What is Lailahaillallah?

Nobody in the world except Firaon called himself God. Kings, Nobles all around the world used to make people bow before them but they never called themselves Creator or sustainer of this world.

He didn’t just call himself a God rather He used to say, “I’m the most magnificent God” He was married to Hazrat Asiya (a.s) who embraced Islam by watching her Maid getting punished at the hands of Firaon.

One day, the maid was combing hair of Firaon’s daughter, suddenly the comb fell out of her hand and she said, ” Bismillah,” Firaon’s daughter was surprised to see her say what Musa (a.s) had been preaching. She asked her if she considered anyone else except her father as to be God? The maid replied, “I consider one true God to be mine, the God of Musa (a.s), Haroon (a.s) & Firaon.” Firaon’s daughter was very angry and complained to her father.

She was brought in front of Firaon who asked her about her God, she proclaimed the oneness of true God that she had earlier proclaimed before his daughter. Firaon was infuriated, he commanded to bring the maid’s children before him, and asked his men to light a fire and boil water. The Maid had 2 children both of them being girls, one was a toddler another being an infant. Water was boiled and Firaon again asked her, “Who is your God?” She replied the same. He then commanded the elder daughter to be held over the boiling water and asked her again, “Who is your God” She replied the same! He commanded to drop the child in the boiling water. Then he asked his men to hold the infant over the boiling water, and again asked her the same question, “Who is your God?” She again replied the same. The infant too was killed in the same way. She could have saved both of her children by just saying what Firaon wanted to hear although she wouldn’t actually mean it but Allah wanted to show this Ummah what ‘Laillahailalllah’ means. The maid requested Firaon to bury her bones after she too would be boiled along with her daughters, Firaon granted her this request.

The killings had happened in front of Hazrat Asiya (a.s), she too was a woman and knew that it should be something special to proclaim so much so that a mother gladly sacrificed her daughters just for one sentence! Hazrat Asiya (a.s) proclaimed ‘Lailahaillallah’ in front of the whole gathering, Firaon was flustered.

She was the most beloved wife of Firaon and he tried to make her understand, she didn’t, tried to threaten her, she didn’t, he imprisoned her, kept her hungry but she didn’t break, further he ordered to flog her, she didn’t break. After facing defeat at the hands of his own wife, Firaon decided to crucify her. While her hands were nailed to the cross, he requested her to revert, she didn’t, then while her feet were nailed, he again pleaded her to revert, she didn’t.

Further, Firaon asked his men to flay her, while being at the cross, Hazrat Asiya (a.s) made a dua, she said, “O Allah I’m a woman after all, I endured this pain just to please you, now I cannot bear it anymore, forgive me, grant me your company, grant me Jannah, and get me rid of Firoan” Allah was so pleased by her dua that the gates of heaven were opened before her, she was able to see Jannah with her eyes, she was euphoric and began to laugh. Firaon thought, “She had gone mad because of the pain” but who can remain in their senses after seeing Jannah?

Allah was so much impressed by Hazrat Asiya (a.s) that he inscribed her example in the Quran!

Further, Allah made her wife of his beloved, Muhammad Rasool of Allah (s.a)

At the time when our Prophet pbuh was on ‘Mairaj’ he smelled a fragrance and asked Jibrail (a.s) about it. Jibrail (a.s) replied, “This fragrance is from the place where Firaon’s maid and her daughters are buried!”

Farishtoon ko dikhana tha ~
Bashar aisey bhi hotey hain

Lovers for Allah

Once there was a guy who was considered to be ugly by the natives of the place he was residing at. He had not so pleasing physical appearance  and wasn’t liked by masses. But he was a great reciter of Quran rather greatest in his land. It happened so that he reached the age of marriage but no girl was willing to marry him because of his appearance. He always reminded himself of the Quranic verse where Allah mentions to have created everything in pairs so Quran used to put his heart at rest whenever it came about marriage.

Once he was reciting Quran at his home, reading the same aforementioned verse and a messenger came to his house. The messenger came with a marriage proposal for him! Adding to shock, the proposal was from the most beautiful girl of the town. Initially, he thought this was some joke but after getting confirmation, he agreed with great mirth. The girl had heard him reciting the Quran and despite of his appearance wanted to marry him.

They got married and lived happily. Once his wife was combing her hair and he entered the room, he smiled looking at her beauty and said ‘Alhamdulillah,’ She smiled back at him and said ‘Alhamdulillah, both of us are Jannati!’

