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Treat your Woman with respect, Because 1 day someone will do tHe same to your daughter...!!

Ways to be a good muslim husband
1. Dress up for your wife, look clean and smell good.When was the last time us men went shopping for designer pajamas? Just like the husband wants his wife to look nice for him, she also wants her husband to dress up for her too. Remember that Rasul Allah - sal Allahu alayhi wa sallam - would always start with Miswak when returning home and always loved the sweetest smells.

2. Use the cutest names for your wife. Rasul Allah - sal Allahu alayhi wa sallam - had nicknames for his wives, ones that they loved. Call your wife by the most beloved names to her, and avoid using names that hurt their feelings.

3. Don't treat her like a fly. We never think about a fly in our daily lives until it 'bugs' us. Similarly, a wife will do well all day - which brings no attention from the husband - until she does something to 'bug' him. Don't treat her like this; recognize all the good that she does and focus on that.

4. If you see wrong from your wife, try being silent and do not comment! This is one of the ways Rasul Allah - sal Allahu alayhi wa sallam - used when he would see something inappropriate from his wives - radi Allahu 'anhunn. It's a technique that few Muslim men have mastered.

5. Smile at your wife whenever you see her and embrace her often. Smiling is Sadaqah and your wife is not exempt from the Muslim Ummah. Imagine life with her constantly seeing you smiling. Remember also those Ahadith when Rasul Allah - sal Allahu alayhi wa sallam - would kiss his wife before leaving for Salah, even if he was fasting.

6. Thank her for all that she does for you. Then thank her again! Take for example a dinner at your house. She makes the food, cleans the home, and a dozen other tasks to prepare. And sometimes the only acknowledgment she receives is that there needed to be more salt in the soup. Don't let that be; thank her!

7. Ask her to write down the last ten things you did for her that made her happy. Then go and do them again. It may be hard to recognize what gives your wife pleasure. You don't have to play a guessing game, ask her and work on repeating those times in your life.

8. Don't belittle her desires. Comfort her. Sometimes the men may look down upon the requests of their wives. Rasul Allah - sal Allahu alayhi wa sallam set the example for us in an incident when Safiyyah - radi Allahu 'anha - was crying because, as she said, he had put her on a slow camel. He wiped her tears, comforted her, and brought her the camel.

9. Be humorous and Play games with your wife. Look at how Rasul Allah - sal Allahu alayhi wa sallam - would race his wife Aisha - radi Allahu 'anha - in the desert. When was the last time we did something like that?

10. Always remember the words of Allah's Messenger - sal Allahu alayhi wa sallam: "The best of you are those who treat their families the best. And I am the best amongst you to my family." Try to be the best!

In conclusion: Never forget to make Dua to Allah - azza wa jall - to make your marriage successful. And Allah ta'ala knows best !

Allah has already written the names of your spouses for you. What you need to work on is your relationship with Allah. He will send her/him to you when you’re ready In Shaa Allah. It is only a matter of time!! :)

One sister's journey to wearing hijab

“In the name of Allah, the Compassionate, the Merciful, Praise be to
Allah, Lord of the Universe, and Peace and Prayers be upon His final
Prophet and Messenger.”

Asalaam alaikum wrt wb,
The following is a true story of a sister living in Iowa in the U.S.
Wasalaam,

Asalaamualaikum wa Rahmatullahi wa Barakatuhu

MashaAllah, the first annual CZ-camp this weekend was no doubt a blast.
I have never before been surrounded by such a group of wonderful and
sincere people with so much knowledge to share in so many ways. All for
the sake of Allah (swt).

Growing up in ‘hickville,’ IA (not Iowa City), Islam was not very
prevalent and nearly unheard of by all the Caucasian, narrow-minded
residents when my family moved there. There was no Mosque in the city;
in fact the nearest one was almost 200 miles away.

In later years, I was what the ‘non-practicing’ Muslims referred to as a
‘good’ Muslim, even though that decision is left only to Allah (swt).
Until now, I have displayed modesty to what I believed to be the
fullest: long pants and such. I believed the hijaab to be every Muslim
woman’s personal journey. My personal decision had been to not wear it
until some undetermined time; sometime later in life. I made, for lack
of a better word, justifications for why I didn’t cover myself with a
hijaab. The pious Muslim women of my family in Pakistan had never worn
them, so my relatives would not accept it or would become offended or
intimidated by it. Not knowing Arabic well enough to read the Quran on
my own, I thought the head covering was part of culture or something
some scholars had made up to represent modesty. I was still representing
modesty, displayed through my clothes and actions. I feared that others
would stereotype my personality because of a cloth on my head. I didn’t
want it to define me as a person. Allah (swt) knows best.

