Bismillah.
YaAllah, I'm overwhelmed by my lack of knowledge about Islam. Astaghfirullah.. and sometimes, when I come to learn new things and gain new informations, I actually tend to forget after a while if I don't actually think about it everyday. It's so saddening. Astagha.. Why can't I just remember everything that I hear, read, see, and have done before?
Salam,
Liana
Sunday, March 20, 2011
Friday, March 18, 2011
Can we celebrate birthdays?~
Bismillah.
Salam alaik to all,
I'm just wondering, is it wrong or it's discouraged for Muslims to celebrate birthdays? In the eyes of Islam, is it alright or it is not wise to do so? Hmm..
Shukran in advance for any answers.
Salam,
Liana.
Thursday, March 17, 2011
Tuesday, March 15, 2011
Am I having a misleading thinking? (am I sesat?)
Bismillah.
Assalamualaikum to all,
As everyone is aware of the tragedies that befall Japan now; something struck me suddenly! I was thinking about who's worst off --- the survivors or the dead? If you were to ask me to choose, I'd be able to answer very easily: I'd definitely, without a doubt, choose to be amongst the dead. Well, this is because, the dead only suffers at that "spur of the moment" or in other words, just for a short time. As for the survivors, they have to go through SO SO SO MUCH MORE TO THE STAGE THAT IT IS OVERWHELMINGLY SCARY & UNFATHOMABLE~!! These survivors lose their family members, friends, houses, and basically everything~!! And now with the nuclear plant damage with the leakage and all, they are all exposed to the radiation that will highly cause cancer to so many victims! Not just cancer, there are so many other negative side effects when one is exposed to the radiation.
However, if I think about this from the perspective of Islam, it seems like I shouldn't choose to be amongst the dead but to be one of the survivors as all this crazy pain that I mentioned earlier would be the tests by Him~! and that I didn't actually lose everything because I always still have Him and my faith. Hmmm...
Also, I just want to know, is it wrong to want to die and leave the world? Is it wrong to have these sort of thoughts? Hmm..
WAllahua'lam.
Liana
p/s: please excuse me if this post seems to be more of a babble-like scribbling than a post.
Assalamualaikum to all,
As everyone is aware of the tragedies that befall Japan now; something struck me suddenly! I was thinking about who's worst off --- the survivors or the dead? If you were to ask me to choose, I'd be able to answer very easily: I'd definitely, without a doubt, choose to be amongst the dead. Well, this is because, the dead only suffers at that "spur of the moment" or in other words, just for a short time. As for the survivors, they have to go through SO SO SO MUCH MORE TO THE STAGE THAT IT IS OVERWHELMINGLY SCARY & UNFATHOMABLE~!! These survivors lose their family members, friends, houses, and basically everything~!! And now with the nuclear plant damage with the leakage and all, they are all exposed to the radiation that will highly cause cancer to so many victims! Not just cancer, there are so many other negative side effects when one is exposed to the radiation.
However, if I think about this from the perspective of Islam, it seems like I shouldn't choose to be amongst the dead but to be one of the survivors as all this crazy pain that I mentioned earlier would be the tests by Him~! and that I didn't actually lose everything because I always still have Him and my faith. Hmmm...
Also, I just want to know, is it wrong to want to die and leave the world? Is it wrong to have these sort of thoughts? Hmm..
WAllahua'lam.
Liana
p/s: please excuse me if this post seems to be more of a babble-like scribbling than a post.
Contribute towards Japan's Relief~
Bisimillahirrahmanirrahim - In the name of Allah, Most Gracious, Most Merciful.
Assalamualaikum w.b.t.,
Let's seize this opportunity to give a fraction of what we have for those who are in much more in need of it than us! As The Lord says:
2:261 - the parable of those who spend their substance in the way of Allah is that of a grain of corn: it grows seven ears, and each ear has a hundred grains. Allah gives manifold increase (rewards/pahala) to whom He pleases: and Allah cares for all and He knows all things.
