Manners, Knowledge, or Both? July 30, 2009 at 8:32 am

At the ICNA convention this year, one of the speakers said that a person who possesses knowledge but lacks good manners is in a state of hypocrisy.  I think that it is due to this fact that so many people are turned off by religion.  I actually know of some sisters who are scared of “religious” brothers because of past experiences with domestic and emotional abuse  This is really sad.  Imam Zaid Shakir actually discussed this at the RIHLA as well.

About the RIHLA…There were several books we read (and are still reading), including Purification of the Heart, Reflections of Pearls, and The Creed of Imam Al Tahawi.  One of my favorites however is Islamic Manners by Shaykh ‘Abd al-Fattah Abu Ghuddah.  It was also the only book that I was not familiar with before coming to the RIHLA.  It is absolutely beautiful and practical.  Just as much as the Muslim must try to perfect their prayers and outer devotions to God, so too should they also perfect their manners and relations with others.  This reminds me of what Shaykh Husain Abdul Sattar said in a lecture once…that Allah is is more forgiving for the transgressions we commit against Him (prayer, fasting) than the transgressions we committ against other creations.  This is because we have to seek forgiveness from both the person we wronged against and God.

This book also reminded me of a beautiful article I read once called “Adab: The Sufi Art of Conscious Relationship.”  You can find it here:

http://www.sufismontario.org/writtings/Adab,%20Sufi%20Art%20of%20Conscious%20Relationships,%20by%20Kabir%20Helminski.htm

A favorite passage:

“I have observed that children in Sufi families are lovingly given subtle cues about how to act and move throughout the world.  Abdulbaki Golpinarli, perhaps the greatest documentator of Sufi life in the last century wrote about his own upbringing in this way:

I remember that, when I was a child, if I walked quickly, or stamped my feet, people would say to me (not out of anger), ‘What are you doing, Baki? What kind of a way is that to walk?  My child, eveything has a heart, a life, a soul: wouldn’t the wood get hurt?  Look, it’s laid itself on the floor for us to walk on.  Shouldn’t we show respect, and not hurt it?’”

It is because of this emphasis on manners and good character in Islam that has made me somewhat place outward devotional acts below inward devotion and character.  Don’t misunderstand me, both are extremely important.  To have one and not the other is hypocrisy.  But for example, I don’t think I could tell a sister that she should wear hijab.  The fact that I am spending time with her and already wearing one is enough pressure as it is.  At the end of the day, covering your hair is not as important as controlling one’s anger, forgiving others, and displaying selflessness.  What kind of representation of Islam would a hijabi be displaying if she continually backbited others and “told people off” instead of holding her anger in?  I know a few sisters who became discouraged from coming to the MSA for the same reason.

May God allow us to incorporate the best manners into our characters and spread the truth through this medium.  Ameen.

RIHLA 2009! July 21, 2009 at 2:37 pm

I am currently at the Deen Intensive’s RIHLA 2009 program at Maryland. We are up from Fajr (dawn) until Isha. (They do give us breaks in between to nap).

So far I have listened to Ustadh Yahya Rhodus, Imam Zaid Shakir, Shaykh Hamza Yusuf, and Shaykh Faraz Rabbani.

I will write more later inshAllah, Imam Zaid is about to speak.
:)
Alhamdulilah Rabbi ‘Alameen-Praise be to God, Lord of the Worlds

“Forget Phraseology…I want burning…burning!” July 15, 2009 at 7:14 am

 

 Turn your back in repentance to Him, and fear Him: establish regular prayers, and be not amongst those who join gods with God, those who split up their Religion, and become (mere) Sects,- each party rejoicing in that which is with itself!”
-Surah Rum 31-32

Muslims are so bewildered and confused these days by the massive amount of trivial differences that exist between different Islamic “sects”.  At the end of the day everyone should realise that it is our “burning” for God that matters.  I love this poem…read it and you will understand what I mean by “burning.”

