I felt like writing, soโฆ ๐
I thought it would never happen, but it did. My brother and I lost our grandma outside the Haram after Jumuโah on Friday. What absolute disasterness (yes, I know there is no such word).
It was our last day in Makkah, due back in Jeddah. I suggested we wait until Maghrib and then travel back instead of going straight after Jumuโah in the heat (my sly plan of trying to pray there as much as I could), but grandma wanted to go back to Jeddah as soon as possible to run some last minute errands. Now, my beloved grandma is not someone you can argue with, guaranteed youโll lose every argument so I agreed and we set off in the scorching 45 C temp. to get our ride back to Jeddah. My brother and I split up in finding a good taxi for the sake of grandma as her feet had been hurting for a few weeks. When we told her we were getting a taxi she refused and said that she wanted a bus! Oh man, so we went to find a bus. A pretty ta3baan microbus pulled up next to us but it was just what grandma wanted so we got her in but soon afterwards we realised that they couldnโt take our luggage. So we got off again. By this time grandma was getting pretty frustrated so I took her to the pavement behind me and told her โOk, weโll go and get another ride, but please stay here Gran, otherwise erm, we might lose you,โ I said it sarcastically, little realising how true my words would be.
There were so many people around the mawqif that day, the Haram had been packed with worshippers who were now on the streets, some carrying their luggage, others getting into cars, buses honking, drivers shouting out destinations and pricesโฆ it was noisy, crowded and hot โ the last thing I wanted that day was for us to lose each other. Off we went in different directions speaking to different drivers โ some of these drivers are as sly as foxes. One actually made me laugh; we asked him โSo how much for Jeddah?โ He tilted his head to one side, took a deep sigh and said with a fantastic degree of confidence โ120 SR!โ Lol. โWhat, and do I look like a foreigner to you?โ is my usual sarcastic response to such daylight robbery (the rides are about 10 SR per person btw). Anyway, we finally found something alhamdulillah. My brother loaded the luggage and got in, I went to get grandma. I looked but she wasnโt at the place I left her. Hmm, I looked behind parked buses and walked up further to see if she went to sit elsewhere, but there was no sign of her. Hurriedly I went round again double-checking all the spots, but she was nowhere to be found. I went back to my brother,
โIs she here?โ I asked.
โNo.โ
โSubhanallah, I canโt seem to find her.โ
Off I went again but soon returned without luck. Everyone in the bus was waiting for us so I said to him,
โHey, get off the bus man, I think weโve lost grandma.โ
โWhat?!โ says my bro. โIsnโt she where you left her?โ
โNo, sheโs not.โ
He jumped off and started getting the luggage off, sweating as if someone poured water all over him,
โWhat do you mean sheโs not there?โ
โIโm serious, I looked everywhere, sheโs not here.โ
โI canโt believe this. Ok, you stay here and Iโll look for her.โ
He went up and down the street, looked behind walls, checked every place of shade, and checked every place that had seats or people sitting. Nothing.
It was my turn; I checked the other side of the street, looked from a raised platform, and scanned the area. Subhanallah, on any other day this may have been easier but it was Friday after Jumuโah in the busiest mosque in the entire world. To top it off, the sun was beating down hard and making it difficult to look in the distance. My brother rang me on my mobile,
โDid you find her?โ
โNo, nothing.โ
โOk, come back, Iโll go again.โ
He went and returned. I noticed he was getting worried and perhaps scared. So I said,
โSheโs gone to Jeddah.โ
โWhat?โ
โTrust me, sheโs in Jeddah.โ More than anything I think I was just trying to ease his nerves.
He sighed. โWhat if sheโs lying somewhere, passed out or something?โ
โDonโt be silly, sheโs safe inshaโAllah.โ
โYou donโt know that.โ
He was right, I didnโt. All these different thoughts started to pour into my mind. What if this happened, what if that happened? She hadnโt been eating properly and she had difficulty walking, what if something really did happen to her. I wouldnโt be able to forgive myself. My throat was dry, I couldnโt speak much.
โHey listen, why donโt you grab a drink for us, look for her on your way, yeah?โ He got us some cold drinks, but they became warm within minutes โ the heat was a right killer.
