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In the Name of God بسم الله
amira_786 reacted to tearsofregret in Feeling Leftout
In the path of Ahl ul Bayt, if you are not our brother in religion then you are our brother in humanity. You are a Muslim. You worship Allah. Your deen is between you and Allah. Do not base your life or deen on the judgement of fellow men when they themselves will be judged. Read the Qur'an and spend your time wisely. Life is too short to spend hating. Distance yourself from bad people and find good people. Good people are those of knowledge, charity and nobility by character. If you want to know more about characteristics of good people, read Surah Al-Mu'minoon (Quran Surah number 23).
amira_786 reacted to GreyMatter in A Sunni Muslim Prays At A Shi'a Mosque
A Sunni Muslim prays at a Shia mosque
I decided I would finally go to a Shia mosque for Friday prayers. I had my three year old son with me, but even if he became too hyper, it would be okay, because there was just one of him, and I would handle him. I was so ready to do it, but then of course, fear of the unknown crept in. The fear came disguised as needing to catch up on so many household duties. “I should made rice pudding for the kids today! I’ve been wanting to make it for so long!” I thought to myself. Deciding to stay home instead, I sifted online through various reviews of rice pudding recipes. After deciding on a recipe, I suddenly realized I didn’t have enough milk to make the pudding. This was highly unusual, because I mostly restock my milk before it goes too low.
I spent the next fifteen to twenty minutes battling my thoughts, which bounced from praying at a Shia mosque to staying home and cooking something else for the kids. I finally decided that I would make the kids pasta and bake croissants, and if I got done in time, I would go for Friday prayers at the shia mosque.
I think my spirit really wanted the adventure of praying at a different mosque, so I found myself quickly finishing my baking and cooking, leaving the perfect amount of time to get myself and my son dressed, and in the car.
But of course, the animal in me didn’t let me off that easily. As I drove past traffic signals, on to the highway, and back on the main streets, I found myself wondering why I was even doing this. What’s the point? Why do I have to care so much about praying at a different mosque? I hardly even pray at Sunni mosques, so who am I trying to be by going off to a shia mosque? What if someone is hostile to me? What if the shia prayer is so different that everyone notices me as an outsider?
Luckily, I had been through my fair share of anxiety, nervousness and fear before I visited a church and a synagogue, so I simply told myself that if I could go there, then I could go to a shia mosque. I knew it was one of those things I would be glad I tried after I actually tried it.
Once I saw the sign for the mosque “Masumeen Islamic Centre”, I went into panic mode. I quickly grabbed my large shawl from the passenger seat and tried to frantically get it around my head before I turned into the parking lot. It was twenty seconds of me trying to drive with the shawl awkwardly plastered across my face, almost blinded. Feeling frustrated with my jitteriness, I somehow pulled the shawl off my face and flung it back on the seat.
I turned into the parking lot expecting to find the usual chaos at Sunni mosques, with limited parking spaces and horrible parking jobs by the attendees. But to my surprise, there were plenty of empty spaces and everyone was parked in a civilized manner. Perhaps this mosque had a small congregation. Either way, I was happy to have found a good parking spot, and took my son out and walked to the women’s entrance.
I went up a concrete stairwell to an open space with shoe racks and coat hangers. Once our coats and shoes were put aside, I held my son’s hand and walked into a clean, carpeted prayer room. At that time, there were only three women inside. I greeted them with a smile and salaam and they smiled back their response. I wondered if I should tell them I was a Sunni visiting, but felt like it was unnecessary at the time. I walked over to a shelf and picked up a book about the Quran to read before the sermon started.
My son was surprisingly very quiet and shy as he sat down next to me. I looked around the room and noticed the banners with calligraphy from the Quran and prayers in Arabic for the Prophet pbuh and his family. I noticed the door open and two young women walked in, one carrying a baby in a car seat. I greeted them with a smile and salaam and they responded politely with smiles. An older woman sat on a chair, as she recited quietly from the Quran.
Before I could open my book, I saw the flat screen TV at the front of the room light up, and the imam began the sermon. He started with the following words:
I begin with the name of Allah. I advise you and advise myself to be God conscious, God-fearing, pious.”
