(In the Name of Allah)

I walked by our dream and was saddened to find
Tears filling her eyes with a look quite resigned.
She sat in the jail where we left her behind
Trapped behind the bars of a colonized mind.

I stood and wondered how I could set her free
So I asked if she knew where they’d hidden the key.
She wiped away tears and looked over at me
With pity that I assumed it would be so easy!

She said: “Buried inside pages of distant past
With a heritage of lions, so rich and so vast
You’ll find the key with Sumayyah, when to faith she held fast
As they speared her chastity, and she breathed her last.

And it’s the finger of Bilal, the heroic black slave,
The sign of Tawhid that in their faces he’d wave
As he lay tied down in a hot desert grave
Their harming of him made him all the more brave.

And it’s the pledge of ‘Ikrimah, enemy turned warrior
Who changed his life to make the truth superior.
Khalid himself could not hold him back from more
When his pledge at Yarmuk left the Romans so sore.

It is the back with shredded flesh and torn skin
Of Ahmad bin Hambal, who refused to give in.
He answered their whips with the truth and a grin
To protect our religion, he would not let them win.

And it is the bittersweet dust of the land of Hittin,
That once engulfed the knights of Salah ad-Din
From the filth of dishonor, he made that dust clean
And for the respect of the world did he set the scene.

It was the rope around the neck of the desert’s lion
‘Umar Mukhatar, who would bow down to no Italian.
Refusing to live in a state of humiliation
His chin high to the end, with no fear of the Creation.

The rope was passed on to Sayyid’s waiting head
With one last chance for him to be spared from this dread.
And from the choicest fruits, they promised he would be fed
But his index finger led him to another door instead.

The same finger that pointed up as Malcolm X lay still
Ending a life of honor, that was one struggle uphill.
He left a life of crime, transforming himself until
He spoke bitter truth with eloquence and skill…”

She sat in the jail where we left her behind
Indeed this key will be difficult to find
But it is you if you refuse to be blind
And decide to free yourself from the colonized mind.

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More infromation about to come, insha Allah…

Muhammad, the son of Abdullah, salAllahu alayhi wa Sallam.

He ate from her breasts, he grew up in her arms fullfil with love and careness, and from her, he learned pure Arabic Language in her tribe benu Sad, where he was the best speaker. She is respected women of Ummah, Halimah as-Sadiyyah, the RasulAllah’s mother by milk.

She told us a great story about Muhammad salAllahu alayhi wa Sallam, a story about man who brought on this world  kindness, mercy, nice behaving, and pureness. You must not miss this story!

Unforgetable journey

Halimah as-Sadiyyah is talking:

“Me and my husband (al-Haris ibn Abduluzza as-Sadi) and one group of women of our tribe Benu Sad went to Mekkah to find newborn children who needed milk as food. The year was very poor and cows and sheeps were not giving not even bit of milk, the same was with the land. We had nothing. We had two old and skiny camiles who didn’t give not even a bit of milk. Me and my son were on the one camile, and my husband was on the other, older and skinner one.

Wallahi we didn’t sleep during all night because of our son’s crying. He was very hungry, the milk from my breasts was not enough to make him calm and satisfied. Our camiles were very weak and slow and because of that the people who were with us were angry saying our trip became harder because of us. After I came to Meccah looking for a baby I will feed, something really unexpected happend to me.

One boy was offered to every women, it was Muhammad, the son of Abdullah, but all women refused him because he was an orphan. We used to say: “What can we expect from a child who has no father? What can his grandfather offer us?” Two days were passed  and all women fins their babies, exept me. When we wanted to go back home I said to my husband: “I don’t want to go home without a baby which I will feed with my breasts. Don’t you see that all women found one. Wallahi I will go b ack and take that orphan and accept him” My husband replied me: “Alright, do it! Maybe Allah will bless us with him”

Then I went to his mother and I took him, and wallahi, I took him only because I couldn’t find another child.

After that, I came back to my husband, on the place where we were when we came to Meccah, and I took the child and put him near my breast so he can take it and eat. In my breast was no milk, but when he started to suck the milk came in to my breasts and he and his brother by milk, ate all long until they were satisfied. After that both of them were sleeping. Me and my husband also lay down next to them to sleep because night before we couldn’t sleep because of our son’s crying.

Big fortune because of blessed child

In that moment my husband turned arround to my old camile and he saw she has a lot of milk. He couldn’t believe what he sees, he was very suprised. He stood up and went to camile and he drank the milk and then he brought a lot of milk for me too, and after that we went to sleep with full stomachs and very happy. In the morning my husband said to me: “Halimah, you took a blessed child”

When I was leaving Meccah I stood up with a child in my arms and I sit down on camile. And then a big miracle happened, suddenly our camile was so fdast and strong and other camiles couldn’t speed up as much as she could. The other women said to me: “Wait, o Abu Zuaib’s daughter, slow down! isn’t that the old camile you came here with?” And I answered: “Yes, it is the same one!” They were shocked and saying: “Wallahi, something strange happend to her!”

