Lulua
10-02-2002, 11:02
Assalaamu alaikum ya muslimeen.
As muslims, we are commanded to love our dear prophet Mohammed(SAAW). This endearance of great love and respect for Mohammed(SAAW), is, in fact, a great tenet of Islam. To merely state or express that love is one thing...but to enact upon that love, to encorporate that love through our actions (by following his great example in his life) is something else entirely.
I have by chance come upon a website dealing with this. Please read on, or follow the link provided.
http://www.jaihoon.com/watan/smdroadinvite.htm
Lulua.
================================================== ===============The tale of an Invitation to Madina !
(Jaihoon requests you to kindly proceed reading this article with outmost awe and reverence reciting blessings wherever necessary, for this is no ordinary topic! The entire philosophy of MeraWatan rests on the cool breeze that comforted the Holy Prophet)
Maulana Ali Mian was once invited to deliver a speech at Masjid Nabawi at Madina in the time break between Maghrib and Isha. What was the subject? Why to spell what the topic was? Whom to speak about under the Green Dome other than the Mercy of the Worlds ? Therefore Ali Mian became troubled while preparing for the speech. Ali Mian himself says about this incident:
'There is very little time between Maghrib and Isha. How to fit a speech within such a time limit? How can I introduce a topic in such a short span of time? I went for the speech with great difficulty.'
And then to an assembly of visitors from all over the world, Ali Mian, the great grandson of Prophet saws, stood up near Rawdha Shareef to speak. The speech began thus:
I believe that it is inappropriate to speak about someone else while standing beside the Rawdha Shareef where the Holy Prophet is laying at rest. I am not permitted to mention any other personalities. This is the city of Rasool . This is the mosque of Rasool . This is the Rawdha of Prophet . This is the garden on Earth. But kindly allow me to mention about another.'
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The assembly had intellectuals, scholars, thinkers and laymen from Americas, Asia, and nook and corner of Africa. Ali Mian said while standing near Rawdha Shareef:
'Do you know Why am I mentioning about that man. He was my contemporary who held the love of Rasool with the greatest regard and admiration in his life. Therefore you must permit me to talk on the great visionary poet Muhammad Iqbal.'
That is what I want to request to those coming to attend Road to Madina function. One need not come here to merely listen to a speech. There is no such a speaker standing in front of you. Come forward to this function to kindle your heart with faith. Come forward to embrace the feeling of mercy.
Ali Mian continues his speech:
'Why I was forced to mention Iqbal in Masjid Nabawi…
Once a Hindu Ruler of a province in North India (during the British rule) invited Iqbal to his house.'
We are not lengthening the story. We are merely referring to a speech delivered by the greatest scholar of our times Syed Abul Hasan Ali Nadwi at the Prophet's Mosque.
'After having dinner, the ruler showed Iqbal his room for sleeping. He too went to sleep. But the ruler began to grow worried about the comfort of the great poet. Did he have water to drink? Was his sleep peaceful? He wanted to inquire. He went to the room and knocked on the door. When there was no reply, he stepped inside to find out what had happened to the poet who was widely accepted as a poet and a thinker even by the British government. When he did not find the poet inside the room, the ruler began to get sad. All the luxurious beddings and cushions perfumed were there untouched. What had happened, the host wondered. The guest was nowhere to be seen!
As he searched for the guest, there he was: laying in a corner of the bathroom floor wrapped in a sheet he had brought along on the journey!
Yes! The great visionary poet of 20th century, the vibrant statesman who spoke for Indian independence while participating in the First and Second Round Table Conference, whose patriotic poem Saare Jahan Se Acha had become the voice of Indian freedom struggle…
Unable to believe his eyes, the ruler approached the guest and asked: 'What happened O my honored guest? Are you laying on the ground despite the luxuries that I have prepared in your honor?
The guest replied: 'While going to sleep, I remembered the Holy Prophet . The Holy Prophet saws who slept on the mat made of date palm leaves when the crown of Chosroes was under his follower's feet. When I remembered this, I am sorry my host, I could not sleep on this luxurious bedding that you made for me. Being a mere follower of the Prophet , I had to lie down on the floor.'
'As I concluded the speech saying that this is how one should love Rasool ', says Ali Mian, 'the Isha call to prayer was sounded as if like a coincidence.'
This speech by the greatest scholar of our times is mentioned here not for the sake of repeating an incident. Rather to remind the true nature of affection. Love is a feeling to be put to action. Love is no mere thrill. It is an inspiration for action on the part of the lover.
