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  1. Since u believe the Prophet only married only married Aisha ra for political benefit and that he didnt love her and the koran openly curses her name then we go seperate ways. May Allah guide u. PS.. the jews also use the same out of context arguments to discredit the virgin mary AS. they also curse her and call her a prost,t... and all this stuff. Alhamdo lilah Allah chose 85% of the ummah to love aisha ra and im gratefull for that. Im finished with this thread and forum as im not allowed to enter a place where here name is cursed and mocked. Thank yous for all yr hospitality it was a nice stay here . May Allah unite all muslims and bring them peace. Salam.
  2. The Prophet stood up and delivered a sermon, and pointing to 'Aisha's house, he said thrice, "Affliction (will appear from) here," and, "from where the side of the Satan's head comes out." The prophet saaw many times said this and mostly used the words the east. He was talking east of hejaz ie najd or iraq which he mentioned both by name many times not aishas house . what u need to do is look into all the hadith on a subject to understand the context otherwise youll decieve yourself and others. As for th prophet and aisha what are u trying to do create fitna between them dont u understand he loved her with all his heart.? And if the infallible prohet loved her who are u? muhamed is who i follow not your opinions. salam
  3. This is from sherry jones sight she tells us in her own words why she wrote the novel A'isha: A household name 6:38 PM PST, November 4, 2008 Dear readers, Lots of people ask me why I, a non-Muslim Westerner (and you can't get much more Western than Montana, where I wrote the book!) even wanted to write "The Jewel of Medina" in the first place. I always talk about the tragic events of Sept. 11, 2001, and the unfair demonization of Islam that followed in this country. But the real reason for my book was this: A'isha. I originally wanted to bring all the wives in the Prophet Muhammad's household to life, and I think I have succeeded. In the pages of my book, you meet the plump, superstitious Sawdah; the fiery, impassioned Zaynab; aristocratic, strong Umm Salama; Saffiya, the young opportunist, and others -- especially A'isha, the Queen of the Snappy Comebacks, the mischief-maker, the teenager who captured the heart of one of the most charismatic men ever to have lived. As my sequel will show, A'isha matured after Muhammad's death to become a trusted political adviser to her husband's successors, a military strategist, a religious scholar, and a warrior of sorts, leading troops in the famous "Battle of the Camel," which many scholars consider the beginning of the Sunni-Shi'a split. The more I read about A'isha in my research, the more inspired I became by her example of independence, strength, and courage -- even if she was quite jealous and prone to pranks! At the same time, I was surprised to find that no one I talked to, except members of the Muslim community in my town, had ever heard of A'isha. I wrote "The Jewel of Medina" with the excitement you might feel at introducing a cool new person into your group of friends. I just knew everyone would love her as I do, and I hoped she could inspire others the way she continues to inspire me. Today, with foreign rights sales complete in 19 countries, A'isha is bound to become a household name not only in the United States, but all over the world! Many people now know who she is, and readers are telling me they love her as much as I do. Whatever else happens with this book, I am grinning big these days, happy with the knowledge that, with the success of "The Jewel of Medina," I have done what I set out to do. The secret is out: A'isha rocks. Sherry Jones
  4. ]I thought it was an accurate snapshot of a liitle piece of history . It showed just how human the founders of islam were it, showed that they lived lives and went through pretty much what we go through. As for Aisha (ra) it made me love her even more than i already do cause she was a woman well ahead of her time. She reminds me of the 1st feminist who won't be a mans slave, who changed womens lives in arabia and proberbly the world. There is a strong parrallel to her story and Mary (as) who was also acused of adultary and went through hell in a fiery society. Like Mariam AS she was calm and honest but unlike Mariam Aisha ra had a husband who was infallible and knew she was innocent all along and if it wasnt for the prophet the 13 year old girl would have been eating by the 7th century male jackels. she was an amazing women for her time and age