โAsr adhan went off. The number of people coming out of the hotels to go to the mosque grew in number and the place became even more populated and noisy. It was hopeless finding anyone in this chaos. We went and prayed in the courtyard of the Haram, constantly keeping watch for our lost one.
My brother mustโve had more faith in me than I thought. He phoned our relatives in Jeddah to see if she had arrived there. But she wasnโt there.
โThey said they havenโt heard from her.โ
โDid they say anything else?โ I asked.
โNo, just that we should keep looking and theyโll keep calling us, they wanted to speak to you.โ
I didnโt say anything, just kept looking into the distance. I was lost in thought, โWhatever situation you find yourself in, derive a point of benefit.โ Verses from the Qurโan began to come to mind. One particular ayah that played over my mind was:
ุฃูููููู ู ููู ููููู ูููููู ู ุญูุฑูู ุงู ุขู ููุงู ููุฌูุจูู ุฅููููููู ุซูู ูุฑูุงุชู ููููู ุดูููุกู ุฑูุฒููุงู ู ูู ูููุฏููููุง ููููููููู ุฃูููุซูุฑูููู ู ููุง ููุนูููู ูููู
โโฆ Have We not established for them a sanctuary (Makkah) made safe and secure, to which are brought fruits of all kinds, a provision from Ourselves, but most of them know not.โ [al-Qasas]
Another one was:
ููุฅูุฐู ููุงูู ุฅูุจูุฑูุงูููู ู ุฑูุจูู ุงุฌูุนููู ูููุฐูุง ุงููุจูููุฏู ุขู ููุงู ููุงุฌูููุจูููู ููุจูููููู ุฃูู ูููุนูุจูุฏู ุงูุฃูุตูููุงู ู
โAnd remember when Ibrahimย said: โO my Lord! Make this city (Makkah) one of peace and security, and keep me and my sons away from worshipping idols.โ [Ibrahim]
Without doubt, this was a land of safety and security. Whatever is lost is most certainly in the care of Allah `azza wa jall and just as He protects the land, likewise does He protect its people.
It is in circumstances like these when situations turn and one finds themselves completely incapable of doing anything, that a person begins to realise what it means to be an โAbd (slave) of Allah. When you find yourself at a loss, you realise your place in this world and you realise your position with regards to your Maker. When you see that no matter what you do, the situation isnโt getting any better, you realise that power is not a right of yours, it never was. When you begin to suffer a little, start to lose your ground and hope becomes a fading shadow, you realise what it means to believe. And it is only when you realise all this, that you taste the sweetness of belief โ the Power of Allah, the amazing case of al-Qadr and al-Qadhaโ (fate/destiny) and then the delights of submitting to the Will of Allah is experienced by your heart and surely, after the tremble, it will fall into some ease.
ุฑูุฒููุงู ู ูู ูููุฏููููุง
โโฆ a provision from Ourselvesโฆโ
A family friend of ours who later heard of the incident made an interesting observation. He said that losing family members in Hajj/โUmrah was part of oneโs โIbadah. It took me a moment to register what he was saying, but I soon realised what he meant. In a way, losing my grandma was a sort of provision. Can a loss be a provision? Sort ofโฆ I felt like I was provided with a way to Allah, an avenue to further draw closer to Allah and without doubt I felt my Iman increase more: my rukooโ in the โAsr salah was not the same as it had been in Dhuhr and my sujood in Maghrib was definitely not the same as it was in โAsr.
I realised that on that day, it wasnโt really about losing my grandmaโฆ it was about seizing the opportunity to draw closer to Allah and establish worship in an apparently difficult situation.
My brother sighed, โItโs official,โ he said, โGrandma is missing.โ
I donโt know why that statement threw me off. For the first time during this incident, I felt fear and panic in my heart. But instead I said, โNah, sheโs in Jeddah, really, Iโm sure she got fed up with us looking for a dumb ride that she decided to go and make the journey herself.โ I actually really believed what I was saying, maybe because grandma can be like that.
My brother on the other hand was starting to lose it.