As muslims, we are commanded to love our dear prophet Mohammed(SAAW). This endearance of great love and respect for Mohammed(SAAW), is, in fact, a great tenet of Islam. To merely state or express that love is one thing...but to enact upon that love, to encorporate that love through our actions (by following his great example in his life) is something else entirely.
I have by chance come upon a website dealing with this. Please read on, or follow the link provided.
http://www.jaihoon.com/watan/smdroadinvite.htm
Lulua.
================================================== ===============The tale of an Invitation to Madina !
(Jaihoon requests you to kindly proceed reading this article with outmost awe and reverence reciting blessings wherever necessary, for this is no ordinary topic! The entire philosophy of MeraWatan rests on the cool breeze that comforted the Holy Prophet)
Maulana Ali Mian was once invited to deliver a speech at Masjid Nabawi at Madina in the time break between Maghrib and Isha. What was the subject? Why to spell what the topic was? Whom to speak about under the Green Dome other than the Mercy of the Worlds ? Therefore Ali Mian became troubled while preparing for the speech. Ali Mian himself says about this incident:
'There is very little time between Maghrib and Isha. How to fit a speech within such a time limit? How can I introduce a topic in such a short span of time? I went for the speech with great difficulty.'
And then to an assembly of visitors from all over the world, Ali Mian, the great grandson of Prophet saws, stood up near Rawdha Shareef to speak. The speech began thus:
I believe that it is inappropriate to speak about someone else while standing beside the Rawdha Shareef where the Holy Prophet is laying at rest. I am not permitted to mention any other personalities. This is the city of Rasool . This is the mosque of Rasool . This is the Rawdha of Prophet . This is the garden on Earth. But kindly allow me to mention about another.'
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The assembly had intellectuals, scholars, thinkers and laymen from Americas, Asia, and nook and corner of Africa. Ali Mian said while standing near Rawdha Shareef:
'Do you know Why am I mentioning about that man. He was my contemporary who held the love of Rasool with the greatest regard and admiration in his life. Therefore you must permit me to talk on the great visionary poet Muhammad Iqbal.'
That is what I want to request to those coming to attend Road to Madina function. One need not come here to merely listen to a speech. There is no such a speaker standing in front of you. Come forward to this function to kindle your heart with faith. Come forward to embrace the feeling of mercy.
Ali Mian continues his speech:
'Why I was forced to mention Iqbal in Masjid Nabawi…
Once a Hindu Ruler of a province in North India (during the British rule) invited Iqbal to his house.'
We are not lengthening the story. We are merely referring to a speech delivered by the greatest scholar of our times Syed Abul Hasan Ali Nadwi at the Prophet's Mosque.
'After having dinner, the ruler showed Iqbal his room for sleeping. He too went to sleep. But the ruler began to grow worried about the comfort of the great poet. Did he have water to drink? Was his sleep peaceful? He wanted to inquire. He went to the room and knocked on the door. When there was no reply, he stepped inside to find out what had happened to the poet who was widely accepted as a poet and a thinker even by the British government. When he did not find the poet inside the room, the ruler began to get sad. All the luxurious beddings and cushions perfumed were there untouched. What had happened, the host wondered. The guest was nowhere to be seen!
As he searched for the guest, there he was: laying in a corner of the bathroom floor wrapped in a sheet he had brought along on the journey!
Yes! The great visionary poet of 20th century, the vibrant statesman who spoke for Indian independence while participating in the First and Second Round Table Conference, whose patriotic poem Saare Jahan Se Acha had become the voice of Indian freedom struggle…
Unable to believe his eyes, the ruler approached the guest and asked: 'What happened O my honored guest? Are you laying on the ground despite the luxuries that I have prepared in your honor?
The guest replied: 'While going to sleep, I remembered the Holy Prophet . The Holy Prophet saws who slept on the mat made of date palm leaves when the crown of Chosroes was under his follower's feet. When I remembered this, I am sorry my host, I could not sleep on this luxurious bedding that you made for me. Being a mere follower of the Prophet , I had to lie down on the floor.'
'As I concluded the speech saying that this is how one should love Rasool ', says Ali Mian, 'the Isha call to prayer was sounded as if like a coincidence.'
This speech by the greatest scholar of our times is mentioned here not for the sake of repeating an incident. Rather to remind the true nature of affection. Love is a feeling to be put to action. Love is no mere thrill. It is an inspiration for action on the part of the lover.