He was surprised and asked her for the reason to say such.

She replied, “Whenever you see me, you’re reminded of the blessing of your lord of having a beautiful wife and are thus Thankful to your Lord whereas whenever I look at you I’m being patient and remind myself of the reason marrying you. And Allah rewards those who are thankful and those who are patient with Jannah!

Promises

Once upon a time a muslim guy went to neighbouring town for some errand. After finishing his business early than he expected he decided to go for hunting as the forest happened to fall on his way back. He purchased a bow and some arrows from the market and went ahead on his venture.

He saw a beautiful bird sitting on a tree, he wanted to have that bird as his souvenir. He aimed at the bird, shot an arrow hoping to strike the bird but Allah wished otherwise. The arrow missed its target and hit a traveller instead who was going to the town this hunter was coming from. The traveller died on spot!

This youngman was perplexed and didn’t know what to do. He never meant to kill that guy. He noticed that he was alone in the forest but he didn’t escape. He took the deceased back to the town as the deceased was going there and shouted if anybody knew him.

Some person identified the deceased as a Christian living there. His family was called by the local court and since Shariah was imposed there, the Qazi asked the family of deceased, if they wanted the blood-money or wanted the killer to be dead.

The family asked for some time to decide and as it happened to be, the town once known for Christianity had almost reverted to Islam as a whole, the Christians now had the chance to have a shot at Muslims.

They wanted to see the killer dead, despite knowing the fact that it was unintentional killing, purely accidental. So the jury decided to execute the killer on the friday, tomorrow, after Namaz!

The guy (killer) was a pious person, he wanted to settle some debts before dying, inform his family and so. He was up all night thinking that his family, his children, his wife would think that he forsook them. Next morning after Fajr, he asked the jailer for a favour, he wanted to run back to his town, inform his family, settle debts and then come back to be executed. He promised the jailer to be back before Namaz.

During that time, even non-Muslims valued and respected the promise made by a Muslim, luckily, the jailer was a Muslim himself. So he decided to let him go.

Allah wanted to show the Ummah of future ‘What sort of muslims the time has seen’ so that the future generations might take a lesson from it.

As it happened the killer failed to make it before Zuhur. After the Namaz, jury called for him and the jailer told them the story.

The jailer was found to be negligent of his duty and it was decided that the jailer would be executed instead of the killer as the former had helped in latter’s escape.

The crowd had gathered to witness the execution and the jailer was brought forward, soon someone saw somebody come running towards them. It was the same killer! He was drenched in sweat, he went ahead and asked for an apology from the jailer, he was sorry for being late, said, his little son was difficult to persuade but Alhamdulillah he and his wife somehow managed it. Tears rolled down from the eyes of the Christian family, they asked the jury to release him, they wanted to accept the faith where a person returns back to be executed, leaving his family behind; willing to make his son an orphan, his wife a widow just because of a Promise!

Farishtoon ko dikhana tha ~ Bashar aisey bhi hotey hain!”

Lover’s Destiny

PART TWO

“Wa’ala’kum’asalaam,

Yes, I was a bit busy these days and didn’t get time to check for your reply. You have put me in a predicament; I don’t know how to respond. You ask me questions I don’t know answers of. But let me tell you this, I never felt as if I am in love with you. I don’t think I can be. Yes, I too felt as if we crossed a line somewhere, and as you have mentioned it would be better if we parted ways.

 

P.S Keep up the good work going on your blog and be blessed.”

 

She really sent a timid telegram to his plethora of emotions. Why did she do that? Were her feelings deceiving her or was she trying to be cautious in her approach? “After all what do I know about him”, Aisha murmured to herself, “apart from his name and his interests? Maybe he was feigning his way through, how difficult is it to appear pious online? How difficult is it to gather bits of knowledge here and there? Maybe he is not what he says he is. He might be someone who knows me, and, has tracked me down on the internet, and now is in pursuit of making me fall in love with him. Maybe he knows me much more than I am aware about myself, and all of this is merely a gambit in itself to lure me into his trap.” These were the thoughts that were troubling Aisha after she sent her email. Sometime passed and she heard a call for dinner from downstairs.

