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  1. Salam, Genghis Khan was a real historical figure and his military prowess enabled him to claim vast swathes of land, and ultimately set the stage for his children to inherit. I will present my argument in the following steps: Step 1: The Mongols did not have any prominent literature prior to and during Genghis Khan's early reign for the most part. That changed with the introduction of the Secret Book of Mongols, commissioned by Genghis himself. Now considering the dearth of written material from Mongol sources, it is quite logical that Genghis exaggerated his claims as conquerors are wont to do (case in point, Cesar's Commentaries). But reading the literature of those kingdoms that Genghis overcame provides proof of his conquering abilities. The Xi Xia kingdom was brought down by Genghis before he went on to attack China proper, and their sources mention devastation galore. Step 2: Genghis started out as a young man whose own tribe disowned him after his father's death. Left for dead, he survived the Mongol winter with his brothers. You mentioned that alcohol's prominence in Mongol culture makes it less likely for them to be conquerors. On the contrary, alcohol has historically formed a part of soldier's rations around the world. The Roman Army issued rations containing wine, and so did the Hellenic armies of Ancient Greece. France's military still does, I believe. The Mongols were raised in a harsh environment, and braved many winters before coming to maturity. Furthermore, the tribal warfare rampant in that society meant plenty of practice for any would be warrior to hone his skills (female warriors were rare, if not unheard of). Genghis unified the tribes under his command. This is arguably the greatest rags to riches story in history. Furthermore, Genghis and his brothers definitely had the temerity and strength to be conquerors. They were raised as warriors, and went from being rejects to controlling all the Mongol tribes (one Mongol Nation) Step 3: Genghis sent his tumans north under the command of his greatest general, Tsubodai Bahadur. This army has historically been proven to have defeated the forces of the local populace, crossing into Russia and destroying key cities like Kiev and Moscow, to name but a few. The Russian winter certainly did not defeat the Mongols, for the Mongol winter is notoriously harsh. Step 4: The Mongol ponies were not bred for speed, but for endurance.Their short stout frames provided Genghis' forces with an expansive deployment capability. Riders used to nick their horses veins to mix some of the blood with curdled milk. The Mongol diet also included high amounts of protein, fat and calcium. Marco Polo was definitely dishonest, but he also stayed at the court of Kublai Khan who was Genghis's grandson. The Mongols prospered because despite their lack of culture in terms of writing and recording history, they readily embraced other cutures for the most part. Had Genghis not ordered his forces to pull back from Russia (even though they were still winning) the world map today may have been different. Genghis was real, and Genghis did great things. Not good things, but great. Terrible and bloody things, but great. He destroyed Balkh, conquered Samarkand, defeated the Tartars, the Chin, The King of Kiev Rus, and many more. For more information, please consult Jack Weatherford's excellent book on the Mongols and Genghis. I forgot the name. It seems foolish to just cite one source but this book, in my humble opinion, is one of the best (if not the best), and it in turn cites reliable sources.
  2. Salam to all of you. I want to make it clear beforehand that the story I wish to tell you is of a person I know really well, arguably better than anyone else. I have no intention of making this seem to be a guide or a series of instructions for you all to adhere to. And I also have no desire to boast on behalf of this individual. I merely wish to share his story as he narrated it to me and as I saw it, in the hope that some of the brothers close to our age (late teens) would be able to understand this dilemma and what lessons can be derived from it. This person isn't a perfect Muslim, as he keeps telling me. He abstains from major sins but he has the potential to be careless of minor ones, as am I. But he was tested by his Lord and I think he seems to have passed. He was tested by a girl, and not just any girl, but a good and morally strong Muslim girl. Over time, the positions of responsibility they had assumed as leaders of the Student Council, and their obsession with leading by example meant that they grew closer. But they still abstained from haraam. I knew then that his feelings for her were hard to deny, no matter how deeply he suppressed them, as were hers. He conducted himself with dignity, persistent in his refusal to break the laws that Allah has laid down regarding the impermissibility of touching or getting too close to na-Mahrams. As did she. They could have so easily agreed to date, because even the people around them knew that these two were compatible. But they chose not to transgress the bounds placed upon them by Allah, and chose honour over passion. Over love. In all my talks with him, I discerned that he loved her, enough to let her go and not fall into sin for his sake. And so, he gradually distanced himself, albeit as politely and subtly as he could. I asked him yesterday if it was worth it, worth the pain of not taking a chance with her. He looked at me and told me that he fears Allah, enough to not defy His laws. And he also has this deep seated affection for her, which developed into respect, respect that meant that he had no wish to burden her with the ignominy of falling into sin alongside him. I can see now that it was a hard decision on his part, but that he stayed true to his creed. Despite his many faults, he resolved himself to not add another sin to his pile. This inspired me, and I hope that it will inspire some of you. I have no desire to tell the brothers in a similar situation how to live their lives, save to tell them that this person believed that heartbreak in this life for Allah's Sake will never be forgotten by the All Mighty Allah, and he will be recompensed In Shaa Allah. He wishes to be a soldier of the Imam (atf) as do I and so he scolded me after I asked him why he chose to keep her away. He said, "The soldiers of the Imam(atf) will lay down their lives for him. I, who wish to serve him, cannot even bear to think about moping over a lost love, which is trivial compared to the sacrifices of so many of our brothers and sisters throughout history." May Allah forgive all our sins, and give us the strength to pass His Tests.
