The Lions of desert & Roses of Paradise

[Nida]

My Brothers and Sisters.. you would be walking on the Bridge of Siraat one day, but are you going to pass it safely? Are you going to make it to Jannah? What if you fall in to the pit of hell! The blazing fire that will melt your brains and the dirty water that will boil in your bellies!


My Sisters In Islam..

you were buried in the days of Jaahiliyyah, you were sold like merchandise, but when the light of Islaam spread all over the world, it liberated you from torture and gave you love and respect and a piece of cloth to hide yourselves with and that made you one of the most honorable creatures on this earth. But what did you do with all that you were given? You threw away all of it? You took off the Hijaab, and your honor was gone. All you have got now is the dirty stares of people who have no respect for you. Now you are plagued with depression, cheated and abused. Where is your beauty my sisters? It is not in your revealing, but it is in your concealing. Its in your heart, you pure soul.


You are a joy to the heart of your husbands and a comfort to your parents. Love your parents, respect them, they brought you up with pains now it’s your turn to look after them, serve them.


You are made from a rib my sisters, strong yet so delicate and fragile. You will allow to hurt yourself but will never hurt your beloved, your husband, just like a rib cage protects the heart. Be a joy to his heart, not sadness…respect him and you will be loved and cared by him. By your gentleness and shyness, show him your love and care. Ya Muslimaat, do what you should do, not what this duniya asks you to …don’t go after the glitters of this duniya for verily this Duniya is not ever lasting. But the Aakhirah is! Prepare yourselves for that day sisters, earn yourselves a house in Jannah with your husband, your family.

[Nida]

Brothers of Islaam ..

you were once the pride of this Ummah, you were like the Lion of Allaah, Hamzah Ibn `Abd Al Mutallib (RA) whose liver was chewed by Hind, and at his death she stood up shouting her poem:


For Badr we have paid you better,
In a war more flaring than the other.
I was not patient to revenge the murder of
`Utbah, my son, and my brother.
My vow’s fulfilled and my heart relieved forever.


The Companions of Prophet Muhammad SAWS reciting their eulogies for Hamzah (RA), a poet Hassaan Ibn Thaabit said:


Moan for Hamzah, the one
Who won’t forget your horse which was old
He spurs horses when away they run
Like lions in jungles. He’s strong and bold
Whither than Haashim. He looks in the sun
Except for the night, his tongue never told
Among your swords, in was he done
Paralyzed be the hands that Wahshiy has sold.

His sister Safiya (RA) also said:

To the happy Paradise of Allaah he was invited
Such a destiny for Hamzah was what we wanted
I won’t forget you if I stayed or departed
I moan for a lion by whom Islaam was protected
O Brother, may Allaah for what you did
Make you rewarded.


My Brothers, you are the pillars of this mighty nation, if you fall it will collapse. Don’t let it fall Brothers, protect it with your shield, be a shield to your sisters in Islaam, to your mothers and little children who have no one on this earth to care for them but Allaah `azza Wa Jal.


Oh Allaah! Protect my Brothers and Sisters Grant us victory over the filthy kaafirs. Save us from `adhaab al Qabr wa `adhaab al Jahannam. Protect my Sisters from the filthy hands of kaafirs. Guide us to the right path and turn our hearts to the light of Islaam. Fill our hearts with the sweetness of Imaan. Instill in our hearts love for each other. Bless us with pious spouses, who would be our key to Jannah, with whom we would strive together to gain Your love and please You. It is You who can guide us and forgive our sins… we are helpless with out You.. ameen !




regds-Nida