Aisha was the only surviving child of her parents. She was the third child of her parents, the other two both being girls like herself had died soon after birth. This was another reason why she was very much loved and adored by her parents, her uncles and her aunts, much more than their own children. Both of her parents were teachers and had made it sure to raise Aisha in the best, amiable environment. She was a grownup now and her mother was found discussing suitable suitors for her with her father. Upon feeling Aisha’s presence nearby, her father used to evade the question with a frivolous saying “I won’t let my daughter go” and used to hug Aisha tightly, Aisha used to reply “I am not leaving my father as well”. Both well aware of the fact that one day she will be married and will have to leave her father’s haven forever.

After finishing her dinner Aisha returned to her room and somehow thoughts of Abdullah were still haunting her. Now she began to reason with herself, ‘How can he possibly have tracked me down? It was me who commented on his blog! His blog about Hijab was genuine and it didn’t have any proof that he was feigning besides that, his blog is older than mine, containing topics that have been written when I was alien to the internet itself!’

In her heart she knew that she loved him but like him, she too was afraid of love! She always enjoyed the smile on the faces of her parents whenever they talked about seeking husband for her. They, like every other parent, wanted to make sure that, the person their child is to spend his/her life with is best for them. Like every other parent they wanted to enjoy those tiring, exhausting discussions on the list of the suitors. They wanted to satisfy the insatiable heart of a parent. And Aisha didn’t want to rob them of this happiness. She always used to change the topic whenever her parents seemed to incline towards discussing the fate of their previous children born before her. She wanted to be married with the consent of her parents, and perhaps if her siblings would have outlived to reach the age of marriage, she might have considered Abdullah, but being the only living child of her parents she decided to trample the flowers of her ‘Garden of love’ when they were nothing more but buds!

But in pursuit of saving herself from any emotional suffering she had torn apart Abdullah. Abdullah read the mail several times trying to decipher the hidden message that was there all along but could only be seen through the eyes of a lover. He thought that the screen was getting blurred without realising that it was some viscous fluid secreted in his eyes that blurred his vision. After failing to make out any other meaning apart from the one that was there in simple English, he sighed rubbing his eyes with the palm of his hands and went to sleep.

Days were passing by and more and more marriage proposals were coming Aisha’s way, she was coming up with excuses, dilly dallying the issue for some time. Why was she doing this? Perhaps she wanted Abdullah to take a more formal approach, perhaps she wanted him to talk with her parents and make it official, but why did she give him a cold response in the first place? Why was she unable to express her feelings in a plain simple manner? Why do lovers behave as strangers?

Meanwhile, few years passed, Abdullah now with a doctorate, was Professor at some Saudi university. He still used to continue his blogging journey and this time, apart from his conventional topics, he was discussing the topics relating to love, marriage, and children. He shifted from one field to another mainly because he was writing the blogs for himself rather than his audience, he was doing more of introspection instead of delivering sermons to masses, he wanted himself to gain something from his blogs, and if some of his readers gained something that was a bonus!  And yes, he was not practicing everything he was sharing but he was trying.

 Last year he came to know about the marriage of his own brother! Umar had married a girl at Ireland some 6 months after he had landed there and was thus dillydallying for years now. Abdullah came to know that he even had a year old niece. All of this news about the newest family member was announced by Umar’s acquaintance at Ireland; he was of predisposition that Abdullah already knew the fact. Actually, Abdullah had met this acquaintance at Lal chowk, where the latter congratulated the former for the recent blessing, and apologised for not being able to congratulate Mrs and Mr Amjad personally!

 

Abdullah smiled and left. Initially, he didn’t believe that his brother would have married that too without the consent of his parents but today after a long time since he had actually let his mind believe that he was thinking about her, he got reminded of Aisha. He never had let her be in the oblivion, even for a jiffy, but he was just pretending as if he never thought about her. The greatest lovers are biggest cheaters, they don’t cheat their beloved they cheat themselves. They call it infatuation when it’s the only thing that tells them “Today wasn’t that bad either, maybe tomorrow you will meet her, let’s live another day, who knows? Miracles might happen. She may want you like you want her, if not today, let’s wait for tomorrow” and this continues until the day where either She embraces you or you embrace death!