  5. This is a controvercial thread but i hope people keep their heads its an exerpt from the book jewel of medina, You judge yourselfA POINTING FINGER MEDINA JANUARY 27 627 AD Scandal blew in on the errant wind when I rode into Medina clutching Safwan’s waist. My neighbors rushed into the street like storm waters flooding a wadi. Children stood in clusters to point and gawk. Their mothers snatched them to their skirts and pretended to avert their eyes. Men spat in the dust and muttered, judging. My father’s mouth trembled like a tear on the brink. What they saw: my wrapper fallen to my shoulders, unheeded. Loose hair lashing my face. The wife of God’s Prophet entwined around another man. What they couldn’t see: my girlhood dreams shattered at my feet, trampled by a truth as hard and blunt as horses’ hooves. I let my eyelids fall shut, avoiding my reflection in the stares of my umma, my community. I licked my cracked lips, tasting salt and the tang of my wretchedness. Pain wrung my stomach like strong hands squeezing water from laundry, only I was already dry. My tongue lolled like a sun-baked lizard. I rested my cheek against Safwan’s shoulder, but the horse’s trot struck bone against bone. “Al-zaniya!” someone cried. “Adulteress!” I made slits with my eyes. Members of our umma either pointed fingers and shouted at me or spread their arms in welcome. I saw others, Hypocrites, jeering and showing their dirty teeth. The ansari, our Helpers, stood silent and wary. Thousands lined the street, sucking in our dust with their sharp breaths. Staring as though I were a caravan glittering with treasure instead of a sunburned fourteen-year-old girl. The horse stopped, but I continued—over its flank, headfirst and into the arms of Muhammad. Into my husband’s control once more and sighing with relief. Trying to forge my own destiny had nearly destroyed me, but his love held the power to heal. His thick beard cushioned my cheek, caressed me with sandalwood. Miswak unfurled from his breath, clean and sharp as a kiss. “Thank al-Lah you have made it home safely, my A’isha,” he murmured. The gathering crowd rumbled, [Edited Out]ling my spine. I lifted my heavy head to see. Umar rolled in, thunder and scowl. He was Muhammad’s advisor and friend, but no friend to women. “Where, by al-Lah, have you been? Why were you alone with a man who is not your husband?” His accusations whipped like the wind through the crowd, fanning sparks into flames. “Al-zaniya!” someone cried again. I ducked as if the word were a hurled stone. “It is no wonder that A’isha rhymes with fahisha—[Edited Out]!” People laughed, and soon they began to chant: “A’isha—fahisha! A’isha— fahisha!” Muhammad steered me through the crush toward the mosque entrance. As if in a mosaic their faces swirled before me: the jowly Hamal and his pale wife Fazia-turned-Jamila, screaming and plum-colored; the town gossip, Umm Ayman, pursing her wrinkled lips; Abu Ramzi, the jeweler, flashing golden rings on his waving fists. I’d expected murmurs when I returned, and lifted eyebrows—but this? People who had known me all my life now wanted to tear me apart. And Safwan—I turned my head to look for him, but he had disappeared. As always. Rude fingers yanked my hair. I cried out and slapped them away, and a stream of spittle landed on my arm. Muhammad set me on my feet and faced the mob, then raised his hands into the air. Silence fell like a shroud, muffling even the glares. “A’isha needs to rest,” Muhammad said. His voice sounded as weary as I felt. “Please return to your homes.” He curled his arm around me and we ducked into the mosque. My sister-wives stood near the courtyard entrance, two and two. Sawdah rushed forward, ululating, enfolding me in her plumpness. She praised al-Lah for my safe return, then kissed her amulet to ward off the Evil Eye. Next came Hafsa, weeping, kissing my hands and face. She whispered,“I thought you were lost forever.” I didn’t tell her that she was nearly right. Umm Salama nodded, unsmiling, as if she feared her head might topple off her long stem of a neck. Zaynab slanted lusty eyes at Muhammad as though she and he were alone in the room. But my husband’s concerns were only for me. When my stomach clenched again, slumping me in pain, he caught me and lifted me up as though I were filled with air. And in truth, I had little else left inside me. I floated in his arms to my apartment. He kicked open the door and carried me inside, then placed me on my feet again while he unrolled my bed. I leaned against the wall, grateful for the quiet—until Umar’s shout barged into the room, followed by the man himself. “See how she shames al-Lah’s holy Prophet!” he cried. “Galloping through the center of town with her hands on another man and her hair waving like a harlot’s dress.” “A harlot with vomit-stinking breath and hair like a bird’s nest?” I blurted. “Please, Umar,” said Muhammad. “Can you not see that she is ill?” “You indulge her.” “I am