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Group Badr : L9lob A3mat - Ecouter et Telecharger music mp3 2011

A beautiful traditional Arabic poem describing the journey and experience of someone setting out on the path of love for God. This rendition is more recent and catchy. For those who speak Arabic, pay attention to the words - they will inspire you!

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I knew it!

I knew it!

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"Love and Respect" is an intimate dialogue with Bay Area Imam, Yassir Chadly, about the role of culture in Islam. He speaks about the importance of an Imam or religious leader having a firm grasp of the local customs of a place before giving any Fatwas or religious edicts. He explains how love and respect are pillars of the faith and that if left, "the whole house will fall and Islam will fail."

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Shaykh Abdul Basit sending peace and blessings upon the Prophet Muhammad. Wish this happened more often in mosques. Beautiful!

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Wishing to be friends is quick work, but friendship is a slow ripening fruit.

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It is said that Yahya ibn Mu’adh wrote to Abu Yazid al-Bistami:

"Here is the one who drunk from the cup of love and will never feel thirst again."

Abu Yazid responded to him:

"I am surprised at the weakness of your spiritual state! Here’s a man who has gulped down all the seas of existence, yet his mouth is agape, wanting more."

- Imam al Qushayri’s "Risalah"

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One of my favorite nasheeds. Always gets me in the right mind-set for Friday. Blessed Friday to you all!

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The Fragrance of Fatima: My Visit to a Friend of God

بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم

الحمد لله رب العالمين

والصلاة والسلام على سيدنا محمد وعلى آله وصحبه أجمهين

And the angels said, “O Mary, God has chosen you and purified you, chosen you over the women of all peoples. Mary, obey your Lord devoutly, worship, and bow in prayer with those bowing in prayer.”

(Qurʾān 3: 42-43)

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While taking a class on Islamic Spirituality at the Hartford Seminary one of my Christian classmates gave a presentation on the famous lover of God, Rābiʿa al-ʿAdawiyyah. Before starting the presentation she sincerely asked the question: “Does it seem contradictory in Islam to have a female saint?” I was shocked at the question and immediately shook my head, seeing no contradiction at all. I looked around at my fellow Muslim men and women in the class and saw some hesitation on their faces. Were they perhaps thinking that there was some sort of contradiction? I do not know for sure what was running through their minds, but it is because of my classmate’s question that I feel the need to write about my extraordinary visit to a walīyah—a female friend of God.

On September 16th, 2006 (Shaʿbān 1427 H.), in Wādī ʿAmd in Ḥaḍramawt a group of friends and I drove for a few hours to visit a special friend of God: al-Ḥubāba Ṣafīyya al-ʿAṭṭās (may God have mercy on her). We desired to seek her out because her great station with God and of her endless devotion to and love of Him, Blessed and Exalted is He, was legendary. She was discovered by a scholar of Ḥaḍramawt who had seen the Prophet Muḥammad (peace and mercy of God be upon him) in a dream. The Prophet informed the scholar of Ḥubāba Ṣafīyya and after telling the scholar where she lived, the Prophet commanded him to seek her out. Shortly thereafter, her name became well-known throughout the region, and even the most well-respected scholars sought her out to ask her for duʿāʾ.

It never really occurred to me before going to Ḥaḍramawt that there existed righteous women worth seeking out, but I learned early on that even though I was living in a very conservative society, the people there nonetheless had great respect and reverence towards women of piety and knowledge. Even though I had heard great things about Ḥubāba Ṣafīyya, I still did not really know what to expect.

After driving several hours through the Ḥaḍramawt Valley, we finally reached the small village where Ḥubāba Ṣafīyya lived. We arrived unannounced, and several children, who I later discovered were the Ḥubāba’s grandchildren (or maybe even great grandchildren, for she was over 100 years old at the time), surrounded us, immediately recognizing us as outsiders. The children ran off to tell the elders of our arrival, and it was immediately known that more people had come to seek the barakah of Ḥubāba Ṣafīyya.

We were greeted warmly by a man in his early fifties who guided us to the Ḥubāba’s house. As we walked up the hill, the excitement and anticipation in my heart began to overflow. I felt something considerable was imminent. We finally made it to the old clay house and we awaited permission to see Ḥubāba Ṣafīyya. We were graciously given sweet tea while we waited. Soon thereafter, permission was granted. As we walked towards her room, I felt a strong spiritual presence overcome me. As we entered her room, ducking our heads to enter through the door (which was quite low by Western standards), there was one of the most astounding human beings my eyes have ever seen. Ḥubāba Ṣafīyya was at such a late stage in life that she could not get up from her bed; but although she rested there weak in body—her spiritual qualities dwarfed all those present.