 

‘Lovers are helpless,’ He thought. What is it, that drives people mad? So much so that they are not ready to consult the only people in the world who will never wrong them in the matters pertaining to the most important decision of their life- Their parents regarding marriage. If you want to marry someone, tell your parents, they will not be displeased, for all their life if there was something that they wanted, it was your happiness and nothing else. A smile on your face is solace for them, you are all they have. Since the day you were born, your parents are dreaming about your wedding, they want everything to be perfect, perfect for you, and what will become of them when they will come to know that, they are not even invited to the wedding of their own children? Finally, he somehow managed to tell his parents about Umer, they weren’t angry but a sudden melancholy enveloped them. They felt betrayed, not because their son chose to not tell them this personally but because they felt as if they had made their own child to distance away from them just because of some principles that he was meant to adhere to. But little did they know that it was because of the respect Umer had for his parents that made him to be reluctant. The family asked them, Umer and his wife to visit their home in Kashmir to attend the engagement ceremony of Amir. The family received them with great zeal and fervour. And during the regular family talk, Umer suggested to marry Abdullah along with Amir. So, it was decided. He was married to Khadija, a simple and beautiful woman.

Finally, Aisha too was married, to Zakarya, and few months after her marriage, she came across Abdullah’s blogs, and got the feeling as if he too was married, she felt happy for him, and even prayed for him. Abdullah continued his blogs even after his marriage to Khadija out of his passion, and not because he was still waiting for Aisha, as it was the only way he could communicate with her, tell her that he is out there, and yet pretend he did not mean any such thing! Maybe he did or maybe not. Who knows? Lovers are simple people with strange emotions and stranger actions; they are always in the pursuit of their beloved but prefer to think that, they are not!

Both lived happily ever after!!!!

 

Wait! Is this how such a unique relationship was meant to end? They met yet they did not meet? Is this how the prayers of lovers are answered?

Today, on 9th of Muharram, some months after Abdullah had applied for Khadija’s visa, they were going to Saudi. Aisha too had her husband working there in Saudi somewhere and was travelling on the same day as she too was not living in Kashmir anymore. Ah! Some way or the other, destiny finds a way to keeps lovers close to each other! Maybe they might be travelling by the same flight or not! They might be in the same flight, at least from Delhi to Saudi! And let me tell you, yes, they were in the same flight! Not just from Delhi to Saudi but all the way from Kashmir to Jeddah!

 

At night, at their residence, before going to bed, while Zakarya asked Aisha to check for some email they were going to receive from Embassy, he quietly laid his head on her shoulder looking at the screen while she was using laptop as per his request. He loved her dearly but did she also love him like she loved Abdullah? Or was this all she could do now? Maybe she had really put Abdullah in the oblivion. She was happy to have not raised any hopes in him by sending her last and final email to him. While checking her mails, there was no mail from embassy but there was one mail, from Abdullah!

Everything was now revolving right before her eyes, she blushed from embarrassment, and she could hear the blood flowing in the veins of her neck and head. Zakarya was looking at the screen besides her! What was she supposed to do now? She apprehended that Zakarya may ask about it, she could definitely not procrastinate to check it later as he was all the while staring at the screen; well she could at least try! She did try! She tried to get up from there making an excuse to go back to the kitchen but as destiny had it for her, Zakarya asked, “Who is this?” her hesitation said it all, it was all written over her face, which she hoped He could never read, her body was clearly showing signs of her guilt which she prayed he would never decipher.

Now Zakarya wanted her to open the email, it was more of a command then a request to his newlywed wife. What could a spurned lover have written after a long hiatus? What made him to do this after so long? And Viola! He mailed her today, when she was checking her email in presence of her husband! Of all the days of their longing he rather destiny chose this day!

The email was dated, today!

It read:

Dearest Khadija,

I knew my prayers won’t go unanswered. I knew that you would be my Queen of jannah! I had trust in my lord. Don’t be embarrassed, it’s just a prank. 😛

P.S Don’t forget to wake me up for fasting, tomorrow.

 Zakarya

 

Amidst cascade of tears Khadija looked at Zarkarya and hugged him, She wanted to throw a tantrum at him but instead her emotions decided to betsy her. That’s what your heart does to you in Love.

Zakarya used Abdullah as his online name while Khadija used Aisha as her! Abdullah (Zakarya) came to know about it when he saw Aisha’s (Khadija’s) email address mentioned in the Visa application as that of her beloved! Adam met Hawa on 10th of Muharram after hundreds of years being dismissed from Jannah. Abdullah too chose this day to reveal it on the 10th Muharram itself!

 

Now you might be wondering, how they addressed each other?

Let’s leave it to them.

For lovers don’t need names to communicate, they only need love!