatima And placed her in the earth of Medina His heart in pieces He said “Oh Prophet your beloved daughter is dead! To Allah do we belong to Him is our return She will tell you now how our house they tried to burn!” On her grave Ali lay alone In his sleep She said “Go to Zainab she’s on her own.” He awoke and blessings on Fatima he sent And rushing, to Zainab’s aid he went. Oh beautiful daughter of the Prophet Muhammad Tears flow when your Ziyarah is read Peace be upon thee Oh she whose rights were taken Oh she who’s holy rib was broken Oh she whose grave is unknown Except to the Ahlulbayt alone She whose last days were spent in grieving Who life for her had lost all meaning She whose death was her only hope But for the living, with it was hard to cope. And now in happiness with your family you remain We pray for your blessings upon us to rain. In you we hope and pray for Shafa3ah When we stand before our Lord yawm ul qiyamah Our love for you will save us that day As in life for you we always pray Your memory and lessons we promise will never die Ya madhlumatul Zahraa till our deaths we shall cry “Allah will be pleased with whom Zahraa is pleased” For this I promise I’ll strive till I am realeased. By Fatima Tahir Fe aman Allah
  10. (bismillah) (salam) Got this in an email... Wasted Youth I look into the reflection that stares back at me In my eyes I see what once used to be A happiness and light that once glowed Faith in Allah from my heart flowed But only memories of that child remain And a longing to be her once again But she’s gone now and nothings left The sins are too many all I have is regret My heart consumed by blackness no light In the darkness I sit consumed with fright Alone and lonely I lose all hope and despair! My life I’ve wasted there’s no way to repair. The sins have consumed my once living soul I now remain, I am no longer whole A withered body remains life’s taken its toll No way to refill that now empty hole Reflecting over a lifetime of abuse and corruption My desires I followed without interruption My conscience I ignored until it was silenced I even resorted to using violence I look at the reflection comparing it to the past Looks like I got what I wanted at last Emptiness which follows a life of idleness Features that show only immense sadness My youth lost an old figure now stands All from the deeds I dealt by my own hands Death approaches intense pain I endure Deserving of one such as me for sure No comfort from the faces that surround me Only flashes of my evil acts do I see Had I but repented and returned to my lord Had I but realised good deeds I needed to hoard Too late now in my grave my body is laid A price for my deeds I’ve dearly paid I now face the punishment that is dealt My screams unheeded pain is all that is felt From now and forever this is how I will be Terror and torture is all I will see And now I pray to my lord that I may be free But too late are these calls for me Take heed now or you too will pay this fee And be in this state for all eternity. By Fatima Tahir Fe aman Allah
  11. mashallah wallah.. go tell him ure joking like this with boys on the internet.. i'm sure he'll get a kick out of it too n loool like u did :D
  12. mistakes happen.. and we usually try to correct those mistakes don't we? so why don't you all delete your posts? Let me ask u something sister... think hard now... would u ever make such a joke with your father? and if u say no (inshallah) then just think ahlulbayt (as) are before u and if that isnt enough Allah (SWT) is always watching... Fe aman Allah
  13. I'm actually completely disgusted by the display of some on this thread... nice to see modesty is still alive and well in our community.... and as if it's not bad enough the rubbish being said girls and boys "joking" about it together....
  14. its ok sis dont say sorry to me there is no need im just baffled... im wondering if such pictures are really appropriate n e ways i dont want to take the discussion away from your topic wasalam
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