I had in some ways been turned away from it by people (mainly some
brothers who thought they had the right to judge sisters without
hijaab), telling me to my face that this everyday-sin would by far
outweigh the good things I was doing for Allah (swt). They were forcing
it upon me, which made me reject it even more.

When my sister started observing hijaab, one woman came up me when we
were on campus and said “InshaAllah, next week I will see you wearing it
as well.” She assumed I would start wearing it as a conduct of
competition or jealousy. I didn’t want to wear it for such silly and
entirely false reasons. Alhamdolillah, I knew that one day I would
understand the hijaab, so much more than a piece of cloth to represent
modesty.

In this camp’s comfortable environment, I had the opportunity to take on
‘hijaab-in-training.’ When we arrived at camp, I put on my hijaab as I
would in any Islamic setting, such as I had done many times at the
Mosque. SubhaanAllah, I learned so much more than I had ever expected.
Wearing a hijaab was not difficult at all at the camp. It gave privacy
and hid the beauty from any looking eyes. It hid the “crown of a queen
(or princess),” as one Sheikh at the camp stated. I prayed to Allah
(swt) to give me strength to take what I learned and apply it outside
this comfort zone.

Just a few minutes before taking a final dip in the pool with the
sisters, saying last Salaams and taking on the five-hour trek back home,
I was given the opportunity. SubhaanAllah. Not just in an ordinary
location, but a town (actually village) at a level of hickishness
incomparable to even the hickville of Iowa where I spent seven years. In
this village, where 911 ceased to exist and the Harley bikers were the
diversity, I not only wore hijaab, but I experienced it.

I now realize the importance of the hijaab, especially in areas where
Muslims are underrepresented. It is not so much a symbol of modesty, as
I had thought before. Modesty comes from within and even a woman
observing hijaab can have a lack of it. However, Islam is outward and
the hijaab can be part of that outward Islam. In some ways, it will make
my life easier. InshaAllah I will never have to provide an explanation
of why I don’t want to take part in some event or activity that is
considered un-Islamic. No longer will I have to endure the nasty glares
that violate my privacy. Also, the opportunities for dawah will be
endless, InshaAllah. Above all, I will be pleasing Allah (swt).

As I know from Muslim sisters who already wear hijaab, it will be
difficult also. The stares will come, classmates may think differently
of me, and I will be a minority on the Iowa campus in this respect.
Further education could be more difficult, since engineering, which is
still predominately full of males, for some reason has not many outward
Muslims. It is Jihaad, internal and external. May Allah (swt) give me
strength to endure these challenges, and others that I may not be aware
of at this time.

I am writing these scribbled notes on the way back to home. I know I
must get this down on paper now. Alhamdolillah, just as I finish this,
the fever I had all day has just passed and we are only nine miles from
home.

Jazaakum Allahu Khair to each and every one of you at the camp for not
only taking part in the wonderful camp, but also for being a part of
such an “awesome” change in my life.

May Allah (swt) forgive me for any faults, they are entirely my own. All
praises are for Him alone.

Hopes Of A Girl – By Binth N.Deen

* Dad :- what kind of a guy you prefer?
Tell us so that later you won’t suffer.

* Girl – He should own a big bank balance.
He must own a very big palace,
It must be covered with nice gardens,
And he must be free from burdens.

He should be extremely rich.
So that he could become my perfect match.
He must have real super stars as his relations.
That should not be just illusions.

* Dad – Oh dearie where can we find such a chap?
Why did you put us in this trap?
We thought you wanted a pious man as your hub,
So that he will protect you like his rib.

Do you need pop singers and actors as his kin?
Do you think so that you can win?

* Girl – Oh my dad wait let me finish.
Don’t think my thoughts are childish.
Please listen to what I have to say.
I’m sure it will make your day.

His balance should be high in the eternal bank.
That is what truly increases his rank.
In Dunya, no matter even if he owns only a small room,
But Jannah should be the last home of my groom (In sha Allah)

Oh dad real super stars are not singers or film heroes.
They are Muttaqeen whose sins will weigh to zeroes.
In short he must be an Ideal Mu’min
Oh Ya Rab, give me such a husband. Aameen!

Why a Woman can't marry more than one Husband at the same time?(story)

In a delightful report about how Imam Abu Hanifa received his name (his original name was Numan bin Thabit bin Zuta bin Mah), an account of why the wife is forbidden to take more than one husband is recounted. 'Abu Hanifa' is an unusual name because it means 'the father of Hanifah', and Hanifah was his daughter. It was not the custom in those days to do this. Normally, the name would be 'the father of the name of a son.' How this came about is quite edifying.