โLook, even if she went to Jeddah, donโt you think she wouldโve got there by now? It only takes 45mins to get there, not hours on end!โ
Without a doubt, he was right. It had been 5 hours.
Dusk fell and the adhan for Maghrib prayer began to sound.
I had begun to blame myself for the way things had turned out. โWhy didnโt I just stay with her?โ โHad I upset her in any way before she disappeared?โ โWas I to blame in the Sight of Allah?โ I remembered what I had said to my mother the day we were leaving for โUmrah: โDonโt worry mum, Iโll take full care of gran and make sure she eats well!โ What care was it if I returned without her?
As we began to pray salat al-Maghrib, my worry of all this being my fault began to heighten and I panicked lest the Imam should recite an ayah regarding parents or fulfilling trusts or responsibility. I think I wouldโve fainted if he did because anyone in my shoes would take it as a โsignโ and maybe even a rebuking! Iโm sure many of you have also experienced this; when a matter concerns you, somehow in the prayers the Imam recites verses on that topic concerning you or youโre walking and you hear verses on that topic or youโre just reading a book and come across verses on that very topic!
It was Imam Mahir al-Muโayqali and alhamdulillah he didnโt recite anything that caused me to pass out. I was so relieved in fact that I canโt even recall what he recited in that salah! Relief was followed by more relief.
โโฆ Have We not established for them a sanctuary (Makkah) made safe and secure, to which are brought fruits of all kinds, a provision from Ourselves, but most of them know not.โ
It was almost time for salat al-โIsha when amidst our continuous (and hopeless) searches, I received a phone-call from Jeddah. โGreat,โ I thought, โthey want another update.โ
โYeah, erm we still havenโt found her but weโre looking,โ I said.
Then I tried my luck: โErm, has she turned up at all?โ
โYes, she has.โ
โHuh?! Has she come?!โ
โYeah, she just came now.โ
SubhanโAllah. All I said and to be frank, all I could say was: SubhanโAllah.
I called my brother to give him the news. He returned from what was probably his 20th search with a noticeable hop in his walk lol. In the taxi back to Jeddah, we realised how exhausted (and hungry) we wereโฆ shattered, we couldnโt even speak. My brother sat quietly, I could tell he was ready to dose off. Then he turned to me and said, โHey, at least you got your wishโฆ You got to pray in the Haram until Maghrib!โ Ha, a faint laugh was all I could manage. Now that just put a whole new meaning to the verse: โโฆ a provision from Ourselves, but most of them know not.โ And praying the obligatory prayers in the Haram (worth 100,000 rewards each) is most definitely a โprovision.โ
The greatest irony of it all? My grandmaโs name is Makkah.
I thought it would never happen, but it did. My brother and I lost our grandma outside the Haram after Jumuโah on Friday. What absolute disasterness (yes, I know there is no such word).
It was our last day in Makkah, due back in Jeddah. I suggested we wait until Maghrib and then travel back instead of going straight after Jumuโah in the heat (my sly plan of trying to pray there as much as I could), but grandma wanted to go back to Jeddah as soon as possible to run some last minute errands. Now, my grandma is not someone you can argue with, guaranteed youโll lose every argument so I agreed and we set off in the scorching 45 C temp. to get our ride back to Jeddah. My brother and I split up in finding a good taxi for the sake of grandma as her feet had been hurting for a few weeks. When we told her we were getting a taxi she refused and said that she wanted a bus! Oh man, so we went to find a bus. A pretty ta3baan microbus pulled up next to us but it was just what grandma wanted so we got her in but soon afterwards we realised that they couldnโt take our luggage. So we got off again, by this time grandma was getting pretty frustrated. So I took her to the pavement behind me and told her โOk, weโll go and get another ride, but please stay here, Gran, otherwise we might lose you,โ I said it sarcastically, little realising how true my words would be.