He had a very laid back manner of speaking. Even his body language was relaxed and calm. I liked him already.
The sermon for this Friday was expanding on the meaning of “Al-Kareem”, which is one of the names and attributes of God.
The imam explained that the word “Kareem” signifies all positive attributes possessed by a good person or thing, which are given generously and honourably to others for their benefit. “This is why Allah is called Kareem, “ he explained. “Allah calls His Quran, ‘kareem.’ So it’s not just people who are kareem. Likewise our Prophet pbuh is known as rasool-al-kareem.” At the mention of the Prophet’s pbuh name, the whole congregation chanted their blessings on him.
The imam highlioghted that God is al-kareem because not only will He forgive us for our mistakes, but will also not embarrass us about our past mistakes, which is totally different from human beings, who even after forgiving others, sometimes bring it up in front of the person, embarrassing them.
God is also Al-Kareem because He gives us before we even ask Him for something. And when we ask Him, He gives us more than we expect.
The imam then said: I think we’ve taken God for granted. We’ve taken His gifts for granted.
“Kareem” by definition is someone who is in the position/power to take revenge or get even, but still forgives you.
The imam prayed for God to grant paradise for the Prophet pbuh and his family. A prayer in Arabic was recited, and everyone stood up. I thought it was time to pray, but everyone soon sat back down.
Then the imam shared a story from the Prophet’s grandson, Imam Hussein’s (A.S.) life. Someone once asked Imam Hussein (as) why he never repulsed a beggar. His answer was: I am asking God for His favors and I love being near God and I am ashamed that I myself am in need of God, so I can’t repulse a beggar.
The imam explained that the meaning behind Imam Hussein’s (as) words is that the moment I become stingy with what God has given me, then God will become stingy with me.
It was soon time for the Friday prayers (known as salah in Arabic), and the women got up. There were only about fifteen women present, and by then my son had dosed off on the smooth carpet, his head propped on my purse. I stood in line and noticed that everyone had a small round stone on the floor in front of them. I wasn’t sure what that was, but stood in line, my space void of the stone. I felt a little nervous, wondering if someone would ask me about my prayer stone, but surprisingly, nobody asked me about it, and neither did anyone seem concerned.
The salah was slightly different, but I kept noting others around me, and followed them as it went on. For example, nobody folded their hands on their chest as is usual for most Sunni Muslim women, but rather, everyone kept their arms comfortably against the sides of their body. Also, the prayer did not go directly into “ruku” (bending partly with hands on knees) as I am accustomed to, but rather a prayer was said during which everyone held out their hands (the symbol of asking God for something), followed by the ruku. Every time there was a silent gap between words, I heard the soft rumble of my son’s snores. It was an incredibly peaceful prayer experience.
The recitations were also slightly different during the ruku and the “sujood” (full prostration with head bowed on floor). Once sitting, with legs folded, the imam went directly to reciting the “shahada” (I bear witness that there is no deity except God, and that Mohammad pbuh is His messenger). The last difference I noticed was that upon the completion of the salah, upon the imam saying the salutations for the angels, nobody turned their head from side as Sunnis normally do. Everyone simply stopped the prayer, which was unusual for me, since I had never done that before.
I thought about leaving, and then heard another call to prayer, and saw everyone get up. Confused, I got up. But there was no time to ask anyone what prayer we were now praying. I simply joined the congregation for another round of salah. Were these extra prayers? Were these the actual Friday prayers? I wasn’t sure, but I followed along. Upon their completion, I noticed the two young women leave with the baby. I followed them outside to pick up my son’s and my jacket. Outside, I told them that I was a visiting sunni, and asked them about the second salah. They smiled, and one of them offered a handshake, which I gladly accepted. “Welcome,” she said with a smile. “How did you find it?” I told them that I liked it, and that even though it was different, I simply followed along. They smiled and told me the second salah was “asr” (late afternoon prayer). So it turns out Shia Muslims pray asr right after the Friday prayers. I said my goodbyes to the ladies, and went back into the prayer room. My son was still sleeping peacefully, and I gently shook him to wake him up.
