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Wednesday, December 30, 2009
Seh Roza December 2009
Tashkeel Place : Thana Ahmad Khan.
Dated: 25-27 December 2009
We left for the place of Tashkeel from Madni Masjid Karachi at around 11 AM Friday Morning. We had no idea where the place was actually located, but after offering prayers and duaa, we left the place. The jamat was comprised of 10 Youth and 1 Elder. First we reached Sohrab Ghoat to take a bus to drop us to a place near Hydrabad. Buses were not avalible easily because most of the people were leaving for Interior locations due to holidays. Fortunately, we found a Phatan with a Sukuki Bolan who agreed to drop us all at the place of tashkeel with all our belognig and jamaat stuff in a reasonable price. The journy started, and we reaced the Village in around 3-4 hours. It was around 159 KM from Karachi. A very peaceful place, the life seems to be calm and quite. No cars, just sand dunes, small houses made up of tree branches and sand. Life seemed to be full of calmness and pleasure there. The place was well known for hunting deers and rabbit but Sardaar of that location had imposed a ban on hunting.
( will be continued ... )
Dated: 25-27 December 2009
We left for the place of Tashkeel from Madni Masjid Karachi at around 11 AM Friday Morning. We had no idea where the place was actually located, but after offering prayers and duaa, we left the place. The jamat was comprised of 10 Youth and 1 Elder. First we reached Sohrab Ghoat to take a bus to drop us to a place near Hydrabad. Buses were not avalible easily because most of the people were leaving for Interior locations due to holidays. Fortunately, we found a Phatan with a Sukuki Bolan who agreed to drop us all at the place of tashkeel with all our belognig and jamaat stuff in a reasonable price. The journy started, and we reaced the Village in around 3-4 hours. It was around 159 KM from Karachi. A very peaceful place, the life seems to be calm and quite. No cars, just sand dunes, small houses made up of tree branches and sand. Life seemed to be full of calmness and pleasure there. The place was well known for hunting deers and rabbit but Sardaar of that location had imposed a ban on hunting.
( will be continued ... )
Wednesday, December 16, 2009
Islam for Women
Introducing this new Blogspot.
Islam for Women
http://islamforwomen.blogspot.com/
Having Bayaans, books and etc. for Mastoorat (Ladies)
Islam for Women
http://islamforwomen.blogspot.com/
Having Bayaans, books and etc. for Mastoorat (Ladies)
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
Fahmedeen Courses
Attached are the courses offered in Bait-us-Salam Masjid in DHA Phase 6. I have also heard today that they are also offering the complete Tafseer Course also. We need to give only 4 hours a week (either in one day or distributed classes over the week). Whole tafseer of Quran will be finished in 6 months. Dont have the updated attachment for that, but will upload that very soon inshALLAH.
For details refer to this link
http://fahmedeen.org/new/programs.php
For details refer to this link
http://fahmedeen.org/new/programs.php
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
Eight Lies of Mother
Recieved this email from one of my friend... a forwareded message...but vErY good story.
This story begins when I was a child: I was born poor. Often we hadn't
enough to eat. Whenever we had some food, Mother often gave me her
portion of rice. While she was transferring her rice into my bowl, she
would say "Eat this rice, son! I'm not hungry."
This was Mother's First Lie.
As I grew, Mother gave up her spare time to fish in a river near our
house; she hoped that from the fish she caught, she could give me a
little bit more nutritious food for my growth. Once she had caught just
two fish, she would make fish soup. While I was eating the soup, mother
would sit beside me and eat the what was still left on the bone of the
fish I had eaten, My heart was touched when I saw it. Once I gave the
other fish to her on my chopstick but she immediately refused it and
said, "Eat this fish, son! I don't really like fish."
This was Mother's Second Lie.
Then, in order to fund my education, Mother went to a Match Factory to
bring home some used matchboxes, which she filled with fresh
matchsticks. This helped her get some money to cover our needs. One
wintry night I awoke to find Mother filling the matchboxes by
candlelight. So I said, "Mother, go to sleep; it's late: you can
continue working tomorrow morning." Mother smiled and said "Go to sleep,
son! I'm not tired."
This was Mother's Third Lie.
When I had to sit my Final Examination, Mother accompanied me. After
dawn, Mother waited for me for hours in the heat of the sun. When the
bell rang, I ran to meet her.. Mother embraced me and poured me a glass
of tea that she had prepared in a thermos. The tea was not as strong as
my Mother's love, Seeing Mother covered with perspiration, I at once
gave her my glass and asked her to drink too. Mother said "Drink, son!
I'm not thirsty!".
This was Mother's Fourth Lie.
After Father's death, Mother had to play the role of a single parent.
She held on to her former job; she had to fund our needs alone. Our
family's life was more complicated. We suffered from starvation. Seeing
our family's condition worsening, my kind Uncle who lived near my house
came to help us solve our problems big and small. Our other neighbors
saw that we were poverty stricken so they often advised my mother to
marry again. But Mother refused to remarry saying "I don't need love."
This was Mother's Fifth Lie.