There were so many people around the mawqif that day, the Haram had been packed with worshippers who were now on the streets, some carrying their luggage, others getting into cars, buses honking, drivers shouting out destinations and pricesโฆ it was noisy, crowded and hot โ the last thing I wanted that day was for us to lose each other. Off we went in different directions speaking to different drivers โ some of the drivers are as sly as foxes. One actually made me laugh; we asked him โSo how much for Jeddah?โ He tilted his head to one side, took a deep sigh and said with a fantastic degree of confidence โ120 SR!โ Lol. โWhat, and do I look like a foreigner to you?โ is my usual sarcastic response to such daylight robbery (the rides are about 10SR per person btw). Anyway, we finally found something alhamdulillah. My brother loaded the luggage and got in, I went to get grandma. I looked but she wasnโt at the place I left her. Hmm, I looked behind parked buses and walked up further to see if she went to sit elsewhere, but there was no sign of her. Hurriedly I went round again double-checking all the spots, but she was nowhere to be found. I went back to my brother,
โIs she here?โ I asked.
โNo.โ
โSubhanallah, I canโt seem to find her.โ Off I went again but soon returned without luck. Everyone in the bus was waiting for us so I said to him, โHey, get off the bus man, I think weโve lost grandma.โ
โWhat?!โ says my bro. โIsnโt she where you left her?โ
โNo man, sheโs not.โ
He jumped off and started getting the luggage off, sweating as if someone poured water all over him, โWhat do you mean sheโs not there?โ
โIโm serious, I looked everywhere, sheโs not here.โ
โI canโt believe this. Ok, you stay here and Iโll look for her.โ
He went up and down the street, looked behind walls, checked every place of shade, and checked every place that had seats or people sitting. Nothing.
It was my turn; I went off again, checked the other side of the street, looked from a raised platform, and scanned the area. Subhanallah, on any other day this may have been easier but it was Friday after Jumuโah in the busiest mosque in the entire world. To top it off, the sun was beating down hard and making it difficult to look in the distance. My brother rang me on my mobile,
โDid you find her?โ
โNo, nothing.โ
โOk, come back, Iโll go again.โ
He went and returned. I noticed he was getting worried and perhaps scared. So I said, โSheโs gone to Jeddah.โ
โWhat?โ
โTrust me, sheโs in Jeddah.โ More than anything I think I was just trying to ease his nerves.
He sighed. โWhat if sheโs lying somewhere, passed out or something?โ
โDonโt be silly, sheโs safe inshaโAllah.โ
โYou donโt know that.โ
He was right, I didnโt. All these different thoughts started to pour into my mind. What if this happened, what if that happened? She hadnโt been eating properly and she had difficulty walking, what if something really did happen to her. I wouldnโt be able to forgive myself. My throat was dry, I couldnโt speak much. But I couldnโt let on that I was worried or panicky as I didnโt want to make him feel any more uneasy.
โHey listen, why donโt you grab a drink for us, look for her on your way, yeah?โ I told him. He got us some cold drinks, but they became warm within minutes โ the heat was a right killer.
โAsr adhan went off. The no. of people coming out of the hotels to go to the mosque grew in number and the place became even more overpopulated and noisy. It was hopeless finding anyone in this chaos. We went and prayed in the courtyard of the Haram, constantly keeping watch for our lost one.
My brother mustโve had more faith in me than I thought. He phoned our relatives in Jeddah to see if she had arrived there. But she wasnโt there.
โThey said they havenโt heard from her.โ
โDid they say anything else?โ I asked.
โNo, just that we should keep looking and theyโll keep calling us, they wanted to speak to you.โ
I didnโt say anything, just kept looking into the distance. I was lost in thought, โWhatever situation you find yourself in, derive a point of benefit.โ Verses from the Qurโan began to come to mind. One particular ayah that played over and over my mind was:
ุฃูููููู ู ููู ููููู ูููููู ูุญูุฑูู ุงู ุขู ููุงู ููุฌูุจูู ุฅููููููู ุซูู ูุฑูุงุชู ููููู ุดูููุกู ุฑูุฒููุงู ู ูู ูููุฏููููุง ูููููููููุฃูููุซูุฑูููู ู ููุง ููุนูููู ูููู
โโฆ Have We not established for them a sanctuary (Makkah) made safe and secure, to which are brought fruits of all kinds, a provision from Ourselves, but most of them know not.โ
Another one was:
ููุฅูุฐูููุงูู ุฅูุจูุฑูุงูููู ู ุฑูุจูู ุงุฌูุนููู ูููุฐูุง ุงููุจูููุฏู ุขู ููุงู ููุงุฌูููุจูููู ููุจููููููุฃูู ูููุนูุจูุฏู ุงูุฃูุตูููุงู ู
โAnd remember when Ibrahim said: โO my Lord! Make this city (Makkah) one of peace and security, and keep me and my sons away from worshipping idols.โ [Ibrahim: 35]
Without doubt, this was a land of safety and security. Whatever is lost is most certainly in the care of Allah `azza wa jall and just as He protects the land, likewise does He protect its people.