 Moses and the Shepherd
Jalaluddin Rumi

Moses heard a shepherd on the road praying, “God,”
where are You? I want to help You, to fix Your shoes
and comb Your hair. I want to wash Your clothes
and pick the lice off. I want to bring You milk,
to kiss Your little hands and feet when it’s time
for You to go to bed. I want to sweep Your room
and keep it neat. God, my sheep and goats
are Yours. All I can say, remembering You,
is ayyyy and ahhhhhhhhh.”
 
Moses could stand it no longer.
“Who are you talking to?”
“The One who made us,
and made the earth and made the sky.”
“Don’t talk about shoes
and socks with God! And what’s this with Your little hands
and feet? Such blasphemous familiarity sounds like
you’re chatting with your uncles.
Only something that grows
needs milk. Only someone with feet needs shoes. Not God!
Even if you meant God’s human representatives
as when God said, ‘I was sick, and you did not visit me,’
even then this tone would be foolish and irreverent.
 
Use appropriate terms. Fatima is a fine name
for a woman, but if you call a man Fatima,
it’s an insult. Body-and-birth language
are right for us on this side of the river,
but not for addressing the Origin,
not for Allah.”
 
The shepherd repented and tore his clothes and sighed
and wandered out into the desert.
A sudden revelation
came then to Moses. God’s voice:
 
You have separated Me
from one of my own. Did you come as a Prophet to unite,
or to sever?
I have given each being a separate and unique way

of seeing and knowing and saying that knowledge.

What seems wrong to you is right for him.
What is poison to one is honey to someone else.
Purity and impurity, sloth and diligence in worship,
these mean nothing to Me.
I am apart from all that.
Ways of worshipping are not to be ranked as better
or worse than one another.

It’s all praise, and it’s all
right.
It’s not Me that’s glorified in acts of worship.
It’s the worshippers! I don’t hear the words
they say. I look at the humility.
That broken-open lowliness is the Reality,

not the language! Forget phraseology.
I want burning,
burning.
Be friends
with your burning. Burn up your thinking
and your forms of expression!

Moses,
those who pay attention to ways of behaving
and speaking are one sort.
Lovers who burn
are another.

 
Don’t impose a property tax
on a burned out village. Don’t scold the Lover.
The “wrong” way he talks is better than a hundred
“right” ways of others.
 
Inside the Kaaba
it doesn’t matter which direction you point
your prayer rug!
The ocean diver doesn’t need snowshoes!
The Love-Religion has no code or doctrine.
Only God.
So the ruby has nothing engraved on it!
It doesn’t need markings.
 
God began speaking deeper mysteries to Moses. Vision and words,
which cannot be recorded here, poured into
and through him. He left himself and came back.
He went to Eternity and came back here.
Many times this happened.
It’s foolish of me
to try and say this. If I did say it,
it would uproot our human intelligences.
It would shatter all writing pens.
 
Moses ran after the shepherd.
He followed the bewildered footprints,
in one place moving straight like a castle
across a chessboard. In another, sideways,
like a bishop.
Now surging like a wave cresting,
now sliding down like a fish,
with always his feet
making geomancy symbols in the sand,
recording
his wandering state.
Moses finally caught up
with him.
 
“I was wrong. God has revealed to me
that there are no rules for worship.
Say whatever
and however your loving tells you to. Your sweet blasphemy
is the truest devotion. Through you a whole world
is freed.
Loosen your tongue and don’t worry what comes out.
It’s all the Light of the Spirit.”
 
The shepherd replied,
“Moses, Moses,
I’ve gone beyond even that.
You applied the whip and my horse shied and jumped
out of itself. The Divine Nature and my human nature
came together.
Bless your scolding hand and your arm.
I can’t say what has happened.
What I’m saying now
is not my real condition. It can’t be said.”
The shepherd grew quiet.
 
When you look in a mirror,
you see yourself, not the state of the mirror.
The fluteplayer puts breath into a flute,
and who makes the music? Not the flute.
The Fluteplayer!
 
Whenever you speak praise
or thanksgiving to God, it’s always like this
dear shepherd’s simplicity.
When you eventually see
through the veils of how things really are,
you will keep saying again
and again,
“This is certainly not like we thought it was!”
 
Mathnawi II 1720-96, from This Longing: Poetry, Teaching Stories, and Selected Letters, translated by Coleman Barks and John Moyne (Putney, Vt.: Threshold Books, 1988), pp. 19-22.

