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16: Muslim, Because of Him

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16: Muslim, Because of Him

Though I have heard many times, occasionally in gruesome detail, about the struggles he went through in his life, and what he suffered, I was never able to personally relate to it. I understood it in a purely abstract sense, and without having grown up loving this man, it wasn’t immediate or natural for me to sympathize. But then it occurred to me that if not for his persistence in delivering the message, and his prayers for his Ummah, I might not be a Muslim today.

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15: Fall in Love with Qiyam

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15: Fall in Love with Qiyam

If only we knew the treasures the night can hold: The peace and silence; the calm and tranquility not found during the day. Lights out, family and children asleep, a phone line which might as well be dead. If only we recognized the night as our chance to talk – uninterrupted – with our Lord. If only we understood it as our chance to draw closer to Allah. To know that He descends, subhanahu wa ta’ala, every night in the last third of the night to the nearest heaven, in a way befitting His Might and Majesty.

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14: Guard My Tongue

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14: Guard My Tongue

“Man does not utter a single word except that there is an observer nearby, ready [to record].” [50:18]

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13: Eyes & Ears

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13: Eyes & Ears

There are people whose stomachs fast from food and drink, but their eyes graze freely in a field of forbidden sights. Their ears soak in the sounds of music and other forbidden speech. These people have never tasted the true essence of fasting. O Servant of Allah… your eyes and your ears are windows to your heart, openings to your soul. O Servant of Allah, let your eyes and your ears fast from the unlawful things in the same way you abstain from food and drink…

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12: Morning & Evening

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12: Morning & Evening

Steady and unrelenting, my heart beats and I am reminded of Him, subhanahu wa ta’ala. I inhale sharply and raise my head from a web of dreams, woven in my sleep. I have another day, another opportunity to worship, and another chance to remember my Maker. The water, frigid in the morning air, cleanses me and I am ready to stand before my Lord. I bury my face in my hands and thank Allah for blessing me with another day. My thumb traces the horizontal lines of my fingers and my lips motion for words of remembrance.

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