It is in circumstances like these when situations turn and one finds themselves completely incapable of doing anything, that a person begins to realise what it means to be an โAbd (slave) of Allah. When you find yourself at a loss, you realise your place in this world and you realise your position with regards to your Maker. When you see that no matter what you do, the situation isnโt getting any better, you realise that power is not a right of yours, it never was. When you begin to suffer a little, start to lose your ground and hope becomes a fading shadow, you realise what it means to believe. And it is only when you realise all this, that you taste the sweetness of belief โ the Power of Allah, the amazing case of al-Qadr and al-Qadhaโ (fate/destiny) and then the delights of submitting to the Will of Allah is experienced by your heart and surely, after the tremble, it will fall into some ease.
ุฑูุฒููุงู ู ูู ูููุฏููููุง
โโฆ a provision from Ourselvesโฆโ
A family friend of ours who later heard of the incident made an interesting observation. He said that losing family members in Hajj/โUmrah was part of oneโs โIbadah. It took me a moment to register what he was saying, but I soon realised what he meant. In a way, losing my grandma was a sort of provision โ I felt like I was provided with a way to Allah, an avenue to further draw closer to Allah and without doubt I felt my Iman increase more: my rukooโ in the โAsr salah was not the same as it had been in Dhuhr and my sujood in Maghrib was definitely not the same as โAsr.
I realised that on that day, it wasnโt really about losing my grandmaโฆ it was about seizing the opportunity to draw closer to Allah and establish worship in an apparently difficult situation.
My brother sighed, โItโs official,โ he said, โGrandma is missing.โ
I donโt know why that statement threw me off. For the first time during this incident, I felt fear and panic in my heart. But instead I said, โNah, sheโs in Jeddah, really, Iโm sure she got fed up with us looking for a dumb ride that she decided to go and make the journey herself.โ I actually really believed what I was saying, maybe because grandma can be like that.
My brother on the other hand was starting to lose it.
โLook, even if she went to Jeddah, donโt you think she wouldโve got there by now? It only takes 45mins to get there, not hours on end!โ
Without a doubt, he was right. It had been 5 hours.
โTrust me, sheโll be there. Itโs Friday, Iโm sure thereโs a lot of traffic from here to Jeddah.โ
Dusk fell and the adhan for Maghrib prayer began to sound.
I had begun to blame myself for the way things had turned out. โWhy didnโt I just stay with her?โ โHad I upset her in any way before she disappeared?โ โWas I to blame in the Sight of Allah?โ I remembered what I had said to my mother the day we were leaving for โUmrah: โDonโt worry mum, Iโll take full care of gran and make sure she eats well!โ What care was it if I returned without her?
As we began to pray salat al-Maghrib, my worry of all this being my fault began to heighten and I panicked lest the Imam should recite an ayah regarding parents or fulfilling trusts or responsibility. I think I wouldโve fainted if he did because anyone in my shoes would take it as a โsignโ and maybe even a rebuking! Iโm sure many of you have also experienced this; when a matter concerns you, somehow in the salawat the Imam recites verses on that topic concerning you or youโre walking and you hear verses on that topic or youโre just reading a book and come across verses on that very topic!
It was Shaykh Mahir al-Mu3ayqali and alhamdulillah he didnโt recite anything that caused me to pass out. I was so relieved in fact that I canโt even remember what he recited in that salah! I just cried and cried.