I left out one line in the poem because some people will not understand it.  Also, when the shephard says that his Divine Nature and Human Nature have combined, he is merely discussing this authentic hadith:

Abu Hurayra said that the Messenger of God, may God bless him and grant him peace, said, “God Almighty said, ‘I have declared war on anyone who shows enmity to a friend of Mine. My slave does not draw near to Me with anything I love more than what I have made obligatory on him. And my slave continues to draw near to Me with superogatory actions until I love him. When I love him, I become his hearing with which he hears, his seeing with which he sees, his hand with which he strikes, and his foot with which he walks. If he were to ask Me for something, I would give it to him. If he were to ask Me for refuge, I would give him refuge.’” [al-Bukhari]

That is one of my favorite ahadeeth…ever.  MashAllah.

Form vs Meaning:

Our body is the outward form, our soul is the inner meaning.

Ritual prayer, Fiqh, and Aqeedah is the form, our love, humility, and devotion to God is the meaning.

I was trying to explain this to someone one day…and they totally missed my point…I was trying to build bridges and they probably thought I was debating because they became a bit defensive.

Instead of finding differences that separate, people are supposed to be finding similarities and expound upon that.  Why do people bicker and expound upon the small stuff?  I don’t get it…

The fact that Muslims have fragmented is really depressing.  It has come to the point where Muslims refuse to marry others based on their “belonging to Sunni…Shia…salafi…sufi..etc.”  How do you think the Prophet (pbuh) would feel if he knew that young Muslim brothers and sisters of his Ummah could not marry and sometimes even befriend each other based on these differences?  I honestly think this is sign of the end times.

However…one of my most trusted friends told me that you should marry someone who you are “spiritually compatible” with.  I will never forget it and I completely agree.  Otherwise there may be some problems as the husband and wife try to grow spiritually together.  The only problem is…how can you judge someone’s spirituality?

Experience Ensures a Deeper Meaning July 8, 2009 at 7:08 pm

Sometimes you encounter things that allow you to have a deeper understanding of Islam.  For example, due to my dad’s illness, I realized something about this hadith that I originally overlooked:

“God will say on the day of Resurrection, ‘O Son of Adam! I fell ill and you did not visit me.’ He will say, ‘O Lord, how shall I visit you when You are the Lord of the Worlds?’ He will say, ‘Did you know that My servant so-and-so had fallen ill and you did not visit him?  Did you not know that had you visited him, you would have found Me with him.’” [Muslim]

Read the last line again.  Can you imagine?  My dad lives with me.  Does that mean that Allah is closer to me now that there is an ill person in my house?  I’m amazed that this line didn’t hit me the first time I read it.  InshAllah just sitting in my dad’s presence will help me to get closer to Allah.

According to a neurologist, my dad has a disease that has no cure.  This illness has completely changed my relationship with my dad  There was a time when I could not talk to him…not because we didn’t get along…but because we didn’t clique.  There was a time when I refused to let him hug me, I felt awkward.  There was a time when I couldn’t look at his face and smile because I would remember the times that he yelled at me.  There was a time when I enjoyed being out of the house more than being in the house.

Now I can sit near my dad for hours…stare at his face for hours…smile and laugh.  Now I let him hug me whenever he wants, and I initiate hugs every day.  The first thing I usually do when I leave school now is go home to just be in his presence.  Spending time with friends have become a second priority.  I wonder if he notices because one time he was looking out into the backyard and talking about the plants, but I completely ignored the plants and just stared at my dad’s face the entire time.

My mom has her own experiences.  This illness is harder on her than it is on me.  My mom’s advice to my brother, his wife, and I is to always “be humble, patient, and kind,” because you never know when Allah might take your health away…and place you in a vulnerable state.

Humans can walk on this earth, boast, and be proud of their success and physical prowess.  But what does it amount to in the end?  In the end we become old, weak, and dependent on humans again.  We are not great except through the greatness Allah bestows on us temporarily.  And in reality this greatness all stems from Him.