2:274 - Those who (in charity) spend of their goods by night and by day, in secret and in public, have their reward with their Lord: on them shall be no fear, nor shall they grieve.
Since we know what's right, what else are we waiting for? SEIZE THIS MOMENT~!
WAllahua'lam.
Liana.
Monday, March 14, 2011
YaAllah, PLEASE PROTECT THE PEOPLE IN JAPAN~!!
Bismillahirrahmanirrahim - In the name of Allah, Most Gracious, Most Merciful.
Assalamualaikum w.b.t.,
Al yaum (today), ana would like to urge all ikhwah2 (brothers) and akhwat2 (sisters) to contribute du'a (prayers) for those in Japan, not just pray for our brothers and sisters, but also for the non-Muslims. Remember, Allah says (berfirman) to us Muslims to be good to all mankind without discrimination~! We have to be thoughtful especially to those who are in great need; in this case, the people in Japan. YaAllah, do you see how unfortunate they are? Bodies washed up on shores until the officials have a hard time to deal with the corpses and there are millions of homeless people, the hospitals are overwhelmed with injured victims and they're running out of medicine supplies. Some people are stranded without food, water, heat and shelter for days! Astaghfirullahaladzim. Pity them. And the death toll has reached 10,000. ='(
SO, LET'S PRAY FOR THEM ALL~!!
WAllauhua'lam.
Liana.
Friday, March 11, 2011
Someone's Reversion to Islam~! SubhanAllah~!
Bismillahirrahmanirrahim - In the name of Allah, Most Gracious, Most Merciful.
Ana want to share a story of someone reverting into Islam that ana came across while blog walking. Here's his post (please note those in [...] are ana's annotations.)
"Assalamu Alaikum,
Today's post is about my conversion to Islam, together with a brief history of my life to add a bit more to the post.
I was born into this Dunya in 1977 into a Christian family .. Well a family that lasted all of 4 months. My parents divorced, my dad didn't want me and my mother couldn't cope with looking after me.
So, my grandparents, also christian, (from my mum's side. They adopted her when she herself was a baby) took me in a raised me .. until the age of 3 when my grandfather passed away and my grandmother was deemed not well enough to look after me.
So, for 3 years I went from one foster home to another, until the age of 6 years old. My dad wanted me back. So, I went to live with my dad, his 2 kids from his new family and his new wife. However, the step-mum didn't like me, the kids (5 and 8) felt I was a threat and it just went downhill. I ended up as a punch bag for my father whenever he had a bad day at work. I also remember (we lived near the seaside) that my dad would take me to a shop and let me choose a bamboo stick with the fishing net at the end. They were really colourful and I always chose blue. Not that I got to use them ... my dad did .. on me .. when we got home he'd remove the fishing net, and then use the bamboo stick on me.
I think my teacher at school knew I was being abused, as she gave me the bible to read with a lovely message (that she'd wrote) at the front.
That was when I started reading the bible.
During the age of 7 years old, my father dropped me off at a children's home and said he'd pop by now and then to see me. I wasn't sure what was going on, but 2 things came of it. I never saw my father again and I never got beat again.
The next 10 years of my life I spent in this children's home. And I have to say it was quite cool having loads of "Aunt's" looking after me. However, there were a few times when I was still young when I would get beat (in a sense) by some of the staff. I didn't understand at first, it was only when I was in my teens and witnessed it happen to the then youngsters. Some staff members would provoke the children (who were from broken homes, or had ADD), and then spend the next hour restraining them. Yeah, some youngsters needed to be restrained but being there a few years I learnt that some staff would come into work with a chip on their shoulders and target children. There wasn't much that I could do until when I was about 14/15 and thankfully it stopped and for the last few years in the children's home I was like a big brother to all the children at the home and the staff had a lot of respect for me.