After I had finished my studies and gotten a job, it was time for my old
Mother to retire but she carried on going to the market every morning
just to sell a few vegetables. I kept sending her money but she was
steadfast and even sent the money back to me. She said, "I have enough
money."
That was Mother's Sixth Lie.
I continued my part-time studies for my Master's Degree. Funded by the
American Corporation for which I worked, I succeeded in my studies. With
a big jump in my salary, I decided to bring Mother to enjoy life in
America but Mother didn't want to bother her son; she said to me "I'm
not used to high living."
That was Mother's Seventh Lie.
In her dotage, Mother was attacked by cancer and had to be hospitalized.
Now living far across the ocean, I went home to visit Mother who was
bedridden after an operation. Mother tried to smile but I was
heartbroken because she was so thin and feeble but Mother said, "Don't
cry, son! I'm not in pain."
That was Mother's Eighth Lie.
Telling me this, her eighth lie, she died. YES, MOTHER WAS AN ANGEL!
M - O - T - H - E - R
"M" is for the Million things she gave me,
"O" means Only that she's growing old,
"T" is for the Tears she shed to save me,
"H" is for her Heart of gold,
"E" is for her Eyes with love-light shining in them,
"R" means Right, and right she'll always be.
Put them all together, they spell "MOTHER" a word that means the world
to me.
For those of you who are lucky to be still blessed with your Mom's
presence on Earth, this story is beautiful. For those who aren't so
blessed, this is even more beautiful.
This story begins when I was a child: I was born poor. Often we hadn't
enough to eat. Whenever we had some food, Mother often gave me her
portion of rice. While she was transferring her rice into my bowl, she
would say "Eat this rice, son! I'm not hungry."
This was Mother's First Lie.
As I grew, Mother gave up her spare time to fish in a river near our
house; she hoped that from the fish she caught, she could give me a
little bit more nutritious food for my growth. Once she had caught just
two fish, she would make fish soup. While I was eating the soup, mother
would sit beside me and eat the what was still left on the bone of the
fish I had eaten, My heart was touched when I saw it. Once I gave the
other fish to her on my chopstick but she immediately refused it and
said, "Eat this fish, son! I don't really like fish."
This was Mother's Second Lie.
Then, in order to fund my education, Mother went to a Match Factory to
bring home some used matchboxes, which she filled with fresh
matchsticks. This helped her get some money to cover our needs. One
wintry night I awoke to find Mother filling the matchboxes by
candlelight. So I said, "Mother, go to sleep; it's late: you can
continue working tomorrow morning." Mother smiled and said "Go to sleep,
son! I'm not tired."
This was Mother's Third Lie.
When I had to sit my Final Examination, Mother accompanied me. After
dawn, Mother waited for me for hours in the heat of the sun. When the
bell rang, I ran to meet her.. Mother embraced me and poured me a glass
of tea that she had prepared in a thermos. The tea was not as strong as
my Mother's love, Seeing Mother covered with perspiration, I at once
gave her my glass and asked her to drink too. Mother said "Drink, son!
I'm not thirsty!".
This was Mother's Fourth Lie.
After Father's death, Mother had to play the role of a single parent.
She held on to her former job; she had to fund our needs alone. Our
family's life was more complicated. We suffered from starvation. Seeing
our family's condition worsening, my kind Uncle who lived near my house
came to help us solve our problems big and small. Our other neighbors
saw that we were poverty stricken so they often advised my mother to
marry again. But Mother refused to remarry saying "I don't need love."
This was Mother's Fifth Lie.
After I had finished my studies and gotten a job, it was time for my old
Mother to retire but she carried on going to the market every morning
just to sell a few vegetables. I kept sending her money but she was
steadfast and even sent the money back to me. She said, "I have enough
money."
That was Mother's Sixth Lie.
I continued my part-time studies for my Master's Degree. Funded by the
American Corporation for which I worked, I succeeded in my studies. With
a big jump in my salary, I decided to bring Mother to enjoy life in
America but Mother didn't want to bother her son; she said to me "I'm
not used to high living."
That was Mother's Seventh Lie.
In her dotage, Mother was attacked by cancer and had to be hospitalized.
Now living far across the ocean, I went home to visit Mother who was
bedridden after an operation. Mother tried to smile but I was
heartbroken because she was so thin and feeble but Mother said, "Don't
cry, son! I'm not in pain."
That was Mother's Eighth Lie.
Telling me this, her eighth lie, she died. YES, MOTHER WAS AN ANGEL!
M - O - T - H - E - R
"M" is for the Million things she gave me,
"O" means Only that she's growing old,
"T" is for the Tears she shed to save me,
"H" is for her Heart of gold,
"E" is for her Eyes with love-light shining in them,
"R" means Right, and right she'll always be.
Put them all together, they spell "MOTHER" a word that means the world
to me.
For those of you who are lucky to be still blessed with your Mom's
presence on Earth, this story is beautiful. For those who aren't so
blessed, this is even more beautiful.
