Missing salat?

by SEYYID

Salam alaikum to everyone.

First i must announce that i have finally graduated from the university. Its been a long journey and alhamdulilah its all over now.

Thanks to Papatia Feauxzar for the muharram mail. Believe me i felt happy when I saw the mail. May Allah bless your family.

Here is an image about salat for everyone to realize the number of salat we perform every year. I am sure many of us didn’t know, neither did I.

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Sorry about my inconsistency

by SEYYID

Salam to everyone. Recently I have dropped my posting rate, this is because I noticed I was concentrating more on delivering these good messages than acting upon them.

I’m really trying hard to balance things. Although studies also deprived me a little, but in sha Allah I will be graduating next year 🙂 thinking of going for my masters too. May Allah assist us all in all our endeavors. Amin

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Read and name the story(moral lesson)

by SEYYID

Samira worked at a meat distribution factory. One day, when she finished with her work schedule, she went into the meat cold room (Freezer) to inspect something, but in a moment of bad luck, the door closed and she was locked inside with no help in sight.

Although she screamed and knocked with all her might, her cries went unheard as no one could hear her. Most of the workers had already gone, and outside the cold room it’s impossible to hear what was going on inside.

Five hours later, whilst Samira was on the verge of death, the security guard of the factory eventually opened the door. Samira got miraculously saved from dying that day.

When she later asked the security guard how he had come to open the door, which wasn’t his usual work routine.

His explanation: “I’ve been working in this factory for 35 years, hundreds of workers come in and out every day, but you’re one of the few who greet me
in the morning and say goodbye to me every night when leaving after work.

Many treat me as if I’m invisible. Today, as you reported for work, like all other days, you greeted me in your simple manner ‘Hello’. But this evening
after working hours, I curiously observed that I had not heard your “Bye, see you tomorrow”. Hence, I decided to check around the factory. I look forward to your ‘hi’ and ‘bye’ every day because they remind me that I am someone. By not hearing your farewell today, I knew something had happened.
That’s why I started searching every where for you.

Moral Lesson to reflect upon: Be humble, love and respect those around you. Try to have an impact on people who cross your path every day, you never know what tomorrow will bring. Let this story be an inspiration. Let’s share to inspire others; someone else shared this to inspire me…
Jumat kareem

Words make me lifeless

by SEYYID

*Guest post by my lovely talented cousin. Although she always says she is a novice, but everyone would agree that this post she wrote effortlessly is really inspiring!*

Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words make me lifeless, sticks and stones hurt my body while words are ghosts that haunt me.

Pain left its scar on a mind that was tender, the bones are healed. But this words I remember giving me a sharp pain like a stubborn migraine.

The word you just said made that girl a living-dead, the “useless” you called him just made him stop believing in himself.

Yes you didn’t kill him with your hands, Yes you didn’t pull the trigger at her buh you know something?

You killed with your words!

True! You are guilty of murder. How many more souls would you take with your words? Someone somewhere just cancelled suicide coz he/she received a call from someone.

That prostitute just believed she could be successful without selling herself coz someone proved it to her, someone believed in her.

Now this is a wake up call, SPEAK POSITIVITY. So STOP destroying people and shattering their dreams. Pen is lifted till another bothering issue

Other Side To The Story !

by SEYYID

White Shadows

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Once upon a time there was a man who lived happily with his family, a wife and a son. One day his son went to school and never came back……….

Oh no you are guessing it wrong. Lets read the story once again.

Once upon a time there was a man who lived happily with his family, a wife and a son. One day his son went to school and never came back BECAUSE some soldiers were searching for a terrorist and during this search operation, many children were killed that day.

The same day while that man was carrying dead body of his son in his arms, a drone attacked his home and killed his mourning wife.

On 16th December, that man along with his friends invaded a school full of students. They killed hundreds of them. Put bullets in the shining eyes of children until all the…

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The story of four wives!

by SEYYID

Once upon a time there was a rich King who had four wives. He loved the 4th wife the most and adorned her with rich robes and treated her to the finest of delicacies. He gave her nothing but the best.

He also loved the 3rd wife very much and was always showing her off to neighboring kingdoms. However, he feared that one day she would leave him for another.

He also loved his 2nd wife. She was his confidant, and was always kind considerate and patient with him. Whenever the King faced a problem, he could confide in her, and she would help him get through the difficult times.

The King’s 1st wife was a very loyal partner and had made great contributions in maintaining his wealth
and kingdom. However, he did not love the first wife. Although she loved him deeply, he hardly took notice
of her!

One day, the King fell ill and he knew his time was short. He thought of his luxurious life and wondered,
“I ! now have four wives with me, but when I die, I’ll be all alone.”