  3. Please keep in mind that this is just a discuasion concerning the possibility of Ayatuaalh Nimr being the Nafs Az Zakkiyah referred to in the Hadith whoch speak of the Arrival of the Imam(atf). I'm not stating that he indeed is the Nafs az Zakkiyah. Thoughts, sisters and brothers? May Allah's peace and mercy be upon Ayatullah Nimr and his family who were ruthlessly oppressed and still spoke out while the world stayed silent.
  4. Nice. So are you treating calisthenics as an endurance building discipline? Or have you worked around with it to increase in strength and muscular hypertrophy? When I first started out weight training, I could only bench up to 120 pounds. That number went up very slowly in the three months of solid work I put in. I quit weight training for eight months to work on my handstand and planche. Gave bench press a go one fine day. Realised I could now max out at 167 pounds. So planche training helped out a lot, especially since I'd totally abandoned the iron. Sorry if I sound like I'm boasting, but just wanted to share some stores and hear some stories for myself.
  5. Salam. Anyone here interested in calisthenics or may be a regular practitioner? I'd love to hear how you came by it and some stories of success.
  6. (bismillah) Our justice administrators are all men who think in terms of peace. They have deluded themselves into thinking that all is peaceful whereas we actually are at war. They are remnants of a bygone age, where wars were fought on similar fronts with both parties having similar codes of conduct. What they don't realise is that the world is the battlefield itself. The fronts stretch from the streets of Saddar to the stalls of Darra Adam Khel, from the Underground in London to the Times Square in New York. We need judges who can understand that we are at war.
  7. (salam) My dreams are of a field afarMy dreams are of a field afar And blood and smoke and shot. There in their graves my comrades are, In my grave I am not. I too was taught the trade of man And spelt the lesson plain; But they, when I forgot and ran, Remembered and remain. Not my favourite but something I can connect with, what with all that's happening in Karachi
  8. (bismillah) (salam) Author's note:I hope that you are all well. I’ve been meaning to do something creative for the past few weeks, yet still manage to raise awareness about the Ahlul Bayt. As we all know, there’s tons of books about Imam Ali and his martial exploits specifically, but I sometimes feel distanced when authors skim through the combat part and merely declare the background and outcome of a battle. Thus it lacks a certain depth. So, I decided to write about the martial exploits of Imam Ali (as) as if I was actually there. I’ve used authentic sources and narrations, and several books. I’ve put myself in the battle as an un-named spearman, who’s merely an observer (for the duration of the passage at least) yet one who speaks of the battle with more clarity. The following passage begins with the arrival of the Meccans and ends with the commencement of one v one combat. Please do read it. Its an experiment, so it might not be as “perfect” as you’d want it to be, but it seemed like a good idea, so please, rate and review. And Allah’s Curse be upon the fat bellied killer of Imam Hasan al-Mujtaba. Salam The morning sun shines upon a sea of silver. Row upon row of spearmen march and chant in unison, spears held aloft and banners fluttering in the breeze. Their martial songs shatter the morning calm; the neighing of warhorses and the bawdy jokes of the more raucous among them exacerbate the din. War- horns and trumpets blare forth, announcing the arrival of this confident and mighty foe. We stand upon the high ground, swords half drawn; spears at hand; shields and bows slung around our backs. Not a man speaks. The tension and anxiety (such a common feature of the last few days) has vanished almost completely. The news of the flight of Abu Sufyan, and the impending arrival of the Meccan forces had nigh shattered our resolve. Every Muslim, from the water carriers of Medina to the men from Khazraj, had been wracked with uncertainty, and a sense of irrevocable despair. And yet our God strengthened our resolve, when he revealed to our Master: Allah has promised to grant you victory over one of the two bands……. (8:7) Even so, the more materialistic people have grumbled about the loss of such a tempting opportunity to amass great wealth. Our Master does not bother with such whisperings. He stands upon a crag, surrounded by his most loyal men; men who accompanied him from Medina and struggled in his way. At his left stands Miqdad, whose suggestion to fight in Allah’s (swt) way pleased the Master so immensely that he prayed for him. A little further from him is Ammar, stout of body and faith, whose parents have already given the supreme sacrifice. At the master’s right stands broad shouldered Ali, attired in a green surcoat, the color of his clan. As a child in Mecca, he wrestled boys much older than him to protect his teacher, Muhammad. No higher honor could have been given to him than to be called the brother of the Prophet at the event of