happy to see her alive, praise al-Lah.” The love in my husband’s gaze made me blush. How close I’d come to betraying him with that trickster! Safwan had lured me with freedom, then tied my destiny to his desires. No different from any other man. Except, perhaps, Muhammad. “Yaa habibati, what reward should I offer Safwan ibn al-Mu’attal for bringing you home safely to me?” “One hundred lashes would be fitting,” Umar grumbled “But Safwan saved her life.” “Apparently, Umar thinks I should have been left at the mercy of the jackals—or the Bedouins,” I said. “At least you would die with your honor intact.” “Nothing has happened to A’isha’s honor,” Muhammad said. “Tell that to Hassan ibn Thabit,” Umar said. “I heard him moments ago reciting a damning poem about your wife and that womanizing soldier.” A poem. No wonder the umma had snapped at my heels like a pack of dogs when I’d ridden into town. Hassan’s words could incite a crowd into frenzy nearly as quickly as Muhammad’s raised hand could quell it. But I refused to let Umar see me tremble. “Me, with Safwan? That’s ridiculous,” I said. “I’m the wife of al-Lah’s holy Prophet. Would I want a nobody like him?” I felt Muhammad’s eyes watching me. Heat spread like flame under my skin. Had he heard the lie beneath my laughter? Clipped steps rapped on the courtyard stones. A man’s hand flung open the door to my apartment. His silver ring flashed like a sword’s blade: Ali, related to Muhammad in three ways—cousin, foster-son, and son-inlaw— yet bitterly jealous of his love for me. Stabs of pain pierced my stomach. I leaned my head against Muhammad’s shoulder. “Here she is!” Ali extended his arm to point at me. “Medina churns with sickness over your ruin, A’isha. Men are fighting in the streets over your guilt or innocence. Our own people have turned against one another. The unity of the umma is threatened because of you.” “Did you defend me?” Even as I challenged him, I knew the answer. He turned to Muhammad. “How can I defend her when Safwan himself will not speak on her behalf?” Of course. Not only had Safwan disappeared when the crowd grew menacing, but when my father and Ali went to question him, he’d hidden inside his parents’ home. Some rescuer. I felt tears burn my eyes, but I willed them away. The only one who could save me, it seemed, was me. “Safwan doesn’t need to defend me,” I said, although my voice quavered and I still leaned on Muhammad for support. “I can speak for myself.” “Let her rest,” Muhammad said. He helped me walk to my bed, but before I could lie down Ali was insisting I tell my story. The umma could not wait to know the truth, he said. Another crowd was forming outside the mosque at this very moment, demanding answers. I closed my eyes, recalling the tale I and Safwan had fashioned on the ride home, during my lucid moments. “I was looking for my agate necklace,” I said, fingering the smooth stones. “My father gave it to me on my wedding day. Remember?” I looked at Muhammad. “It means as much to me as the necklaces you’ve given your other wives.” His expression didn’t change. I pressed on, spinning a tale that began with me slipping behind the sand dunes to relieve myself, then returning to my hawdaj. As I waited to be lifted onto the camel’s back I felt for my necklace—but my throat was bare. “I searched my clothing, the floorboards of my hawdaj, the ground. I wanted to ask the driver to help me, but he was watering the camels.” My voice stumbled like tender feet on rocky ground. I took a ragged breath, trying to hold steady. “I followed my path back to the dunes. I sifted the sands with my fingers. Then, when I was about to give up, I found it. I ran back to the caravan—but you were far away.” Like ants crawling single-file into tomorrow, I’d thought at the time. “I knew I could never catch you. So I sat down to wait for someone to come back for me.” “Someone?” Ali pointed his sharp nose at me, sniffing for lies. “You mean Safwan.” “Yaa Ali, let her tell her tale,” Muhammad said. “In truth, it is a tale, and nothing more.” Ali spat on the dirt floor and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, glaring. “You waste our time with this fantasy, while we all know the real story.” “Ali, please,” Muhammad said, more sternly. Ali folded his arms across his chest and curled his lips. My courage wavered under his scrutiny. Did he truly know the reason I had lost the caravan? Maybe it would be better for me to tell the truth—but a glance at my husband’s concerned face changed my mind. Even Muhammad, who knew me as if our souls were one, wouldn’t understand why I’d risked so much for so little—and he might not believe me when I told him I was still pure. “You sat down to wait,” Umar said. “What occurs next in this unlikely tale?” I closed my eyes, feeling faint. What was