Thus, he asked the 4th wife, “I have loved you the most, endowed you with the finest clothing and showered great care over you. Now that I’m dying, will you follow me and keep me company?”

“No way!”, replied the 4th wife, and she walked away without another word. Her answer cut like a sharp knife right into his heart.

The sad King then asked the 3rd wife, “I have loved you all my life. Now that I’m dying, will you follow me and keep me company?”

“No!”, replied the 3rd wife. “Life is too good! When you die, I’m going to remarry!”

His heart sank and turned cold.

He then asked the 2nd wife, “I have always turned to you for help and you’ve always been there for me.
When I die, will you follow me and keep me company?”

“I’m sorry, I can’t help you out this time!”, replied the 2nd wife. “At the very most, I can only send you to your grave.” Her answer came like a bolt of lightning, and the King was devastated.

Then a voice called out: “I’ll leave with you and follow you no matter where you go.” The King looked up, and there was his first wife. She was so skinny as she suffered from malnutrition and neglect.

Greatly grieved, the King said, “I should have taken much better care of you when I had the chance!”

In truth, we all have 4 wives in our lives: Our 4th wife is our body. No matter how much time and effort we lavish in making it look good, it will leave us when we die.

Our 3rd wife is our possessions, status and wealth. When we die, it will all go to others.

Our 2nd wife is our family and friends. No matter how much they have been there for us, the furthest they can stay by us is up to the grave.

And our 1st wife is our Soul. Often neglected in pursuit of wealth, power and pleasures of the world. However, our Soul is the only thing that will follow us wherever we go.

Suicide On Birthday

by SEYYID

*Alhamdulilah tomorrow I will be a year older, I thank almighty Allah for sparing my life.

I decided to write this story to give hope to the hopeless and make them see that suicide is never an option, no matter what.*

Tomorrow would be my birthday, I would be turning 19 years. I stared at myself in the mirror in my bathroom after just taking a shower to calm myself. I found myself calming myself these days, trying to keep myself from ending my own life!

The question would be why would a pretty, honest and intelligent girl like me want to kill myself….why? To be honest there are about a billion reasons, but adding it up together Its because I’m depressed.

My life wasn’t going the way I thought it would go, it wasn’t…and everyday it got even worse. I once had hope, I once believed in it but recently it feels like the last smoke of hope had found its way out of me.

Tomorrow I’ll do it, tomorrow I’ll commit suicide, I will go away from this earth where everyone hates me and go to heaven. The angels will smile at my arrival, they’ll embrace me and show me love.

I need to do this’ I repeated to myself.

My family expects me to come home this evening. I’m a level 300 student of medicine. And stayed off campus.

Maybe they won’t feel my absence when I go. Maybe when they come tomorrow and see me hanging lifelessly from the fan they won’t really feel too sad. If it were to be my elder sis, if she was the one that something bad happens to, they’ll cry a river for the rest of their lives.

I must kill myself!

That evening I went to the nearby market n bought a rope. I had initially tot of stabbing myself, but chances are that someone might come and rush me to the hospital and I may be saved. I must avoid that.

The choice was between the rope and a deadly rat poison. I strolled round the market searching for a rat poison to buy, a little kid had caught hold of my skirt as I asked his mother if she had rat poison. The kid had an innocent face like every other kid and a happy one. The kid made his arms for me to carry him, I couldn’t resist, he was so adorable and cute, and happy! I wish I was this happy.

The woman told me the rat poison had finished. I moved on, two kids ran past me, they were chasing each other, they were happy! Believe me if I could feel a little pang of this happiness they feel, I won’t even think of killing myself.

Many people might condemn me after I kill myself, but it doesn’t matter, it would make no difference. Being alive alone has been a torture. Imagine being close to people yet you feel so far away from them. No communication, no sincere conversations in communication, fake remarks and compliments. I was surrounded by people but I was lonely and depressed and sad and despised!

‘Pls you get rat poison’ I asked the woman who smiled at me as I approached her shop.

‘Yes I get. This one strong well, e go kill the rats fast fast’

Exactly what I needed. I payed her and she said, ‘tell me the result when next you enter market’.

The only result she would hear would be on tv when she hear that a girl has committed suicide.

My mom was the first to call me that evening. She wanted to knw what time I would get home, I informed her that I would come in the morning. She persisted I shud come this evening but I told her no, I had something to finish.

I didn’t sleep, the bottle of rat poison sat on the table and we gazed at eachother.

Just a sip! Just a sip!

