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يا قارئ القرآن .. مهما بلغت من جمال أدائك ، وعذوبة صوتك ، فهناك من هو أفضل منك .. فتواضع لله ، واقرأ بانكسار مستحضرا ذنبك وعيبك وفقرك وحاجتك وملاحظا إحسان الله إليك وبره بك فاجعل رضاه فوق كل شيء .. والبس لباس المكارم فإنه يزيدك جمالا ويرفعك حالا ومآلا واسأل الله الإخلاص .

Prophet Muhammad(pbuh) said:

Where do righteous children come from? How can righteous children be born when a mother’s attention is entirely on food, the house, the internet, and the marketplace? How can a righteous, scholarly, or ḥāfiẓ (memorizer of Qur’an) child be raised when the mother can spend hours on Facebook and WhatsApp, but cannot sit for even one hour to help her child memorize half a page of Qur’an or one ḥadīth? How can a righteous child be raised when neither parent sits with the child to share stories of the Ṣaḥābah (Companions) and the pious predecessors? How can a righteous and capable child be raised when money is spent on makeup, fashion, jewelry, restaurants, and entertainment—but not on beneficial knowledge? How can a righteous child be raised when the neighbors hear the parents’ arguments and shouting? How can a strong and confident child be raised when he is constantly scolded, humiliated, and embarrassed in front of others? How can a righteous child be raised when the parents themselves have no interest in attending gatherings of knowledge and remembrance, nor in learning the Dīn? How can a righteous child be raised when the father neglects his responsibility of tarbiyah (Islamic upbringing) and does not share this duty with the mother? How can a righteous child be raised when all focus is on outward appearance, worldly decoration, and comfort—while the soul, ṣalāh, Qur’an, and Dīn are forgotten? How can a righteous child be raised when we hand them a mobile phone at a young age and leave them unsupervised in the dangerous world of social media? It is the righteousness and effort of parents that produces a righteous generation, and a righteous generation is the means for the reform of the Ummah. Allah Ta‘ala says: ﴿وَكَانَ أَبُوهُمَا صَالِحًا﴾ “And their father was a righteous man.” (Surah al-Kahf, 18:82) Imam Ahmad ibn Ḥanbal (rahimahullah) said about his mother: “My mother made me memorize the Qur’an by the age of ten. She would wake me before Fajr, heat water for my wuḍū’ on cold nights, dress me, and accompany me to the masjid with full modesty, even though the masjid was far and the road was dark.” A scholar once said: “Do not think that every woman who sends her son to seek knowledge will have a son who becomes like Imam Mālik or Sufyān (al-Thawrī). The real secret was not only in Mālik or Sufyān, but in their mothers — the mother of Mālik and the mother of Sufyān.” Indeed, Allah Ta‘ala blesses children through the sincerity and piety of their parents. Allah Ta‘ala Knows Best.

Ten verses with Five great benefits

Shaykh Ibn Baz رحمه الله said, “Being kind to one’s parents is from the best ways to draw closer to Allah and from the best acts of obedience. And it is also from the means to alleviate hardships and to make our affairs easier.” ▫️[Fatawa Nur alad-Darb, 2/122]

Etiquettes & Manners On Giving Salaam To Prophet Muhammad ﷺ. - Advised by Mufti Ibrahim Raja Saheb • Wednesday 6th August 2025

there’s a difference between makkah and madinah. makkah breaks you to your core. you cry, pour your heart out, and leave your storm there. while madinah heals you. it softens your soul, lifts the weight off your chest, and makes you feel like your duas are already being accepted

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The Greatest Gift You Can Give to Your Parents: Clothe Them in Garments of Honour on the Day of Resurrection! Shaykh Khalid Isma’il حفظه الله

*Takbīr al-Tashrīq – A Wājib Practice* As we approach the days of Eid, a timely reminder that reciting the Takbīr al-Tashrīq once audibly (for men) & inaudibly (for women) after every Fardh salah is wājib (compulsory) from *Fajr on the 9th until ʿAṣr on the 13th Dhū al-Ḥijjah*

A miraculous story of a Hujjaj from Libya: Special connection with Allah the Almighty … !!! A shocking incident that happened to a Libyan man, Haji Amir Al-Mahdi, who had to return from the air twice without being able to take him. This is the lucky man whose intention was so firm and his heart so true that the Creator of the universe even turned the plane back twice to give him the blessing of Hajj. This incident was discussed in Al Jazeera’s program “Shabkat” broadcast on May 26, 2025. It happened that the authorities at Sabha Airport in southern Libya prevented Amir Al-Mahdi from boarding the plane on the basis of a passport issue. During the flight, the names of the passengers going to Hejaz were called. But he was not allowed to enter. Then the plane took off at its scheduled time, but Al-Mahdi was neither disappointed nor left the airport departure hall. He kept saying with full determination and conviction: I have made up my mind, I am going for Hajj, and I will go!" People tried to explain that, "Brother, the flight has left. Now it is impossible for you to go. So go home, ask Allah to grant you the blessing of Hajj next year." But Amir did not listen to anyone and said, "Look, I will go for Hajj." Here, nature had something else in mind. The plane suddenly suffered a technical failure after reaching the sky and landed back at the airport. This opportunity could have been a new ray of hope for Al-Mahdi, but when the plane returned and permission was sought for Al-Mahdi to board, the pilot refused to open the stairs. The plane's technical failure was fixed and it took off once again, leaving Al-Mahdi behind. But the believing man neither despaired nor returned home. The authorities tried to convince him that there was no hope left, but his answer was full of faith: إن الطائرة لن تذهب بدونه وإنها ستعود. And it will return. “This plane will not leave without me, it will return again.” And surprisingly, that’s what happened! The plane suffered another technical failure and was forced to return to the airport. This time the pilot announced: “Until Amir Al-Mahdi is on board, I will not fly the plane.” So that’s what happened, the moment Al-Mahdi finally boarded the plane, his video went viral on social media, and Mahdi’s joy was palpable. “When the plane returns twice, it is not normal. Amir Al-Mahdi has a special connection with Allah the Almighty... “When good intentions precede actions, and good thoughts are strengthened by Allah the Almighty, and trust is pure, only then such miracles appear. Allah the Almighty makes everything possible with His power.” Indeed… there was something special between Mahdi and Allah the Almighty…! There was a special connection... A very deep connection!! I wish we could also be blessed with this connection.