โโฆ Have We not established for them a sanctuary (Makkah) made safe and secure, to which are brought fruits of all kinds, a provision from Ourselves, but most of them know not.โ
It was almost time for salat al-โIsha when amidst our continuous (and hopeless) searches, I received a phone-call from Jeddah. โGreat,โ I thought, โthey want another update.โ
โYeah, erm we still havenโt found her but weโre looking.โ
Then I tried my luck: โErm, has she turned up at all?โ
โYes, she has.โ
I refused to believe I heard it at first.
โHuh?! Has she come?!โ
โYeah, she just came now.โ
SubhanโAllah. All I said and to be frank, all I could say was: SubhanโAllah.
In the taxi back to Jeddah, we realised how exhausted (and hungry) we wereโฆ shattered, we couldnโt even speak. My brother sat quietly, he was ready to dose off I could tell. Then he turned to me and said, โHey, at least you got your wish. You got to pray in the Haram until Maghrib!โ Ha, a faint laugh was all I could manage. Now that just put a whole new meaning to the verse: โโฆ a provision from Ourselves, but most of them know not.โ And praying the obligatory prayers in the Haram is definitely a โprovision.โ
Assalamualaikum
JazakAllahu Khairan for that beautiful story.
May Allah preserve your grandmother.
Wa ‘alaykum salaam warahmatullaah,
Mashaa’Allaah, a beautiful story. The last sentence threw me off, my grandma is also called Makkah lol, lakin she’s dead, Allaah yarahmaha.
Assalamu’alaykum sis, how are you??
Mashallah for this post really did it for me. Subhanallah its an amazing gift to be able to have extended family near-by. Alhamdulillah for islam and for its continous reminder of importance of family. My grandma died 3 years ago and because of the kind of person she was, for everytime I think of her my heart aches and tears fall from my eyes…..May Allah place noor in her grave and that of her husband (my grandfather who died before my dad was born). May Allah place noor and make the grave of all Muslims spacious. Ameen.
p.s sis, when we gonna get a piece of you? I hardly ever hear from you girl!
Loadza Lurve from Central London.
Amina
xxx
Amina! Masha’Allah it’s great to hear from you sis! Long time…
You’re absolutely right, it’s a great blessing having parents and grand ones too. My parents were both orphaned before the age of 6 and so they serve as heavy reminders of this huge ni3mah. ูู ุงูุดูุฑ ูุง ุฑุจ
May Allah have mercy upon your grandmother and enter her into Paradise as wide as the heavens and the earth. May He unite you with her and shower you with His Forgiveness and Mercy. Ameen
I hope you are doing good (check your email), miss our old times ๐ Forget East, it’s all Central next time…
Asalaamualaikum,
Most amusing and thoroughly enjoyable read, mashaAllah.
Nice to have you back Fajr ๐ I like the new look mashaAlah.
SubhanAllah, incredible story! I wanted to comment with the same thing (that you prayed maghrib in the haram) until I got to the part that your brother told you that. So how did she get to Jeddah?
I’ve been lost a few times during my younger years by my family lol, so I can relate more to your grandma ๐ May Allah protect her and your family.
Rahimahallaah. I didn’t expect many people to be called Makkah let alone another grandmother masha’Allah ๐ Allah yarhamha wa jama3akum fil-Jannah.
My grandmother is called Makkah but she actually lived in Madinah with us (a different place to the Madinah in Saudi). Yeah, it gets more complicated.
Amatullah, congratulations on the new domain! Looking elegantly superb masha’Allaah. The new look on here needs some work, it’s lacking a certain something. Hmm, I will probably change it soon…
By bus ๐ I didn’t ask for the details (although she spent a few hours looking for us in the same place – how we missed each other is completely beyond me), I was just glad she made it safely. Everything is in the Qadr of Allah – I have a strong feeling that I was meant to stay until Maghrib ๐
The funniest thing is, she went to Jeddah and told everyone ‘I’ve lost the kids! I’ve looked for them everywhere but they’re lost!’ – She said she thought we got run over by the buses lol. May Allah bless her.
al-Salaamu โalaykum,
Great to hear you found your grandmother, maashaaโAllaah โ itโs really stressful to lose anyone in that environment. I remember losing my mum at โArafah at the same time my sister had fainted in the heat!