After the journey, finally we came home, and there new miracles were axpecting us. Wallahi, I remember that land where our tribe, Benu Sad, lived, was so poor and dry and suddenly, there was a lot of grass and every day our sheeps ate so much and we had so much milk like nobody else could have.

The people used to say to shepherd’s: “Poor you, let your sheeps eat grass where Halimah’s sheeps eat!” So they did, but their sheeps still had no milk and ours had so much milk! A lot of fortune came into our home untill was time to stop feeding Muhammad, two years already passed.

During this two years he was stronger than other boys of his age. Then we returned him to his mother even we wanted so much that he stay with us just a little bit more, because of blessings we had with him. When I met his mother, I told her that her child is good and I asked her to leave her son with me just few more years untill he get stronger and older. I said I was afraid he might get sick because in that period illness in Meccah was intensive. Finnaly she accepted. We came back happy.

The angels took dirtyness from Muhammad’s heart

Few months later, something happened which disturbed and confused us very much. One day Muhammad went out with his brother by mulk to take care of sheeps behind our houses. Suddenly, few minutes later, the child came running and saying: “Safe my brother! Two men in white took him and opened his chess!”

My husband and I run out to Muhammad. We found him scared and stressed. My husband hugged him, and I put him on my chess and asked: “What happened son?” He said: “Two men in white came to me, they lay me down on the ground, they opened my chess and took something, I don’t know what, then they left me and went away.”

We came back home with him very disturbed. My husband turned around to me and said with tears in his eyes: “I am afraid that something is going on with this blessed child, out of our control. Give him back to his family, they will know what to do with him.”

Return to his mother Aminah

We took the boy to Meccah, to his mother’s house. When she saw us she was very suprised. She asked me: “Halimah, why did you bring Muhammad when you wanted him to be with you so much? I said: “He is stronger and older bow now, I have done everything I had to do for him, and also I am afraid something might happen to him” She said: “Tell me the truth! These are not real reasons!” She wanted me to tell her the truth so much so I told her what happened. She calm down and said: “Halimah, you was afraid that devil (shaytan) might hurt him?” I said: “Yes” She said: “Do not be afraid Halimah, shaytan could never  harm my son! Do you want me to tell you something about Muhammad?” I said: “Od course” She said: “When I found out I was pregnant, cvaring Muhammad, I had a dream that lighht came out of me and all the casttles of Bushra in Sham were lightining. And when I born him, he put his hands on the ground and looked up into the sky!” Then she said:  “No problem, leave him and go, may goodness always follow you on your way. May Allah reward you off taking care of Muhammad”

My husband and I came back home very sad and our son too, because of leaving Muhammad ibn Abdullah.”

Halimah as-Sadiyyah lived very long. She saw Muhammad as grown man, and as leader of all Arabs and as Messenger of Allah. She came to him after she accepted Islam and Qur’an. When he saw her , he was so happy and running to her he was saying: “Mother, mother..!”

He took off his shirt and put down on the ground so she can sit on it. He was trying to make her comfortable as much as he could. That day RasulAllah’s friends remember very hard with admiring.

Out of the book ‘The Women of the Prophecy’ 

From Bosnian to English: Maryam

ar Rahman – The Compassionate

ar Rahim – The Merciful

May His piece and blessings be over His slave and His Prophet Muhammad

his righteous family and his companions, and every soul that is following him

till the Day of Judgemant

As Salamu alaykum wa Rahmatullah wa Barakatuh

For a long time I have been watching and thinking, listening and reading, asking and searching but the result was always the same.

And the result is: Once you decide to use all the blessings Allah bestowed you with, and unite them on the Path of His, and to use them for the Sake of His… first thing that will happen is the indescribable sweet feeling of tranquility in your chest, and the second thing is the sunnah of fighting for spreading that feeling to others, which did not pass even the best of the best!

The weapons used for this fight are various of type, just like the warriors  them selfs are. And no matter how different our ways, we all do have only one and the same goal – the victory of Truth over falsehood, without any compromises. For ones you start to compromise with falsehood, you stepped on its side, opposing the Truth.

Many of them have compromised… many, but not all of them …

This blog will talk about those who choosed the ways of the Prophets, the ewliyya’s and the shaheed’s, be they man or women.. Who choosed to stay firm and steadfast on the side of the Truth, even if that ment offering up their Future… their Freedom… their Lives…

O, Islamic call, never will I forgett you

Nor will I ever place my wish over yours!

O, Islamic call, your light has blinded us

and your dawn and rising sun exalted you even more!

O, Islamic call, you are our glory,

and our path, despite the enemys!

Where is Abu Ubayda the trustworthy,

who opened the enemys door

with his fearless army!

Justice and good are your laws

and order and peace were taken out of your name!

Poem by Muhammed Awwad rahimahullah

May the Creator of heavens and earth bestow you with peace of Truth, Glory and Loftiness of believing in His Oneness! Amin!