the story? I and Safwan had rehearsed it during our ride. I let out a long sigh, calming my frantic pulse. This next part was true. “As the sun rose, I found shade under a grove of date-palm trees,” I said. “I lay down, keeping cool. Then I must have slept, because the next thing I remember is Safwan’s hand on my shoulder.” Umar grunted. “Did you hear that, Prophet? Safwan ibn al-Mu’attal is now touching your wife. We all know where that leads.” “Why didn’t you both ride home right away?” Ali barked. “Something happened to me.” This part was also true. “I felt a sharp cramp, like a knife in my stomach.” Muhammad’s eyes seemed to soften— a good sign, meaning he must believe me at least a little. “I couldn’t travel, not while I was doubled over with pain. So Safwan pitched his tent for me to rest in, out of the sun.” Ali guffawed. “And where was Safwan while you were lying in his tent?” I ignored him, wanting only to finish this interrogation and go to sleep. “I retched for hours. Safwan tried to help me. He gave me water and fanned me with a date-palm frond. Finally he became frightened, and we came back for help.” I didn’t tell how he’d nearly made me scream with his hand wringing. Al-Lah is punishing us, he’d moaned, over and over again. Along with the water, I began to spit up bile and remorse. Take me to Medina, I said sourly. Before al-Lah kills us both. When I finished my tale, Ali was scowling. “This is not the full story,” he said. “Why was Safwan lagging so far behind the caravan? Was it because he knew you would be waiting for him under the date palms?” “She has been flirting with him for years!” I snorted, as if his words amused me instead of chilling my blood. He spoke the truth—but who else knew? “Where is your proof, Ali?” I said, meeting his angry gaze for a moment, then dropping it for fear he’d see the panic in my eyes. “A single pointing finger makes an insignificant mark.” ◆ Then, with Muhammad’s help, I lay down on my bed and turned my back to them all: the ever-suspicious Umar; Ali, so eager to think the worst of me; and my husband, who could quiet an angry mob with a raised hand but who had allowed these men to slander me. Why had I returned? I closed my eyes and dreamt, again, of escape. This time, though, I knew it was only a dream. There would be no escaping my fate. At best, al-Lah willing, I might shape my destiny—but I couldn’t run from it. This much I had learned from my mistakes these past few days. I slept lightly, tossed by fever and regret, until whispers whipped about my head like stinging sand, jolting me back to consciousness. Muhammad and Ali were sitting on the cushions near my bed, arguing—about me. “I cannot believe A’isha would do such a thing,” Muhammad said. His voice was a broken shell, fragile and jagged. “I have loved her since she sprang from her mother’s womb. I have played dolls with her and her friends. I have drunk from the same bowl with her.” “She is fourteen years old,” Ali said, his voice rising. “Not a little girl anymore, although she is many years younger than you. Safwan is much closer to her age.” “Shh, Ali! Do not disturb A’isha’s rest.” “Then let us find a more suitable place to talk.” I heard the rustle of cloth. Don’t go, I wanted to beg, but I was too weak. So I moaned, instead. Muhammad laid his hand on my forehead. “Her skin is hot,” he said. “I cannot leave her alone.” “Then I must speak here.” “Please, cousin. I value your counsel.” I held my breath, dreading Ali’s next words. What kind of punishment would he suggest for me and Safwan? A whipping? Banishment from the umma? Death? “Divorce her,” Ali said. “No!” I sat up, ready to throw my arms around my husband’s neck and hold on with all my strength. Muhammad stroked my damp brow, his smile shifting like a shadow under a changing sun. “Don’t leave me,” I said, forgetting about Ali, the last person I would have wanted to hear me beg. “I am not leaving you, habibati. But I have decided to send you to your parents’ house for a while. Abu Bakr and Umm Ruman will nurse you back to health, al-Lah willing, away from all these wagging tongues.” “Don’t divorce me.” Weeks later, as I waited in my parents’ house for Muhammad’s verdict, I’d wince to recall how I’d clung to his hand and cried in front of Ali: “I love you, habibi.” I meant those words as I’d never meant them before. I’d learned much during those hours in the desert with Safwan. Safwan, who’d promised one thing and delivered another, the same as when we were children. “I love you, too, my sweet.” But his voice sounded far away, and his eyes looked troubled. I lay down and clutched his hand as though it were a doll, then drifted slowly back toward sleep. As I slipped away again I heard Ali’s voice, urgent and low. “Think of the umma, how delicate its weave,” he said. “A