Ideal Muslimah

Other women stare mesmerised
For under a veil they think she hides
Yet they don’t realise
Where her true beauty lies
It’s not in her body or her looks
It’s her serenity
Her calmness
Her tranquility
She is a Muslimah
Ideally
An Ideal Muslimah
That’s her.
When she walks into a room
As cool as you please
The brothers drop their gazes
Get on to their feet
Respectfully giving her their seat
She is safe from being appraised
Like a piece of meat
It’s not from her being a celebrity
It’s from her quiet confidence
The protection provided by her Deen
Her upbringing
Her very modesty
She is a Muslimah
Ideally
An Ideal Muslimah
That’s her.
People gather around her
Some wonder why that may be
For clearly there is nothing to see
So what is her inner mystery?
It’s from her gentleness
Her kindness
Her reasonable words
Her simplicity
She is a Muslimah
Ideally
An Ideal Muslimah
That’s her.
Now you understand
Just why her head’s not bowed.
She doesn’t shout or jump about
Or
Have to talk out loud
When you see her passing
It ought to make you proud
It’s her dignity
Her purity
Her complete faith in the Almighty
Cos she’s an Ideal Muslimah
That’s her!

Appreciate her

A man once asked the Prophet to whom he should show the most kindness. The Prophet replied: “Your mother, next your mother, next your mother, and then your father.” (Sunan of Abu-Dawood) In other words, we must treat our mothers in a manner befitting their exalted position - and, again, revere the wombs that bore us.

Allahuakbar

 

”The flow around the Kaaba ebbed to a stop. The human particles formed concentric circles around it, and the hum of chanting melted into silence. All I could hear was the distinct voice of the imam leading the dawn prayer, the rustle of clothes as we performed out prostrations, and the voice in my heart: ‘Ya Allah! Let this not be the last time we pray before the Kaaba!’” 

The Qur'an

A song can make you cry but the Qur’an can’t..

♥ A dialogue between a Flower and a Pearl ♥

In the name of Allah, Most Gracious, Most Merciful  بِسْمِ اللَّهِ الرَّحْمَنِ الرَّحِيمِ
One day, a brilliantly beautiful and fragrant flower with attractive colors met a pearl that lives far in the bottom of the sea and has none of these characteristics. Both got acquainted with each other.
The flower said : “Our family is large; roses and daisies are members of the family. And there are many other species that are various and countless, each has a distinctive scent, appearance .etc.”

Suddenly, a tinge of distress appeared on the  flower.
“Nothing accounts for sorrow in your talk; so why are depressed?” The pearl asked.
“Human beings deal with us carelessly; they slight us. They don’t grow us for our sake but to get pleasure from our fragrance and beautiful appearance. They throw us on the street or in the garbage can after we are dispossessed of the most valuable properties; brilliance and fragrance” The flower sighed.
And then the flower said to the pearl : “Speak to me about your life! How do you live? How do you feel it? You are buried in the bottom of the sea. “
 
The pearl answered: ”Although I have none of your distinctive colors and sweet scents, humans think I am precious. They do the impossible to procure me. They go on long journeys, dive deep in the seas searching for me. You might be astounded to know that the further I lay, the more beautiful and brilliant I become. That’s what upraises my value in their thought. I live in a thick shell isolated in the dark seas. However, I’mhappy and proud to be in a safe zone far from wanton and mischievous hands and still the humans consider me highly valuable”
Do you know what the flower and the pearl symbolize?
The Flower is the unveiled woman (who shows her charms) and the Pearl is theveiled woman (who conceals her beauties)