Occasionally incidents like this really provide an unexplainable relationship and a personal experiential insight into concepts in the Qurโaan. I expect you really came to realise the nature of the Haram and its sanctuary, something not appreciable to those of us that only read these attributes of the regionโฆ ููุฅูุฐู ุฌูุนูููููุง ุงููุจูููุชู ู ูุซูุงุจูุฉู ูููููููุงุณู ููุฃูู ููุงู
alhamdulillah, an amazingly beautiful read with so much benefit to be derived. Thank you for sharing.
Subhanallah, your story is beautiful and you created even a memory you created for your life. We can only pray for you to feel some peace now and that your grandma will receive the blessings and joys of Jannah Firdous.
An-Nahl verse 30 guarantees the righteous to have a home in the hereafter that is better and more excellent than what we can imagine here on earth. There’s no reason to think the same is not true for your grandma.
God is always great in sickness, health, life and death.
Thank you for sharing your pain and experience with me.
It was a beautiful read. You have a nice way with words, masha Allah. May Allah bless you and your family with the best in dunya and akhirah, ameen allahumma ameen.
walekum salaam wa rahmatuallahi wa barakatuhu ukhtee
jazakallahu khair
ahlan wa sahlan
mashallah good points derrived.
was’salaam
Assalam ‘alaikum wr wb
subhanAllaah. beautiful. drank the post. aren’t grandparents/aunts/uncles so adorable? (mashaAllaah) Haram is a dream <3… I'm moving away from here in a few days… ๐ … I'm going to try to catch a whole day there before the departure ๐
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Wa iyyakum
Well, due to recent incidents, my brother and I are now officially known for ‘getting lost.’ Fact is, we don’t get lost; we just forget to tell people where we are ๐
Oh no! How did you cope? I would be so confused…
Murdiyyah, enjoy your day there insha’Allah ๐ Btw, did you get my email?
Yes dear, jazaa kullah khair for the warm wishes (whoops I shouldn’t be online right now :D)!
For you WordPress Wizards… does anyone know how to get rid of that ‘search’ function on top right-hand side corner of blog? It’s blocking the ‘Projects’ and ‘Translated Books’ tabs :
Try this:
Goto your Dashboard > on the left hand panel, click on Appearance > widgets > you’ll see search on the right hand side under ‘sidebar’. Click arrow beside it > remove.
Hope that helps!
Love your blog btw =)
Ahsanallahu ilayki ukhti, but that got rid of my normal search function ๐
It’s the off-key one right on top that I’m trying to delete, but it doesn’t seem to be listed with the widgets. Perhaps it’s part of this theme…
subhanAllah..i couldnt stop till i reached the end..beautiful!! it’s stories like these that make me realize what im missing. (my paternal grandma died before my mom even conceived me, my maternal grandma died when i were only 1) so,etimes i cry when i miss them, even though i never really knew them..
Subhanallah I would have cried! not that it would have helped in the slightest way. So tell me, where was she and what was she doing from dhuhur till isha’? You guys are good to wait and be patient for that long.. in that time I would have frantically started searching around the local hospitals and police stations, screaming LOWSAMA7T!! LOWSAMA7T!! (similar to the scene mum made at cairo that time) lol.
Speakin of mum she was worried you guys never called after a weeks and started to speculate the pair of you perhaps got kidnapped by egyptian men! and called around every1 in cairo asking.. caruurti ma arag teen?!? LOL! that was funny. Hows thing anyway?
๐ You are too funny! (although mum will always beat you by a mile. She is pure class, everytime).
Yeah, I knew something was up when I began getting phonecalls from all over Cairo simultaneously. It must be because M&M is with me now, what to do with him eh?
Check your email… hope it’s sufficient ๐
What a story, subhanAllaah!
2 yrs ago, when I went to ‘Umrah, my grandma also joined us from Dubai. I was too busy looking after her that I ended up losing my parents! And it was a Friday as well.
I was just about to start panic, but then I realized – I am standing right in front of the ka’bah, between the adhaan and iqaamah.. and I am not making du’aa!