scandal like this could tear it apart. You must act now, cousin. Send her back to Abu Bakr for good.” “Divorce my A’isha?” Muhammad’s laugh sounded nervous and faint. “I would rather cut out my own heart.” “She’s tainted,” Ali said—increasing my hatred for him with each word. “You must put her away from you before this scandal marks you, also. Many men in this town would love to see you fall.” Muhammad slowly pulled his hand from my grasp, leaving me to drift alone on my sea of fears. “Can’t you see it?” Ali pressed. “I know you can. Then why do you look so worried? Wives are easily acquired. You will find another child-bride.” Centuries later, scandal still haunts my name. But those who scorned me, who called me “al-zaniya” and “fahisha,” they didn’t know me. They never knew the truth—about me, about Muhammad, about how I saved his life and he saved mine. About how I saved all their lives. If they knew, would they have mocked me then? Of course, they know now. Where we are now, all truth is known. But it still eludes your world. Where you are, men still want to hide the women away. You, in the now, they cover with shrouds or with lies about being inferior. We, in the past, they erase from their stories of Muhammad, or alter with false tales that burn our ears and the backs of our eyes. Where you are, mothers chastise their daughters with a single name. “You A’isha!” they cry, and the girls turn away in shame. We cannot escape our destinies, even in death. But we can claim them, and give them shape. The girls turn away because they don’t know the truth: That Muhammad wanted to give us freedom, but that the other men took it away. That none of us is ever alive until we can shape our own destinies. Until we can choose. So many misunderstandings. Here where we are, we cup the truth in our hands like water, trying to contain it, watching it slip away. Truth is too slippery to hold. It must be passed on, or it slides like rain into the earth, to disappear. Before it disappears, I will pass my story on to you. My truth. My struggle. And then, who knows what will happen? Al-lah willing, my name will regain its meaning. No longer, then, a word synonymous with treachery and shame. Al-Lah willing, when my story is known, my name will evoke once more that most precious of possessions. Which I claimed for myself and for which I fought until, at last, I won it from the Prophet of God—not only for myself, but for all my sisters also. My name: “A’isha.” Its meaning: “life.” May it be so again, and forevermore.[/size]
  6. "You will invade the Arabian Peninsula and God will grant it. Then Persia and God will grant it. Then you shall invade Ar-Rum (Europe) and God will grant it. Then you shall attack the Antichrist and God shall give him to you"The Messenger of God was then asked "which of the two cities will be conquered first - Constantinople or Rome?" and the Holy Prophet PBUH replied : " The city of Heraclius (Constantinople) will be conquered FIRST" From this hadith we have to 1st get rome before the Mahdi is due so Mahdi AS is a long way away as we havent conquered rome yet. Sorry to dissapoint all those who think imam mahdi is coming any moment. But then this is just a hadith.
  7. muta is forbiden in all 4 schools of sunni thought. My whole family is maliki and we have the same hadith as the other 3 schools. Infact the maliki school is the most extreme against muta.
  8. i must admit i was impressed with the obama speech on religion. smething tells me hes a muslim but dont know why.
  9. didnt an Iraqi website recently report that sheikh hassan nasrallah was nearly poisened to death? and it turned out to be a lying fake. Why do yous believe everything u read this is fitna by people who wanna cause trouble and spread hate. King hussein of jordan doesnt invite tp lunch .to poison them . Some people need a life
  10. We sufis dont control janat baki if we did itll look like paradise. Inshallah we will one day convert the wahabis and signs are already showing a big move from wahabism to sufism in saudi arabia. At the moment Allah swt has given controll of the holy land to the wahabis not much we can do.
  11. In our local mosque we have many shia that pray with us and they are welcome and they pray their own way. we dont eat people. i personally have more than 20 shia girls who are close friends.they come to my home to our mosque we eat together we shop together and they always attend our masjid as there are no shia mosques anywhere near. Youll be surprised in an isolated land the sunni and shia become so close and have a duty to accomadate for each other.
  12. I hope iran changes its stance and allow sunnis in tehran their own mosques and religious freedom. They cant keep talking unity and secretly keep practicing this extreme discrimination.