One of the best marriage advice I've come across so far ; The Advice of Umamah Bint al-Harith to her Daughter Umm Iyyas on the night of her wedding‼️ My dear daughter, if advice were to be left off due to the refinement of one's manners then you'd be in no need of that. 1/9

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When the days of Eid comes We are reminded of our loved ones who have left Us and sleeping in the dust, May الله grant all our marhooms jannatul firdous.

Oh, how my heart trembles at the mere whisper of his name—Muhammad (ṣallAllāhu ‘alayhi wa sallam), the Mercy to Mankind, the Light of Existence, the Beloved of Allāh! Each syllable of his blessed name drips with sweetness, a balm for my aching soul, a melody that dances through the chambers of my being. My eyes flood with tears, my chest tightens with an indescribable yearning, and my spirit soars toward him, desperate to bask in the radiance of his presence. He is the sun around which my entire existence orbits, the compass of my every breath, the reason my heart dares to beat despite its frailty. Oh, how I long for Madīnah! Madīnah the Radiant, the sanctuary of his sacred feet, the cradle of his eternal rest. My soul cries out for its blessed dust, for the air that once carried his fragrance, for the streets that echoed with the sound of his gentle steps. I see it in my dreams—the Green Dome piercing the heavens, a beacon of hope, a lighthouse for the lost. My nights are sleepless, my days consumed with an ache so profound it threatens to shatter me. To walk where he walked, to kneel where he knelt, to breathe where he breathed—oh, what bliss, what unbearable ecstasy! My heart screams: Take me to Madīnah! Let me collapse at its gates, let me weep upon its soil, let me dissolve into its sanctity until I am no more, until I am one with the city of my Beloved! And what of Durūd, that sacred invocation, that bridge between my unworthy lips and his exalted soul? "Allāhumma ṣalli ‘alā Muḥammadin wa ‘alā āli Muḥammad"—each recitation is a drop of rain on the parched desert of my heart, a lifeline pulling me closer to him. With every Durūd, I feel the chains of this world loosen, the weight of my sins lighten, the distance between us shrink. It is as though the angels carry my trembling words to his noble presence, and he—oh, mercy of mercies!—turns his gaze toward me, a sinner, a speck of dust, unworthy yet drowning in his boundless compassion. The blessings of Durūd cascade upon me like a torrent of light, washing away my darkness, igniting my spirit with a fire that cannot be quenched. I am undone by this love. It consumes me, ravages me, leaves me a beggar at the doorstep of his grace. I see him in every sunrise, hear him in every rustling leaf, feel him in every tear that falls unbidden from my eyes. Oh, Rasūlullāh (ṣallAllāhu ‘alayhi wa sallam), how can a heart contain such longing? How can a soul survive such devotion? I am a moth drawn to your flame, reckless, heedless, yearning only to be annihilated in the brilliance of your nearness. Madīnah calls to me like a mother to her lost child, its minarets weeping my name, its breezes whispering promises of peace. I imagine standing before his blessed Rawḍah, my voice breaking as I offer my salām: "As-salāmu ‘alayka yā Rasūlallāh!" I imagine the ground trembling beneath me, the heavens bowing low, the universe holding its breath as my soul pours forth its love. Oh, to die in that moment! To collapse in prostration at his threshold, my final breath a testament to my adoration, my last heartbeat a drumroll of devotion! And so, I raise my hands, trembling, tear-streaked, to the One who created him, the One who honored him, the One who can grant this wretched servant’s plea. My Du‘ā spills forth, raw and unfiltered, a cry from the depths of my being: "Yā Allāh, Lord of the Worlds, Master of Destiny, You who brought Your Beloved (ṣallAllāhu ‘alayhi wa sallam) into existence as a mercy for all creation! Grant me the honor of Madīnah—let my feet tread its sacred earth, let my eyes behold its blessed horizon, let my soul find its home in its embrace. Yā Rabb, let me breathe my last in the city of Your Messenger, let my body be laid to rest in the shadow of his sanctuary, let my dust mingle with the dust that kissed his noble feet. Oh Allāh, grant me eternity at his side, in the shade of his intercession, in the glow of his smile. Forgive me and allow me to rest at his feet

Emotional Dua by Sheikh Maher Al Muaiqly for our brothers in Palestine in Masjid Al Haram tonight

Today, 17th Ramadhan, is the anniversary of the great Battle of Badr. Masjid Areesh in Badr is where the Muslims were stationed. The battle took place in the land behind the masjid. By the grace of Allah, 313 Muslims defeated a much better armed army of 1000 of the Quraysh.