There was a time when my dad used to say to others that he can pick up his entire family (which was true at the time).  My dad was always physically strong.  Now my dad is weaker and depends on my mom for a lot.  InshAllah maybe a miracle will happen and he will regain his strength…and if not then I hope that this illness is a purification for my family and that my dad feels the most ease and the least pain.  Ameen.

‘Tis shocking, but…I actually like orgo. July 1, 2009 at 10:13 am

This summer I decided to take an organic chemistry class.  EVERYONE complains about this class.  I was weak and conformed to the dominant opinion that orgo is no fun at all.

How wrong was I!

Yes, I actually enjoy my class…a lot.  But one thing is for sure…it is my teachers, my classmates, and the personalization that makes all the difference.  One: my teacher is charismatic, humble, and just awesome.  Two: I made some really great friends.  Three: The smaller class size (100-150) compared to the usual “pre-med” class size at Stony Brook (600-800) offers a close knit group in which people actually desire to help each other out rather than tear each other apart so that they can beat the average and get the A.

I’ve made a friend whose about 30 years old and has a three year old daughter.  I’ve made a friend who goes to Princeton University, another that goes to Binghamton, and another who wants to transfer to my university.  All of them have similar ambitions and drives to me…which is what made me clique well with them.  I actually look forward to going to class to see them.  Each one of them is unique and I have already learned so much about people in general just upon associating with them.  One of them wants to become a PA and work in an underdeveloped nation in Africa.  One wants to apply to pharmacy school, another is not sure but knows that she just wants to help people.  The best job in my opinion is a job where you get to serve others.  Teaching, for example, is probably the most satisfying job that exists.

The point of this post is that there is more to learning than just the subject material itself.  It’s the whole environment…the people you study with…the people you choose to learn from and share ambitions with: the people who learn the material not merely for attaining a good grade and accumulating money, but to actually help others.

Without the friends that I have made, without the friendly and caring personality of my teacher, my experience with organic chemistry would not have been a good one.  It is amazing how individuals can affect your enjoyment of learning.  No wonder people were so quick and willing to accept faith and religion when the Prophets of God (Jesus, Moses, Muhammad, peace be upon them all) lived and walked the earth.  Sometimes you need that sincere environment, and the charismatic and deep personalities that stir peoples’ hearts.  The companions of the Prophets were also charismatic and dedicated people.  Each individual-whether he/she was aware of it or not–nurtured and encouraged those around them to better themselves.  This is one reason amongst many why schools and colleges separate “honors” kids from regular students.  The honors kids will encourage one another to strive more and work harder.   The environment around you can make you and break you.

My orgo teacher is great.  He can keep me awake (and alert) for two and a half hours straight.  (This is how long the lectures are).  I seriously think that I am going to send a thank you e-mail to my professor when the semester is over.  May Allah continue to increase his teaching skills and affect all the students who learn from him.  Ameen.

The Soul as a Temptress June 30, 2009 at 12:13 pm

My good friend Jafrin sent this to me and I had to post it:

“The soul is a temptress and loves to look at beautiful forms and the eye is the guide of the heart. The heart commissions its guide to go and look to see what is there and when the eye informs it of a beautiful image it shudders out of love and desire for it. Frequently such inter-relations tire and wear down both the heart and the eye as it is said:

When you sent your eye as a guide for your heart one day, the object of sight fatigued you for you saw one over whom you had no power neither a portion or in totality, instead you had to be patient.”

~ Imam Ibn ul Qayyim al Jawziyyah, rahimullah (May God’s Mercy be upon him)

Unanswered Prayers? June 24, 2009 at 10:41 am

I have always thought about this and finally I came upon this hadith:

Abû Hurayrah relates that God’s Messenger (peace be upon him) said: “God is good and accepts nothing but what is good. Indeed, God commands the believers with what He commands the Messengers and says: ‘O Messengers! Eat of the things good and pure and work righteous deeds’ [Sûrah al-Mu’minûn: 51] and says: ‘O you who believe! Eat of the things good and pure that We have provided for you.’ [Sûrah al-Baqarah: 172]” Then he mentioned a man who had traveled on a long journey, his hair disheveled and discolored with dust. “He will raise his hands to the sky saying ‘O Lord! O Lord!’ but his food is unlawful, his drink is unlawful, and his clothing is unlawful. How then can he be answered?” [Sahîh Muslim]

How can we expect God to grant us everything we desire when we are involved in harmful activities behind the scenes? For example; interest, paying taxes that support regimes that kill innocent people, living lavishly and wasting resources when there are people in the world who are in dire need. Just because I dress appropriately, pray, fast, etc…doesn’t mean God is going to answer my prayers. People in the west need to break free from their bubbles of luxury and realize that if we want God to help us, we have to help others as well.