One day Imam Abu Hanifa was asked a question that, for the first time in his illustrious career, he was unable to answer. The question was, "Why were women forbidden to marry more than one husband at a time?"

To make a long story short, Abu Hanifa's daughter said that she knew the answer and would solve this question if her father would make a promise to her that if she succeeded in solving this problem, he would then assure her a place in history. Abu Hanifa agreed.

So she gathered a group of women together and gave each of them a cup. Then she brought in a large bowl of milk and asked each of them to dip their cups in the milk and to fill their cups. They did so. She then asked them to pour back the milk into the bowl. They did this too. She then asked them to re-fill their cups taking back only their own milk that they had poured into the bowl.

This, obviously, was impossible to do. Hanifah had clearly demonstrated the kind of predicament that would be created if a woman had several husbands. With more than one husband, if she were to become pregnant, she would have exceptional difficulties determining who the actual father was? Identifying parentage and lineage would then be insurmountable for the offspring. Imam Abu Hanifa was so pleased with her answer that he took the name 'Abu Hanifa', 'the father of Hanifah', so his daughter did indeed earn a place in history.

A worried woman went to her gynecologist and said: 'Doctor, I have a serious problem and desperately need your help! My baby is not even 1 year old and I'm pregnant again. I don't want kids so close together. So th e doctor said: 'Ok and what do you want me to do?' She said: 'I want you to end my pregnancy, and I'm counting on your help with this.' The doctor thought for a little, and after some silence he said to the lady: 'I think I have a better solution for your problem. It's less dangerous for you too.' She smiled, thinking that the doctor was going to accept her request. Then he continued: 'You see, in order for you not to have to take care 2 babies at the same time, let's kill the one in your arms. This way, you could rest some before the other one is born. If we're going to kill one of them, it doesn't matter which one it is. There would be no risk for your body if you chose the one in your arms. The lady was horrified and said: 'No doctor! How terrible! It's a crime to kill a child! 'I agree', the doctor replied. 'But you seemed to be OK with it, so I thought maybe that was the best solution.' The doctor smiled, realizing that he had made his point. He convinced the mom that there is no difference in killing a child that's already been born and one that's still in the womb. The crime is the same! If you agree, please SHARE. Together we can help save precious lives! "Love says I sacrifice myself for the good of the other person. Abortion says I sacrifice the other person for the good of myself......

❝ Yes…Hijab is my Beauty!! ❞

What do you see when you look at me,
Do you see someone limited, or someone free,
All some people can do is just look and stare, Simply because they can’t see my hair…

Others think I am controlled and uneducated, They are so thankful that they are not me, Because they would like to remain ‘free’, Well free isn’t exactly the word I would’ve used, Describing women who are cheated on and abused,

They think that I do not have opinions or voice, They think that being hooded isn’t my choice, They think that the hood makes me look caged, That my husband or dad is totally outraged,

All they can do is look at me in fear, And in my eye there is a tear,
Not because I have been stared at or made fun of,

But because people are ignoring the One up above,
On the Day of Judgment they will be the fools,
Because they were too ashamed to play by their own rules,

Maybe the guys won’t think I am a cutie,
But at least I am filled with more inner beauty,
See I have declined from being a guy’s toy,
Because I won’t let my self be controlled by a boy,

Real men are able to appreciate my mind,
And aren’t busy looking at my behind,
Hooded girls are the ones really helping the Muslim cause,
The role that we play definitely deserves applause,

I will be recognized because I am smart and bright,
And because some people are inspired by my sight,
The smart ones are attracted by my tranquility,
In the back of their mind they wish they were me,

We have the strength to do what we think is right,
Even if it means putting up a life long fight,
You see we are not controlled by a mini skirt and tight shirt,
We are given only respect, and never treated like dirt,

So you see, we are the ones that are free and liberated,
We are not the ones that are sexually terrorized and violated,
We are the ones that are free and pure,
We’re free of standard’s that have no cure,

When people ask you how you feel about the hood,
Just sum it up by saying ‘baby its all good’..

❝ Yes…Hijab is my Beauty!! ❞

“Faith should be more beautiful than a low cut t-shirt, Having Deen should be more beautiful than tight jeans. Deen > Jeans…When you’re looking at women or women when you’re looking at men to get married, inshAllah, look at Faith first.”

♥ A woman's du'a for her future husband ♥

O Allah ! Please grant me the one..
Who will be the garment for my soul..
Who will satisfy half of my deen..
And in doing so make me whole..

Make him righteous and on your path..
In all he'll do and say..
And sprinkle water on me at tahajjud..
Reminding me to pray..