Driving home, I was really grateful to God for allowing me this wonderful experience. I had always wanted to pray at a shia mosque. None of the misinformation and rumours about them were true in my experience. They did not associate any partners with God, as some Sunnis accuse them of doing. They did not ask for help from Imam Hussein (as) as the rumors state. The family of the Prophet pbuh is very dear to them, no doubt. But it should also be very dear to all Muslims because the Quran tells us that none of us is a true Muslim unless we love the Prophet pbuh and his family more than anything. Everyone prayed to God alone and asked Him alone for all help. Nobody can claim that they were pretending to in front of me, because I came in unannounced, and the only people who knew I was Sunni were the two girls I told after the prayers were over.
So the question is, would I ever pray at that mosque again? And the answer is: ABSOLUTELY YES! I really enjoyed my experience. The imam at the mosque was great, the women were friendly, people parked like civilized human beings, and most importantly, they are Muslims who believe in the same one God, Quran and the Prophet (pbuh)!
Actual Blog: http://ftlogblog.wordpress.com/2013/12/08/a-sunni-muslim-prays-at-a-shia-mosque/
It is very surprising that the suburban Masjid I go for Juma got reviewed from an outside perspective, and I was present last Juma where the author of this blog came. It is an amazing read guys, read this and share it with everyone you know.
Also we need more of this, I am glad that the author got a heart-warming support on her page in the comments section, we actually get Sunnis to pray with us from time to time, and it is amazing to build bridges, we need to keep up with interfaith dialogues with the outside world while maintaining intra-faith ties - which our community has been doing for quite a while.
amira_786 reacted to Anisa Bandeh Khoda in Why 1/2 Hijab?
I've been living in a western country nearly all my life, never attended a islamic school, and have uneducated parents. The main reason is the faith of the sister, if her faith is strong, so is her hijab, because she is sacrificing her pleasure for the sake of Allah SWT.
It's my Love for Allah SWT and the Ahlebayt <as> that compels me to wear the full hijab and i never wear any clothing too bright and colourful in public i.e university, for the obvious reasons.
amira_786 reacted to Ali-F in Sayed Ammar, Sheikh Hilli And Sheikh Panju Picture
Asalamu wa wb!
Post more pictures, if you have ! :)
amira_786 got a reaction from Hameedeh in When Will Allah Stop Testing Me?
He'll stop testing you when He stops loving you. Allah wants you to keep calling out to Him and strive for His mercy and help. It is all a blessing in disguise, all happens for a reason. He is testing you to make you stronger, Don't lose hope!
amira_786 reacted to mohammad_mahdi in Losing Sincere Intentions! Help Meeeee
" To say you have faith in your heart without showing it is like at the end of an exam where you hand the paper completely white, saying "i have knowledge in my brain"
Life is nothing but a series of tests. Every test passed make's one's heart calmer and more serene, till they reach the stage of being al nafs al muta-ma'inna. Insha Allah we all reach this lofty stage someday soon
amira_786 got a reaction from Ali Musaaa :) in SAYED AMMAR NAKSHAWANI
He is one of my favourites, taught me so much about the Imams and I especially enjoy watching one particular lecture in which he discusses the importance of Water.
May Allah increase him in knowledge so he can continue enlighting us all.
Anyone know when he will be in London?
amira_786 reacted to Blissful in Skydiving And Hijab - Help!
Thanks all for suggestions, I'll see what I can do :) I'll definitely share the experience and some photographs of the view when I am done.
And to the haraam police, do stop. Although I value your input just as much, I've already ensured the instructor I'll be diving with is a woman. And in terms of putting myself in danger - there are more things done in your daily life that can put you at risk so please, cut me some slack. Don't derail the thread into a halal haram debate.
amira_786 reacted to Dragonborn in Famous Story Of Abusive Jew And The Prophet.......
Ever since I was a kid, the story about the abusive Jew and the Prophet (s) has been repeated to me many times. It is a story where a neighbour of the Prophet, who was a Jew, used to throw trash/thorns in the Prophet's path. Then, one day, this Jew got sick, and the Prophet noticed she was missing, so he visited her, and prayed for her to recover, she did and converted to Islam because of the Prophet's tolerance.
I have never seen any sources of this hadith, and I want to know if this hadith has been fabricated or not. Is there an authentic source for this hadith?