Fawad

O Allah, Shatter the oppressors, restrain them, and make of them a warning to those who seek to follow their ways. Protect the innocent wherever they are. Shield the vulnerable from every harm. Bring swift justice to those who spread it throughout the earth. Our Lord, the corruption has been laid bare for all to see. Now let us see the corrupt stripped of their power in every way, and do not let us be counted among them in any way. Ameen

No child should ever experience this, the world has lost morality and humanity.

The horrors happening in Iran and Lebanon are happening because of what the world is allowing to happen in Gaza and the West Bank. The Zionists are emboldened by silence. Silence is tacit approval. SILENCE IS COMPLICITY.

It's on a monkey called Punch that the world unites to have empathy, but a fellow human being is where we draw the line.

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I thought I was committed to my 5 daily prayers. Then I felt ashamed hearing the incredible story of Robert Davila: It completely changed how I think about praying at the mosque. Robert Davila lived in a nursing home in rural Texas. Paralysed from the neck down. For over a decade. The only other residents were in their 90s. He was also a convert to Islam. Robert used to be a staunch Christian. He mentions that one night he had a dream in the care home. A man appeared and said his name was Muhammad. He pointed to the crucifix hanging by Robert's hospital bed and said: "God did not send messengers so they would worship the messengers. Jesus was just a man like me who walked in the markets and ate food." That was it. The dream stopped. Robert googled Muhammad. Found Islam. Took shahada - alone, in his hospital bed, using voice commands on his computer. He learned the Arabic alphabet through Skype with a brother in Egypt. Memorized 10 suras. All while unable to move anything below his neck. Then he asked if he could go to the Friday prayer. The nursing home didn't have the right van. They put him in a regular one. A few bumps on the road. His spine got more damaged. He came back in excruciating pain. The doctors told him: "You're bedridden now. At least 6 months. Maybe longer." When Nouman Ali Khan visited him during those months, Robert said this: "I've never felt more peace in my life than I was in that masjid. And when I can sit in my chair again, I'm going to go back." Here's a man who literally had nothing but control over his mouth and his eyes. And he said he only found peace in the mosque. Meanwhile we're sat here making excuses about traffic, about being tired, about the parking situation. Robert couldn't move. We can walk. He risked further injury to pray. We complain about the cold. The truth is - and I say this to myself first - we've become lazy with our prayers. We treat the mosque like an optional extra rather than what it actually is: a sanctuary. Robert reminded me of something I'd forgotten. Going to pray isn't a burden. It's a gift. And if a paralyzed man in rural Texas could figure that out, what's our excuse?

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Seek the eternal over the fleeting; Allah’s provision is better and everlasting.

The most comforting verse in the Quran

Still impossible 😔

Know...

And don't

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