All throughout this time I continued to read the Bible [same here], and as I got older I became to understand it better and better .. but, I just didn't feel a connection to it [exactly how ana felt. somehow, ana didn't feel any spiritual connection to God]. I believed in God, but the Bible just ... did not feel right .. there was something missing [ana thought so too]. So, around 15/16 I stopped reading the Bible[ana never stopped. haha..just continued on and on], but I "knew" there was a God, and that we were all created for a purpose, but I believed that it would come to me as I was older... the answer .. that all I needed to do was "wait".
At the age of 17 years old I took social services to Court. Nothing bad, I just wanted my own Independence and sought to be released as their responsibility. At around the same time my grandmother died. At the same time my mother came back on the scene. My grandmother had let her inheritance to me, but my mum wanted it. I didn't want to fight her, so I allowed he to take want she wanted, she disappeared again, and I still had enough to be able to set up renting a place with nice furniture.
Despite my grades at school not being too good, I ended up in an accountancy firm. One of the Partners took me in as a filing clerk, and I've never left, working my way up.
Anyway, throughout my 20's .. I did exactly what I mentioned above .. I waited .. for the true message from God. But, I did it .. literally .. I kept to myself, got home from work every night and sat in front of the TV... waiting for the message of God to land on my lap. I did that for 8 years.
By the time I was approaching 30 I realised my life was passing before my eyes and that I should go out there and FIND THE TRUTH.
At around the age of 25, a Muslim woman joined the firm. This was my first encounter with a Muslim. I was curious as to why she wore something on her head, but never approached her. It was only when I was 28 and she moved into my team (I was her Supervisor), that we got talking ... about Islam and The Prophet (saw). She lent me some books, but they were more about the spiritual side of Islam and although very nice and comforting, they were out of my league and I didn't really understand. So, I left it. But it kept niggling at the back of my mind. So, one day when we were talking I asked her more about her religion and she talked, with a lot of passion, about Muhammed (saw), and I realised that I was already living my life trying to strive for those values that he himself had lived. So, she gave me a book about his life and Sunnah.
AND BAM! The connection hit me so hard. I cried so hard, this man, who I had never met, was my inspiration. I had spent my entire life dealing with people with evil in their hearts that I'd given up on people, just wanting to keep to myself.
The more I read about The Prophet (saw) the connection got stronger and stronger.
I was given a Quran too but I couldn't read it, and it just ended up on my mantelpiece. However, I met the Sister's 5 brothers and they talked about Islam with me and gave me a translated Quran.
At the age of 30, in February 2008, along with 3 of these brothers, I attended a Mosque and took my Shahadah.
I haven't looked back since, Alhamdullilah Islam is a religion of Peace, and love and mercy [this is how ana feels about Islam too]. I try to take on as many SUnnah's as I can, and Insha'Allah I strive every day to meet The Prophet (saw) in Jannah."
hope you all enjoyed reading it as ana did. =)
Click here to go to his blog post.
Ana want to share a story of someone reverting into Islam that ana came across while blog walking. Here's his post (please note those in [...] are ana's annotations.)
"Assalamu Alaikum,
Today's post is about my conversion to Islam, together with a brief history of my life to add a bit more to the post.
I was born into this Dunya in 1977 into a Christian family .. Well a family that lasted all of 4 months. My parents divorced, my dad didn't want me and my mother couldn't cope with looking after me.
So, my grandparents, also christian, (from my mum's side. They adopted her when she herself was a baby) took me in a raised me .. until the age of 3 when my grandfather passed away and my grandmother was deemed not well enough to look after me.
So, for 3 years I went from one foster home to another, until the age of 6 years old. My dad wanted me back. So, I went to live with my dad, his 2 kids from his new family and his new wife. However, the step-mum didn't like me, the kids (5 and 8) felt I was a threat and it just went downhill. I ended up as a punch bag for my father whenever he had a bad day at work. I also remember (we lived near the seaside) that my dad would take me to a shop and let me choose a bamboo stick with the fishing net at the end. They were really colourful and I always chose blue. Not that I got to use them ... my dad did .. on me .. when we got home he'd remove the fishing net, and then use the bamboo stick on me.