  13. Matey what u believe is yr business i was only answering a question every religion has minorities which keep defying and no one can remove them . The ahlu sunnah majority dont only have the 12vers to worry about we have bahais ahmadies wahabies and a million others popping up and eating into us but alhamdolilah we will always remain the jammaa as the prophet promised. and always keep the true opinion on sahaba ra and ahlu beit as. We will never abandon the family of the prophet nor betray the sahaba. ya ali maddad ya fatima
  14. your comments dont make any sense?? I cant prove it from the koran cause imam ali's name isnt even mentioned by name even once in the koran. We rely on hadith our prophet and our sourses from ahlu beit for what i said before. As for chosing a leader theres a whole chapter in the koran called shura or consultation. this chapter tells us how to chose a leader and theres nothing that says hes must be from ahlubeit AS. What do u mean Ali is just convenience for us? To love him bless him nearly a billion sufi ahlu sunnah follow his teachings through hadith and sufi orders? We name our children after him and is an example of life to us. What else do u want us to do worship him and say hes god like the ghoulat?
  15. Some people dont understand us sunnis when we say rightly guided . This doesnt mean they cant do mistakes this doesnt mean they think alike this doesnt mean they would have the same policies. All 4 caliifs had their own minds and different approaches, by guided the prophet meant they wont be corrupt dictators, easlily bluffed, liers etc. To say ali AS would have done better is not for ahlussunah to debate as we love them all equally. As far as im concerned they were very succesfull and much of islam was spread during their brief rule. Arabia iraq persia syria jeruselem egypt etc etc came to islam during the rightly guided rule. As for Imam Ali AS we sunnis believe his greatness came from his spirituall knowledge . As nearly all the sunni sufi orders come from Ali through the Prophet. (this is where the prophet said I am the city of knowledge and ali is the gate. ) so Ali AS will be superior to the other sahaba in Mystical knowledge . The world sufis regard Imam ali as the calif of the Awlia (saints) Ali was the heavenly appointed califf. As for earhtly caliifs this is left for consultation and the majority backed Abu bakr ra. Leaders can be good and bad and can come from anywhere in sunni islam(consultation election etc) but the heavenly appointed leadeship can only start from imam ali and the imams of the ahlu bait. AS appointed by god.I hope i answered this thread from the sufi (ahlusunnah point of view) and Allah knows best.
  16. Allah knows best but the prophet did tell us of 124,000 prophets and the koran tells us every people recieved a prophet. China India the Americas (azteks, red indians etc) Australian aboriginals all recieved their prophets speaking their own dialect. This way Allah swt has made sure everyone recieved his laws and no one was left out. The idea that only the middle east recieved prophets is absurd as then Allah would be an unjust God. Who these prophets are we cant be sure but obviius ones like budda krishna tao eetc cause they taught the same type of laws in the koran. the only thing we know for sure is any prophet after Muhamed SAAW is a lier as the koran tells us hes the seal of the prophets.
  17. I wil provide u with a few hadiths and there are many. Secondly u say were were a former sunni i have doubts as many shia in forums use this taqia to confuse. Lastly the verse in the koran u want me to read has no relevance to the subject?? here are the hadith and im sure youll not be satisfied but read them enjoy Hadith 1 "Awf ibn Malik reported that the Prophet (Peace be upon him) said, 'The Jews split into 71 sects: one will enter Paradise and 70 will enter Hell. The Christians split into 72 sects: 71 will enter Hell and one will enter Paradise. By Him in Whose hand is my soul, my Ummah will split into 73 sects: one will enter Paradise and 72 will enter Hell.' Someone asked, 'O Messenger ofAllah (Peace be upon him), who will they be?' He replied, 'The main body of the Muslims (al-Jama'ah).' Awf ibn Malik is the only one who reported this Hadith, and its isnad is acceptable." And in another version of this Hadith the Prophet (Peace be upon him) goes onto say that the saved sect, "...Are those who follow my and my Sahaba's path" (Tirmidhi, vol. 2, pg. 89) Hadith 2 Imam's Ahmad and Abu Dawood (Allah's mercy be upon them) said that Abu Dharr (Allah be pleased with him) reported the Prophet (Peace be upon him) as saying: "He who separates from the main body (of the Ummah) by even a hand's breadth from the