I think American Muslims need to wake up.   We need to serve more than we do complain.  And this is a reminder to myself first.

Multi-Dimensions in Words June 17, 2009 at 10:50 am

Someone once said, “Words only carry the significances we assign to them.”

Beautiful. Perfect.

This small quotes solves practically all conflicts in life. People love to interpret what other people mean when they use words, what we need to do is ASK the person stating the words what they actually mean. In this way we realize that the conflict is really not a conflict at all, and that both sides actually agree with one another.

This reminds me of a story that my Uncle told me when he came over to my house this weekend. He told me about a couple that was having immense problems so a Shaykh told them to sit in separate rooms and write down all the issues they had with each other, and then to write down the solutions. When they switched papers, the couple realized that a lot of the problems and solutions were identical!

Pretty funny, eh?

Therefore here is my advice: Don’t get hurt by words, most likely you have misunderstood what the person is saying.

This advice can carry on into the religious and academic world as well. Scholars of different “leanings” will bicker and criticize another person’s writings without seeking to understand what the author actually meant.

If they only talked to each other, in they end they would realize that they both have the same goal and aim, and most likely a similar understanding–probably just manifested in a slightly different way.

I will look at the beach, and my brother will look at the beach.  When we describe the beach to my mother…we will both say different things…but we intend and still retain the same image in our mind.  :)

Battle Between Heart and Mind at 10:17 am

This is the most painful battle on earth.  It seems that no matter how hard I try to reason with my heart, to tell it to stop hurting and worrying over trivial matters…it continues to resonate with pain.  I basically walk around with a random pain in my chest.  My mind is perfectly fine and I can study, but then the pain in my chest is so bothersome that I lose focus easily.  I must have some sort of spiritual disease.  Yesterday I even took a tylenol tablet, but the cause of my pain is not a medical/bodily one, its an emotional one.  I’ve had this pain once before.

My mom sent me this beautiful article on Dhikr by Shaykh Yasir Qadhi–I really liked it:

http://muslimmatters.org/2009/06/12/yasir-qadhi-khutbah-transcript-blessings-of-dhikr/

I liked the passage, “a sign of true life, a sign of spiritual life, a sign of real life is that you need the Giver of life.”

Shaykh Yasir said that dhikr will protect you from your own desires.

He also said that ‘hisnul haseen’ means protective fortress..who would have thought?  If you know me, you will understand why I get a kick out of this phrase. :)

There was one part where he said it is better to perform dhikr that the Prophet (pbuh) himself did on a daily basis, rather than the dhikr of someone else (such as a Wird).  I think it’s important to mention, that most Wirds (if not all), contain Dhikr that comes straight from the Quran and Sunnah.  For example, the Wird of Imam Al Haddad contains Dhikr from the Quran and ahadeeth*.   It was just compiled in a certain order that Imam Al Haddad wanted his students to learn and recite them in.

*ahadeeth-plural of hadith

The First Smile! June 9, 2009 at 12:53 pm

Today something rare and fortunate happened. There is a lady at my workplace who NEVER smiles. I always smile at her, but she never returns it. I just ignore it, and keep up my usual routine of smiling at all strangers. I can’t help it, sometimes I feel like a smile is glued to my face.

Today I didn’t bring my ID with me, and I forgot that I needed it to enter the bathroom. So when I tried to open the door and realized it was locked, I turned around and lo and behold!..the same lady who never smiles (or speaks to me) was smiling and waving her ID card. I was a bit shocked but was happy nevertheless.

I was so bewildered by this occurence that I had to post it. My blog is becoming more and more personal as time progresses. InshAllah I will return to posting my usual reflections.

Fi-Amanillah