HL~Moshood

O Shaykh Dāwūd Alfa-nla Abdul-Majeed Eleha, may every breath you take be written as a good deed in the highest scroll, may the angels on your right outnumber the stars we cannot see, and may every hardship you have ever swallowed turn into light inside your chest. May Allah lengthen your days in radiant health and unbroken strength, may your eyes never dim except from tears of joy when the Qur’an is recited, may your back never bow except in sujūd, and may your heart remain a fortress no sorrow can ever breach. May every pain you bore in silence for His sake become a garden walking with you in this world before the next, may every night you spent teaching while others slept be returned to you as palaces of nur beneath the Throne. May Allah clothe you daily in new garments of peace, grant you the sweetest sleep surrounded by unseen angels, and wake you every dawn with the taste of victory on your tongue. May your students multiply like raindrops in a desert storm, each one carrying your light farther than the last, until the earth is filled with the fragrance of your patience and the echo of your gentle, thunderous voice. May He who preserved Yūnus in the belly of the whale preserve you from every hidden grief and open fatigue, may He renew your spirit the way spring renews the dead earth, and make your every tomorrow more luminous than your yesterday. May the Prophet (peace and blessings be upon him) welcome you at your door each morning with invisible salām and secret glad tidings, may your name be mentioned with love in the gatherings of the righteous until the moment you are called, and even after. May Allah grant you āfiyah that wraps around you like silk, a body that obeys you, a heart that never tires of Him, and the sweetest portion of this life before the sweetest portion of the next. O living lantern of Eleha, may you walk this earth for many more years while rivers of reward rush toward you faster than you can count, and may every tear your students shed out of love for you become a rose planted at your feet on the Day we all rise. We beg Allah to let us sit at your feet again and again, to keep you as our sheltering sky and our guiding moon, and when only when He is pleased He finally calls you home, may He say: “Enter, My servant, among My most beloved friends.” Until then, live long, our Shaykh, live strong, live crowned in unseen light, for you are still our share of the living scholars, and we are still, by His endless mercy, your share of the students. May Allah grant you the longest, most beautiful, most fruitful life— then Jannah, front-row beside the one who said, “My Lord, let my people know.” Ameen, ya Rabb al-‘ālamīn. 💞

“Ghana is just like a state in Nigeria” State don qualify World Cup leave country

Someone can be academically brilliant but still be very foolish.