Community he throws off Islam from his neck." (Mishkat-ul-Masabih, 1/185 & Sunan Abu Dawood, 3/4740) Hadith 3 'Umar (Allah be pleased with him) reported that on one occasion Allah's Messenger (Peace and blessings be upon him) stood up among them and said, "Whoever among you desires the centre of paradise should keep close to the Jama'ah for the Devil closely accompanies the solitary individual and is more distant from two." (Collected by Imam Tirmidhi) Hadith 4 'Arfajah (Allah be pleased with him) reported (Allah's Messenger, peace be upon him, as saying): "that Allah's hand is over the Jama'ah and the Devil is with whoever deviates from the Jama'ah." (Collected by Imam al-Tabarani) Hadith 5 Mu'adh ibn Jabal (Allah be pleased with him) reported that Allah's Messenger (Peace be upon him) said, "The Devil is like a wolf among humans as a wolf is among sheep; it snatches the stray sheep. So beware of the paths which branch off and adhere to the Jama'ah, the masses and the Masjid." (Collected by Imam Ahmad; NB- The version given in Mishkat, 1/184, also on the authority of Imam Ahmad does not have the addition 'the masses and the masjid.') Hadith 6 Ibn Umar (Allah be pleased with him) reported Allah's Messenger (Peace be upon him) as saying: "Follow the great mass (as-Sawad al-Azam) for he who kept himself away from it, in fact would be thrown in Hell Fire." (Ibn Majah; vide: Mishkat, 1/174, by A.H. Siddiqui). It is clear from the above Hadiths that we must stick to the Main Body of Muslims, as for who are the Majority well if you look around the world you will see the Mjority are those that follow a Madhab for Fiqh, Follow the Ashari/Maturidi for Aqeedah etc....
  18. Unity cannot happen i will never compromise the sahaba and im a moderate. Respect tolerence ,coexistence yes we should be peacefull but to unify this cannot and will never occur. The prophet told us islam will divide into 73 sects and 72 will be in hellfire. They asked him who is this saved group the prophet said they will be the jammaa ( the majority). also i dont believe yr scholers when they say not to curse sahaba this is just a trick to decieve sunnis and infiltrate them with their system. its like cheese for the mouse. everyones entitled to their belief and lakum dinukum walia deen. You keep your faith and i have mine. sorry for being blunt to the point. i prefer to be honest than sneaky.
  19. Talk about Dr Doom and Gloom this guys a nutcase These are my predictions Britney spears will become muslim Prince harry will confirm hes gay Americans make iran their top tourist destination Lebanon will conqer israel Nassralah Marries livni The Aztecs retake Brazil
  20. hes a well known sunni and has denied he converted to shia. What else to u want him to do stand on his head and spin to convince you . So far on this web sight since ive been here ive heard my favourite scholer Habib ali converted heard son of abdul baset converted heard son of yousef qardawi converted and found every one of these to be false. I will never believe your sources any more unless i do my own research and hear from the accused themselves.
  21. ive always had a negative idea on ismailis but i didnt know they dont curse sahaba. i will change my view on them from know ill respect them.
  22. im not a salafi and the answer to yr question lies in percentages. there are shia scholers who hold sunnis to be kaffir and sunni scholers who hold shia kaffir. If u do any research u will find they are in a minority. Most sunni and shia scholers do not make takfir. Look at the positive side and not what comes from a few fanatics. However we do have serious differences and most of these are not up for negotiation and never will be. However a muslim is a muslim and Allah is the judge. if any one tells u another is going to hell ask him to show u the keys to the gates of paradise. If he says he doesnt have them in his pockets(i assure u no one has them) then tell them to zip up no matter how long his beard is.
  23. Sis Fatima congrats on been a follower of Sheikh Nazim im one also. May Allah swt give him long life
  24. Yes it is the same looney source that lied before our egyptian local mufti contacted the egyptian office of qaradwais spokesman and he was told the whole story is rubbish.
  25. Wouldnt surprise me they made up a whopping tale about Habib Ali Jiffri converting turned out to be false then they made up the son of reciter abdul baset son yasir converting after seeing a dream .Yassir Abdulbaset runs an ahlusunnah tv program and is still a devout sunni. Now their telling us qaradawis son converted i bet after a few weeks well find its another tale. there seems to be a new wierd game going on
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