So I raised my hands, made du’aa to Allaah subhanahu wa ta’ala to unite us with the rest of the family and subhanAllaah. As soon as we finished praying and we were making our way out, I spotted the rest of my family by the shoe area.
What a beautiful analogy sis. Indeed “a provision from Ourselves, but most of them know not.”
i love you for the sake of Allah
May the One for Whose sake you love me love you as well, ya Maryam. I pray all goes well for you on your big day ๐ I’m sorry to be missing it, ูููู ุงููู ููู ุฎูุฑ
Assalaamu alaykum wa rahmatullaahi wa barakaatuh,
Quote:
“It is in circumstances like these when situations turn and one finds themselves completely incapable of doing anything, that a person begins to realise what it means to be an โAbd (slave) of Allah. When you find yourself at a loss, you realise your place in this world and you realise your position with regards to your Maker. When you see that no matter what you do, the situation isnโt getting any better, you realise that power is not a right of yours, it never was. When you begin to suffer a little, start to lose your ground and hope becomes a fading shadow, you realise what it means to believe. And it is only when you realise all this, that you taste the sweetness of belief โ the Power of Allah, the amazing case of al-Qadr and al-Qadhaโ (fate/destiny) and then the delights of submitting to the Will of Allah is experienced by your heart and surely, after the tremble, it will fall into some ease.”
What you said above is so true. I think it was Imaam Al Ghazaali who struck a similtude to describe this when he said something like, ” We are in a ship (life) that is controlled by the sea and its waves (Qadar).
I guess the more we realise and accept the complete power of Allaah subhaanahu wa ta ‘ala over our lives the more it will help us to fear and obey Him alone.
May Allaah reward you immensely
Assalaamu alaykum
P.S. The phenomenon about hearing ayaat recited which are so relevant to events that happen close to the time of hearing it being recited. I don’t think its a co-incidence. I get this alot as well.
Sis contact me on inuhunter@hotmail.com,jazakAllah.
Mashallah ukhtee, keep up the good work. I absolutely love your blog mashAllah tabarakAllah!
assalamu alaikum warahamatullahi wabarakatuh wamaghfiratuh
May Allah reward you for your efforts!
this does not really belong here, but i didnt know how to contact you so perhaps you shouldnt approve of this just read it inshAllah.
I am Khaldun a student at the islaamic uni of madeenah, i am trying to run a humble blog much like your own but not as good. To make a long story short could you perhaps have a look at it? and perhaps suggest any improvments i can make?
http://www.khaldun.wordpress.com
MashAllah May Allah bless you for sharing this.
Reblogged this on zoozooms.
MashaAllah wa tabarkaAllah.. Had the worried frown through the entire story until she was found..alhamdulilah May Allah keep her safe Always! ๐ As for your blog alhamdulilah always reminding us of Allah and His words in the most beautiful ways..in total awe of what Allah has blessed you with..keep up the writing habeebati barka Allahu feeki wa fee qalamik <3
Just amazing :'(
Jazakum’Allahu khayran, Umm Shayma and everyone. Alhamdulillah it was a big relief when she turned up.
Wow!! SubhanAllah ๐
Assalamualaikum Warahmatullahi Wabarakatuh Dear Ukhti!!
I love you for the Sake of Allah, Ar Rahmaan, Ar Raheem!!
Jazakillahu Khair for all the beautiful reminders!
This story really was amazing! SubhanAllaah!!
May AllaahSWT bless you and your family with khair in this world and the next!
by the way i hope your mother is doing fine…she wasnt feeling well few months ago right…
take care
Assalamualaikum warahmatullahi wabarakatuh
Wa `alaykumusalam wa rahmatullahi wa barakatuh
May the One for Whose sake you love me, love you too, ameen! Jazakillahu khayran ukhti, alhamdulillah my mum has made huge improvements, she’s just in the middle of treatment now ๐ thank you for asking about her.
asalamualaykum wa rahmatullah
The ending made me laugh ๐
jazakallahu khair for sharing sis
Salam alaikum,
It was very nicely narrated…and its so overwhelming to feel how close Allah swt is to His a’bd….subhanAllah…
Jazakellah for sharing…