She was completely immersed in the remembrance of her Lord. I felt from her words and demeanor that it was as if she was standing in the Rawḍa of the Prophet’s Mosque, peace and mercy be upon him. We all lowered our heads in front of this spiritual giant and were thankful for being able to see one of God’s righteous servants. Being in her presence made us all more mindful of our Lord and increased our yearning to seek His face.

What stood out most to me was her eyes (which were a rare grayish-green color). When she looked at me, I felt that her gaze pierced my soul. She had ancient eyes that looked like they had seen more than my imagination could muster. Her eyes were filled with wisdom, knowledge, mercy, and love. I felt something within me change forever after she looked at me.

We all asked her to make duʿāʾ for us, and she gave us all hope and joy when she said, for the first time directing her words to us, saying, “You have attained your goal. You have attained your goal.” The rest of her words the entire visit were just dhikr—being completely engulfed in remembrance of her Lord.

After we left Ḥubāba Ṣafīyya’s house, we all felt changed. Her prayers and her presence gave us more than words can describe. We felt an overwhelming sense of power and mercy. Although since then I have visited many righteous men, there was something absolutely unique about Ḥubāba Ṣafīyya—what “it” is I cannot put my finger on. I was fortunate enough to visit her two more times before leaving Ḥaḍramawt, and will remember her for the rest of my life. I thank God for being able to spend time with a human being like her, and I pray to be united with her in the next life.

Al-Ḥubāba Ṣafīyya passed away in late 2007/1428. Scholars from across the Ḥaḍramawt Valley flocked to her funeral, honoring one of God’s beloved saints. May God be well pleased with her and shower her with His infinite mercy.

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Jesus and the Man Who Desired an Atom of Love

As Jesus was traveling across a plain, he saw a man who had made a retreat for himself there. It was a secluded haunt with a running natural spring and an oratory for prayer, and was surrounded by green shrubbery.

"My dear God-fearing ascetic," Jesus addressed the man, "why do you seclude yourself so?"

"Devotion has been my life-long labor," the man replied, "but my one overwhelming desire has still not been granted by God."

"And what is that?" Jesus inquired.

"To drink one draught of Divine Love," confessed the ascetic.

Jesus prayed that his desire be gratified, then rose and continued on his way. It was granted by God’s grace.

Once again, in the course of his wanderings, Jesus happened to pass by the same spot and saw that the retreat was in shambles and the sand had blown over it. The oasis had dried up and the man’s prayer-niche had crumbled to pieces.

"O Lord," Jesus petitioned, "where has this man gone? How has this place become ruined like this? Explain this tragedy to me."

"You will find him on a certain mountaintop," God revealed to Jesus, "himself a mountain of grief from head to foot."

Finding the mountain, Jesus saw the man with his lips all shriveled and his face pale and parched. Jesus was dismayed and astounded; the man appeared like a living corpse. His hair was crackling with anguish, and the desert dust played freely over his face. He was caked with dirt and blood; his eyes seemed like bottomless pits. When Jesus hailed him with greetings of peace, he received no salutation in reply.

Jesus was then confided this revelation by God: “Such was his own entreaty. He desired an atom of Love. When I gave it to him, he gave up everything. He ceased to care about himself. He was obliterated, became utterly helpless. Had I poured one atom more of My Glory upon him, he would have been shattered into a thousand pieces.”

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Portions of the blessed poem of Imam al-Busiri, al-Burda.

This man was the munshid [troubadour] of Shaykh Salih al-Ja’fari. 


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Hadith of the Week: The Beloved’s Beloved

The Messenger of God, peace and mercy of God be upon him and his family, said,

"The most beloved of people to me is ‘Aisha; and of men, her father."

[Bukhari & Muslim]

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O God bless our Master Muhammad ﷺ who opened what had been closed, and who is the Seal of what had gone before, he who makes the Truth Victorious by the Truth, the guide to Thy straight path, and bless his household as is the due of his immense position and grandeur. Amīn.— Ṣalātu’l-Fātiḥ (Prayer of the Opener).

Have a blessed Friday. May we taste the sweetness of nearness.


O God bless our Master Muhammad ﷺ who opened what had been closed, and who is the Seal of what had gone before, he who makes the Truth Victorious by the Truth, the guide to Thy straight path, and bless his household as is the due of his immense position and grandeur. Amīn.

— Ṣalātu’l-Fātiḥ (Prayer of the Opener).

Have a blessed Friday. May we taste the sweetness of nearness.