May he earn from halal sources..
And spend within his means..
May he seek Your guidance always..
To fulfill all his dreams..

May he always refer to Qur'an..
and the Sunnah as his moral guide..
May he thank and appreciate You..
For the woman at his side..

May he be conscious of his anger..
And often fast and pray..
Be charitable and sensitive..
In every possible way..

May he honor and protect me..
And guide me in this life..
And please You!
Make me worthy..
to be his loving wife..

And finally, O Allah !
Make him abundant in love and laughter..
In taqwa and sincerity..
In striving for the hereafter !

May Allah (swt) grant all the Muslim Girls with such husbands.. Aameeeen... :)

Why Should I Marry You?

Once there was a very handsome, pious, well educated young man, whose parents emphasised for him to get married. They had seen so many marriage proposals, and he had turned them all down. The parents thought it was becoming a little ridiculous or suspected that he may have someone else in mind.

However every time the parents left the girls house, the young man would always say ‘she’s not the one!’ The young man only wanted a girl who was religious and practicing, however one evening his mother arranged for him, to meet a girl, who was religious, and practicing.

On that evening, the young man, and girl, were left to talk, and ask each other questions. (As one would expect). The young man, being a gentleman that he was allowed, the lady to ask first.

The young girl asked the young man so many questions, she asked about his life, his education, his friends, his family, his habits, his hobbies, his lifestyle, his enjoyment, his pastime, his experiences, his shoe size..The young man replied to all of her questions, without tiring, and politely, with a smile the young girl took up nearly all of the time, over an hour, and felt bad, and asked the young man do you have any questions?

The young man said, it’s ok. I only have 3 questions…The young girl thought, wow, only 3 questions okay, shoot. The young man’s first question was, Who do you love the most in the world, someone who’s love nothing would ever overcome? She said, this is an easy question; my mother, he smiled.
Second question, he asked, you said that you read a lot of qur’an, could you tell me which surahs you know the meaning of? Hearing this she went red and embarrassed and said, I do not know the meaning of any yet, but I am hoping to soon insha’allah I’ve just been a bit busy. The third question the young man asked, was I have been approached for my hand in marriage, by girls that are a lot more prettier than you, why should I marry you? Hearing this the young girl was outraged, she stormed off to her parents with fury, and said I do not want to marry this man he is insulting my beauty, and intelligence. And the young man and his parents, were once again, left without an agreement of marriage.

This time, the young mans parents were really angry, and said what did you do to anger that girl, the family were so nice, and pleasant, and they were religious like you wanted. What did you ask the girl?? Tell us! The young man said, firstly I asked her, who do you love the most? she said, her mother. The parents said so, what is wrong with that?? The young man said, ‘no one, is Muslim, until he loves Allah, and his messenger (saw) more than anyone else in the world’. If a woman loves Allah and the Prophet (pbuh) more than anyone, she will love me and respect me, and stay faithful to me, because of that love, and fear for Allah (swt). And we can share this love, because this love is greater than lust for beauty. The young man said, then I asked her, you read a lot of qur’an, can you tell me the meaning of any surah? And she said no, because I haven’t had time yet. so I thought of that hadith ‘ALL humans, are dead except for those who have knowledge’ She has lived 20 years and not found ANY time, to seek knowledge, why would I marry a woman, who does not know her rights, and responsibilities, and what will she teach my children, except how to be negligent, because the woman IS the madrasa (school) and the best of teachers. And a woman who has no time for Allah, will not have time for her husband. The third question I asked her was, that a lot of girls, more prettier than her, had approached me for marriage, why should I choose you?..That is why she stormed off, getting angry. The young man’s parents said that is a horrible thing to say, why would you do such a thing, we are going back there to apologise. The young man said I said this on purpose, to test whether she could control her anger. The Prophet (saw) said ‘do not get angry, do not get angry, do not get angry’ when asked how to become pious; because anger is from Satan. If a woman cannot control her anger with a stranger she has just met,do you think she will be able to control it with her husband??


So, the moral of this story is, a marriage is based on:
Knowledge, not looks, Practice, not preaching, Forgiveness, not anger, Spiritual love, not lust And compromise.

One should look for a person who
Has love for Allah (swt) and the messenger (saw)
Has knowledge of the deen, and can act upon it.
Can control their anger
And willing to compromise.

And it goes both ways, so women seeking a man, should look for the same things.
Aisha’h RA reports “One day I was on a camel which was somewhat difficult to control and the Prophet s.a.w remarked “you must be compassionate, whenever there is compassion in something it adorns it, and when it is removed from something it disgraces it”.