Mawakhat. He has resumed the role of our master’s sworn shield and stands tensed, his sword slung across his back. There is a flurry of excitement among our brothers as the Meccans draw nigh. Our hands tighten on our shields and swords some out of their sheaths. The Master does not move an inch, his lips feverishly uttering a silent prayer. The men who surround him draw closer to him, ever ready to shield him lest the infidels let loose their arrows. The army stops. The shrill clanging of the tambourines fades away. Silence, at last. Three come out, attired for battle. The intricate jewels on their armour glisten in the sun. They take their time, walking out with slow, ostentatious steps, as if to emphasise their haughty demeanour. They thrust their chins out. The oldest among them, wily old Utba, drawls out,” Where are the Muslims of Medina?” Three youths from the Ansar pick up their lances and hurry to the Master to receive his permission. Within an instant they walk to the clearing between the two armies, to answer the cry of the infidels. The latter are not amused.” Where are the sons of Hashim?” Walid demands, bristling with fury,” We have no business with you, it’s them we want.” The Master calls the dejected youths back to the encampment, a frown upon his noble face. Hamza, the great hunter and inspiration of legends, hurries to his Prophet, and asks him for his permission. The Master grants him his wish. Ali is quick to follow his uncle, and asks the Master, in a subdued voice, for permission to fight. The two are joined by the aged Ubaydah. The Meccans nod their approval. There is a tense moment of calm before the hostilities commence. Ali and Hamzah have covered their faces and walk briskly towards their foes. Swords are unsheathed; shields are tightened upon the hands. The combat begins. Walid uses his huge girth to his advantage and showers blow upon blow upon his younger opponent, Ali. The latter brings up his shield and bears the brunt of Walid’s brutal assault. The blows continue to rain until Ali brings up his sword and starts parrying away his foe’s blows. Neither of the two wishes to stop, and the sounds of clanging steel reverberate with fury. Ali sees an opening and disarms Walid with a counter riposte in one instant. He slashes open his opponent’s throat in the next. Shaibah comes to the same end, having been overwhelmed by the skilled veteran Hamzah. The Meccan falls to the ground, his tunic ruptured and bloody. Unlike his compatriots, Ubaydah does not fare as well. Dozens of wounds cover his body and wear him down. Utba is relentless, and shows no mercy as he hammers blow upon blow. Ali rushes to the scene of the commotion and puts an end to it by cutting open the Meccan from navel to collar-bone. The Meccans lie upon the ground, to await the Hell that was promised to them. The Muslims roar out their happiness, shouting, ”Allahu Akbar!"
  9. (bismillah) (salam) I hope this blessed month has been as joyful and spiritually uplifting for you as it has for me. I suppose I'd better add a disclaimer to prevent any confusion later on.To put it simply, I'm not an expert nor am I a professional trainer so I can't advise you when it comes to weight training. Similarly, I don't even come close to having the same status as other "heavy-weights" in the world of spirituality. Thus, what I'm about to say is not to be taken as advice, but it should be regarded as a personal experience. When I had reached the age of 15, I'd begun to doubt religion.I became lazy and weak. I gave in to physical impulses. To put it simply, I was spiritually dead. There came a time (about two years later), when I came across this website, and out of curiosity, starting reading the posts about Imam Wali-ul-Asr(atf), and managed to pick up some bits and pieces of knowledge along the way. I eventually returned to Islam, and started offering prayers with the zeal of having a purpose in life. By the end of the year, I'd started taking exercise seriously. I'd normally focus on calisthenics, and polish them off with a 5k. Being an ectomorph, I didn't want to go to all the trouble to bulk up. But then something unexpected happened. The more I focused on my daily exercise regimen, the more easily I lost my concentration in Salaah. I slipped into some laziness once again. Recognizing the signs, I cut back on exercising by a large margin, and regained what I had lost in terms of concentration in Salaah. So, the warmup that consisted of 50 pushups and pullups was restricted to thirty, and that too was performed sparingly. Ever since then, I developed a mental block that cemented itself more firmly into position day by day: It told me that exercise and worship are incompatible in terms of excellence. So I abandoned any ideas of weight training entirely. However,a few weeks before Shahr Ramadan, I began weight training and tying up loose ends from last year. I'd train at 2;00 AM (with Suhoor at 3:30) before going on to pray Tahajjud. With a few modifications, I managed to get rid of this mental block entirely. You see, I'd trained my mind to think that I was strengthening my body for the sake of Allah(swt) and began to take it more