I tried through out the night to think of reasons why I shouldn’t commit suicide, I tried thinking of the memorable years, being a kid, the fun, the tears and all. That’s all I knew, that’s all the joy I had, only my childhood gave me joy.

My eyes became wet, and I sobbed almost loudly as I thought about my miserable life. Only if I got more love, only if…

I removed the cover from the bottle, I paused and looked around me, final glimpse of life. I wish life had been better, I wish my beauty had given me more love and happiness, I wish my intelligence had made me more happy, I wish I had someone who I was free to tell everything that was springing up in my mind.

I emptied the bottle of poison in my mouth and gulped it down with a strong will. As soon as I did, a knock landed on my door, it repeated three more times till the person pushed the door open.

The poison had gotten to my system, the pain started slowly, I held my stomach.

‘Onyi’ my mother rushed in, there were ballons in her hands and I cud sight a ‘happy birthday’ banner, she threw them away. My dad was there, and my sister and elder brother and uncle Chidi and a few neighbours who were family friends.

They were all here just to wish me a happy birthday…..what have I done!!!

But I couldn’t pay attention to them anymore, the pain became so severe that I wish I hadn’t drank the poison. It was so excruciating, so wickedly painful.

I held my mom palm and she held tighter!

‘Please make this pain go away…I want to live even if it means being sad!’ I cried with a hoax voice. My dad had rummaged thru my kitchen and found red oil. He gave me a lot of it to drink.

I drank a lot of the oil and deep inside of me I wanted it to work, I wanted to live, I don’t want to die.

I fell on the floor, rolled aggressively as the pain intensified! They tried to hold me but they couldn’t. I then realized it was the end for me, I was going to die.

Although this was what I had initially wanted, but now I would do anything just to be alive.

The rest that happened was narrated by people. my death was felt, and I hurt a lot of people. Even people that I thought didn’t even love me, but they did, they just didn’t know how to show it, when to show it.

Some cried in their rooms, the thought of me filled their everyday life, they wished they had communicated more, they wished they had done a lot more. And I wish I had not committed suicide! I wish I could come back!

Love Story… Ugly Twist of faith!

by SEYYID

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Once a Muslim young man loved a Christian girl , they wanted to get married but her parents would not accept because he was a Muslim! It
was a big dilemma for them! But they both loved each other sincerely and thought nothing should separate them.

One day , the Muslim man got very ill and was dying, he was on the death bed. A friend of his was beside him , he told him: Say Shahadah, say
La Ilaha Illa llah Muhammadun Rasulullah , but the Muslim man didn’t say it, he cried and told his friend: I ’ m afraid that if I die as Muslim I will not find my beloved in the hereafter !! So I want to become Christian hopefully I will meet her in the hereafter!! And he became Christian !! He came out of Islam , he became a murtad! And right after he went out of Islam he died ! So he died as a non- Muslim.

The girl that he used to love came asking about her lover, she found his friend , she asked him :
Have you seen that person (her lover)? He sadly told her that he died ! But he did not tell her that he went out of Islam ( Apostated ). She was very
sad and cried , and said : I fear as a non Muslim I will not meet him in the hereafter , So I bear witness that there is no God except Allah and Muhammad is the Messenger of Allah ! She embraced Islam, hopeful that she will meet him in paradise !

Later on she died , and died as a Muslim and her lover had died as a non -Muslim, she won Paradise and lost him, and he lost her and lost paradise and got hellfire .
Subhanallah, the wisdom behind this story is for one to remain steadfast onto Islam and keep the intention in the heart that I will live all my life on
Islam and to stay patient over the hardships and calamities, and Allah will reward tremendously . We ask Allah to keep us stead fast to Islam , wal Hamdulillah .

Seed Of Light Award

by SEYYID

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Much appreciation.

I was so much elated when i saw this. Thank you sister Papatia Feauxzar at http://www.papatia.wordpress.com
for nominating me for the seed of light award.  Though I think you deserve it because your blog has been very helpful in all aspects.

I will also nominate five bloggers that I think
deserve the seed of light award. So,
here we go with the winners or recipients in no particular order:

http://www.themuslimh.wordpress.com/

http://www.beautifyourummah.wordpress.com/

http://www.wordsovertea.wordpress.com/

http://www.foodpeopleloveandstuff.wordpress.com

http://www.theordinaryblog2.wordpress.com

Pay It Forward

I love the idea behind this award; recognizing
and appreciating people in your community.
Your cyber community. Your writing
community. Or at least that’s how I see it.

How it works:

Sowing this seed is easy.

1) Thank the person who nominated you.
2) Nominate at least 5 blogs and provide
links to their blogs.
3) Notify each on their nomination.”

Seyyid Abdulkadir.