Me and My Father
When I was 4 Yrs Old : "My father is THE BEST
When I was 6 Yrs Old: "My father seems to know everyone
When I was 10 Yrs Old:" My father is excellent but he is short tempered
When I was 12 Yrs Old: "My father was nice when I was little
When I was 14 Yrs Old: "My father started being too sensitive
When I was 16 Yrs Old : "My father can't keep up with modern times
When I was 6 Yrs Old: "My father seems to know everyone
When I was 10 Yrs Old:" My father is excellent but he is short tempered
When I was 12 Yrs Old: "My father was nice when I was little
When I was 14 Yrs Old: "My father started being too sensitive
When I was 16 Yrs Old : "My father can't keep up with modern times
When I was 18 Yrs Old : "My father is getting less tolerant as the days pass by
When I was 20 Yrs Old :" It is too hard to forgive my father, how could my Mum stand him all these years
When I was 25 Yrs Old :" My father seems to be objecting to everything I do
When I was 30 Yrs Old: "It's very difficult to be in agreement with my father, I wonder if my Grandfather was troubled by my father when he was a youth
When I was 40 Yrs Old: "My father brought me up with a lot of discipline, I must do the same
When I was 45 Yrs Old: "I am puzzled, how did my father manage to raise all of us
When I was 50 Yrs Old : "It's rather difficult to control my kids, how much did my father suffer for the sake of upbringing and protecting us
When I was 55 Yrs Old:" My father was far looking and had wide plans for us, he was gentle and outstanding.
When I became 60 Yrs Old: "My father is THE BEST
Note that it took 56 Yrs to complete the cycle and return to the starting point " "My father is THE BEST "
Let's be good to our parents before it's too late and pray to Allaah that our own children will treat us even better than the way we treated our parents
Allah(SWT) says: "Your lord has decreed that you worship non but him and show kindness to parents. If one or both reach old age with you then do not say uff! To them nor repulse them, but speak graciously to them" {Surah Al-Isra: Ayah 23}
O our lord, forgive me and my parents and believers on the day when the reckoning shall come to pass. {Surah Ibrahim: Ayah 41}
O my Lord, have mercy on them (parents) just as they nourished me when I was small.{Surah Bani Irail: Ayah 24}
Friday, September 18, 2009
Monday, September 14, 2009
Ajeeb Baat
عجـیب بات
100 ریال
ہمیں اتنی بڑي رقم لگتی ہے جب ہم مسجد ساتھ لے کر جاتے ہیں صدقہ دینے کے لیے
مگر
بڑی معمولی رقم لگتی ہے جب ہم بازار لے کر جاتے ہیں
عجیب
کسی وزیر یا بادشاہ کے دربار میں حاضری کو خوش نصیبی اور اعزاز تصور کرتے ہیں ان کے دربار میں ہمارےادب و احترام کی کوئی مثال نہیں ملتی
مگر
اللہ کے سامنے حاضری ہی بھاری لگتی ہے اور پھر اللہ کے دربار میں جمائی ، سستی، اور کاہلی کی کوئی مثال نہیں ملتی
عجیب
دو گھنٹے
ہمیں بہت طویل لگتے ہیں مسجد میں
مگر
یھی دو گھنٹے بہت قصیر لگتے ہیں سینما میں
عــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــجیب
ایک گھنٹہ
ہمیں بہت طویل لگتا ہے اللہ کی عبادت میں
مگر
یہی ایک گھنٹہ بہت معولی لگتا ہے انٹرنٹ پر یا ٹی وی کے آگے
عــــــــــــــــــــــــــــجیب
ہمیں قرآن کے دو صفحے پڑھنا بے حد مشکل لگتا ہے
مگر
اس کے برعکس
ناولز کی کتابیں پڑھنا بے حد آسان۔۔۔۔
عــــــــــــــــــــــــجیب
ہم میڈیا و اخبارات کی باتوں پر تصدیق کرنے میں دیر نہیں کرتے
مگر
قرآن جو کہتا ہے اس پر شک و شبہات میں پڑے ہیں
عــــــــــــــــــــــــــجیب
کیسے یک دم ہم مغرب کے تہذیب میں رنگ جاتے ہیں اور ان کے طریقے اپنا لیتے ہیں
مگر
اپنے رسول عليه الصلاة والسلام کے طریقے (سنت) کو اپنانا گوارا نہیں !
عــــــــــــــــــــــــــجیب
ہمیں دعاء کے وقت ہر بات یاد نہیں آتی
مگر
دوستوں سے گپے مارتے ہوۓ دنیا جہاں کی باتیں یاد آتی ہیں
؟
عجـــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــیب
ہر پارٹی یہ مجمع میں لوگو کی کثرت آگے نظر آتی ہے
مگر
مسجد میں پہلی صف کی رغبت نظر نہیں آتی
لوگو کی کثرت آخری صف میں نظر آتی ہے
عجـــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــیب
ہمیں قرآن کی دو آیتیں یاد کرنا بہت مشکل لگتاہے
مگر
گانے اور ترانے یک دم یاد کر لیتے ہیں
Jamia-e-Qasmiya Dar-ul-Quraan
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