I think my teacher at school knew I was being abused, as she gave me the bible to read with a lovely message (that she'd wrote) at the front.
That was when I started reading the bible.
During the age of 7 years old, my father dropped me off at a children's home and said he'd pop by now and then to see me. I wasn't sure what was going on, but 2 things came of it. I never saw my father again and I never got beat again.
The next 10 years of my life I spent in this children's home. And I have to say it was quite cool having loads of "Aunt's" looking after me. However, there were a few times when I was still young when I would get beat (in a sense) by some of the staff. I didn't understand at first, it was only when I was in my teens and witnessed it happen to the then youngsters. Some staff members would provoke the children (who were from broken homes, or had ADD), and then spend the next hour restraining them. Yeah, some youngsters needed to be restrained but being there a few years I learnt that some staff would come into work with a chip on their shoulders and target children. There wasn't much that I could do until when I was about 14/15 and thankfully it stopped and for the last few years in the children's home I was like a big brother to all the children at the home and the staff had a lot of respect for me.
All throughout this time I continued to read the Bible [same here], and as I got older I became to understand it better and better .. but, I just didn't feel a connection to it [exactly how ana felt. somehow, ana didn't feel any spiritual connection to God]. I believed in God, but the Bible just ... did not feel right .. there was something missing [ana thought so too]. So, around 15/16 I stopped reading the Bible[ana never stopped. haha..just continued on and on], but I "knew" there was a God, and that we were all created for a purpose, but I believed that it would come to me as I was older... the answer .. that all I needed to do was "wait".
At the age of 17 years old I took social services to Court. Nothing bad, I just wanted my own Independence and sought to be released as their responsibility. At around the same time my grandmother died. At the same time my mother came back on the scene. My grandmother had let her inheritance to me, but my mum wanted it. I didn't want to fight her, so I allowed he to take want she wanted, she disappeared again, and I still had enough to be able to set up renting a place with nice furniture.
Despite my grades at school not being too good, I ended up in an accountancy firm. One of the Partners took me in as a filing clerk, and I've never left, working my way up.
Anyway, throughout my 20's .. I did exactly what I mentioned above .. I waited .. for the true message from God. But, I did it .. literally .. I kept to myself, got home from work every night and sat in front of the TV... waiting for the message of God to land on my lap. I did that for 8 years.
By the time I was approaching 30 I realised my life was passing before my eyes and that I should go out there and FIND THE TRUTH.
At around the age of 25, a Muslim woman joined the firm. This was my first encounter with a Muslim. I was curious as to why she wore something on her head, but never approached her. It was only when I was 28 and she moved into my team (I was her Supervisor), that we got talking ... about Islam and The Prophet (saw). She lent me some books, but they were more about the spiritual side of Islam and although very nice and comforting, they were out of my league and I didn't really understand. So, I left it. But it kept niggling at the back of my mind. So, one day when we were talking I asked her more about her religion and she talked, with a lot of passion, about Muhammed (saw), and I realised that I was already living my life trying to strive for those values that he himself had lived. So, she gave me a book about his life and Sunnah.
AND BAM! The connection hit me so hard. I cried so hard, this man, who I had never met, was my inspiration. I had spent my entire life dealing with people with evil in their hearts that I'd given up on people, just wanting to keep to myself.
The more I read about The Prophet (saw) the connection got stronger and stronger.
I was given a Quran too but I couldn't read it, and it just ended up on my mantelpiece. However, I met the Sister's 5 brothers and they talked about Islam with me and gave me a translated Quran.
At the age of 30, in February 2008, along with 3 of these brothers, I attended a Mosque and took my Shahadah.
I haven't looked back since, Alhamdullilah Islam is a religion of Peace, and love and mercy [this is how ana feels about Islam too]. I try to take on as many SUnnah's as I can, and Insha'Allah I strive every day to meet The Prophet (saw) in Jannah."
hope you all enjoyed reading it as ana did. =)
Click here to go to his blog post.
WAllahua'lam.
Liana
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