seriously. I just thought of it as a lesser form of Ibadah, and ploughed on with determination. While lifting heavy weights,I'd reenact the scene of the Battle of Khaybar in my head, when Imam Ali (as) lifted the door form the citadel of Al-Qamus. Strangely, that didn't affect my spirituality one bit. If anything, i enhanced it.One thing I realised, however, is that success in prayer will lead to a better workout. I'll illustrate this with an example: Whilst praying Tahajjud, I began to concentrate with reverence, refusing to entertain any other thoughts. By the time I'd finished reciting a Munajat at the end, I was feeling refreshed,because trust me, when you pray a prayer that makes you feel as if you're actually communicating with your Lord, the exhilaration lasts for some time. So after I'd finished the prayer, I dropped down and knocked out pushups till I reached muscular failure (about 55)., whereas I'd only been able to do 40 before that. I'd like to ask you all whether you've had a similar experience. I now think of exercising as a more spiritually uplifting task than before, because now its a means to attaining strength for serving Allah (swt) and not just for satisfying my own ego. I'd like you all to share some feedback .Peace
  10. (bismillah) (salam) Why not just take the Jason Statham route, and use your own bodyweight as resistance? Bicep curls are an additional bonus, but in my opinion, all you need right now is a healthy dose of bodyweight exercises that'll bring out the gymnast in you (only half joking).All I'm saying is that with repetitive pushups and pullups, you'll not only build strength, but also get muscular endurance. Of course, if you're going for muscle gainand definition, then it'll be a bit slower, but you should definitely utilize calisthenics. Peace
  11. (bismillah) (salam) Things that some of our more "hyperactive" (for lack of a better word) brothers are currently doing in some predominantly Shia localities of Karachi, Pakistan since Fajr: -Firecrackers and the ubiquitous "China bombs" for kids -Klashinkovs and Tokarev pistol firing in the air for adults
  12. (bismillah) (salam) I don't work as I am a student, but I believe I can relate to your feelings. Praying in a cramped classroom after everyone else has left for home, in sweaty school uniform and not having the time to relax or unwind is daunting. But I take comfort in the fact that I made salah take precedence over everything else. True, I would be tired and on edge, but the satisfaction of praying on time; "guarding my salaah", as it is, helped make me feel composed. I suppose one can concentrate, after a fashion, even in circumstances as harried as the one's mentioned, but its extremely difficult to be attentive in prayer and keeping it short and brusque at the same time, though it can be worked out with practice. By the way, if you go through "The Hereafter" by Ayatullah Dastaghaib Sherazi (may Allah bless him), there's a passage about a butcher who appeared to several men as a prince, richly clad in white, in the realm of Barzakh. The source of these rewards was the fact that wherever he'd be, when he'd hear the Azaan, he'd offer the prayer on time.
  13. Brother, I won't claim to to know you just by a post, nor will I comment on the authenticity of the dream you had, but do you really think that it is a good idea to share dreams like this on a website like this, where it will almost certainly spark up intense debates? Even if you had a question, you should have directed to someone knowledgeable, and discreetly. I made the same mistake once. Even then, a lot of people have claimed to have dreams of Imam Mahdi (as) where he introduced himself to them, yet his physical appearance differed radically from dream to dream.
  14. I love Imam Ali(a.s) because he is that which he is. He has a class, of his own. He is a man, a way of life, and a powerful idea all at the same time. When I read about him, when I think about him, the first word that comes to my mind is "Father". This is not because I am descended from him, nor is it because my father is also named Ali. It is simply because of the warmth that soothes me when I hear his name. That, and the fact that he is the only person who has shown that the soul's growth and the body's performance (in terms of strength) need not be at odds. That divorcing this world does not mean being morose and removing oneself from the people of this world. He is Asadullah and Haider, Abul Hasan and Abus Sibtain, Abu Turab and Bab-ul-Ilm, yet the title which I believe truly highlights the angelic and pious soul within, is Abul Masakeen (father of orphans). I can only try and understand what one companion of this great man was feeling when he said, "How I wish I were an orphan so Ali(as) could take care of me"
  15. (salam) In my opinion, the only useful thing General Zia Ul Haq has taught us is related to this very topic. Simply, put your hand over your heart, bow your head a bit, smile nobly and say something along the lines of, "I beg your pardon, but its against my culture" in a deep, breathy Liam Neeson type voice. Not joking either
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