I hope many people take the time to watch or listen to this lecture. It is about an hour long but so worth the time and effort. This Scholar is just so humble and close to the hearts of people. Most of all – what he says makes so much sense. Please let me know what you think after listening to this. For those who are not Muslim, there is much in this for any God fearing people. Just keep in mind what most people do not know, “Allah” is the Arabic word translation for “God” in English. Allah is not some odd unknown god, He is the same God of Abraham Issac Jacob, Noah and all other known prophets and messengers sent before. Enjoy!
2. Most of us spend our lives as if we had another one in the bank — the highest value of time is found in the stewardship of time.
3. The most important thing in our lives is what we are doing now — wasted time means wasted lives.
4. Know the true value of time — no idleness, no laziness, no procrastination, never put off till tomorrow what you can do today.
5. Time is a very precious gift of God — so precious that it’s given to us moment by moment.
6. As every thread of gold is valuable, so is every moment of time — spend it wisely.
7. Dollars cannot buy yesterday, lost time is never found — time is the most valuable thing a man can spend.
8. Time is the substance of life — when anyone asks you to give your time, they are really asking for a chunk of your life.
9. Don’t be fooled by the calendar. There are only as many days in the year as you make use of — one man gets only a week’s value out of a year while another man gets a full year’s value out of a week.
10. Have a time and place for everything, and do everything in its time and place, and you will not only accomplish more, but have far more leisure than those who are always hurrying.
11. The one who dares to waste one hour of life has not discovered the value of life.
Such a wonderful short lecture on how a believer should be truthful between himself and God
One day a man saw an old lady, stranded on the side of the road, but even in the dim light of day, he could see she needed help. So he pulled up in front of her Mercedes and got out. His Pontiac was still sputtering when he approached her. Even with the smile on his face, she was worried. No one had stopped to help for the last hour or so. Was he going to hurt her? He didn’t look safe; he looked poor and hungry.
He could see that she was frightened, standing out there in the cold. He knew how she felt. It was that chill which only fear can put in you.
He said, ‘I’m here to help you, ma’am. Why don’t you wait in the car where it’s warm? By the way, my name is Bryan Anderson.’
Well, all she had was a flat tire, but for an old lady, that was bad enough. Bryan crawled under the car looking for a place to put the jack, skinning his knuckles a time or two. Soon he was able to change the tire. But he had to get dirty and his hands hurt. As he was tightening up the lug nuts, she rolled down the window and began to talk to him. She told him that she was from St. Louis and was only just passing through. She couldn’t thank him enough for coming to her aid.
Bryan just smiled as he closed her trunk. The lady asked how much she owed him. Any amount would have been all right with her. She already imagined all the awful things that could have happened had he not stopped. Bryan never thought twice about being paid. This was not a job to him. This was helping someone in need, and God knows there were plenty, who had given him a hand in the past. He had lived his whole life that way, and it never occurred to him to act any other way. He told her that if she really wanted to pay him back, the next time she saw someone who needed help, she could give that person the assistance they needed, and Bryan added, ‘And think of me.’
He waited until she started her car and drove off. It had been a cold and depressing day, but he felt good as he headed for home, disappearing into the twilight.
A few miles down the road the lady saw a small cafe. She went in to grab a bite to eat, and take the chill off before she made the last leg of her trip home. It was a dingy looking restaurant. Outside were two old gas pumps. The whole scene was unfamiliar to her. The waitress came over and brought a clean towel to wipe her wet hair. She had a sweet smile, one that even being on her feet for the whole day couldn’t erase. The lady noticed that the waitress was nearly eight months pregnant, but she never let the strain and aches change her attitude. The old lady wondered how someone who had so little could be so giving to a stranger. Then she remembered Bryan..
After the lady finished her meal, she paid with a hundred dollar bill. The waitress quickly went to get change for her hundred dollar bill, but the old lady had slipped right out the door. She was gone by the time the waitress came back. The waitress wondered where the lady could be. Then she noticed something written on the napkin.
There were tears in her eyes when she read what the lady wrote: ‘You don’t owe me anything. I have been there too. Somebody once helped me out, the way I’m helping you. If you really want to pay me back, here is what you do: Do not let this chain of love end with you.’
Under the napkin were four more $100 bills.
Well, there were tables to clear, sugar bowls to fill, and people to serve, but the waitress made it through another day. That night when she got home from work and climbed into bed, she was thinking about the money and what the lady had written. How could the lady have known how much she and her husband needed it? With the baby due next month, it was going to be hard…. She knew how worried her husband was, and as he lay sleeping next to her, she gave him a soft kiss and whispered soft and low, ‘Everything’ s going to be all right. I love you, Bryan Anderson.’
Here is another exceptional article which shows the importance of really paying attention and showing those around us that we love them. Life is short! Take time to smell the flowers, notice the sun rise, sun set, the needs of your next door neighbors, your relatives, that lonely clerk in the office who everyone ignores and the janitor whom no one can remember his name. Although Islamicaly kissing one’s wife in public may not be condoned, this article shows the beauty of really paying attention to our loved ones and making, and keeping eye contact, listening to what someone is saying.. learning that our computer program, project or chore is not more important that a few minutes of undivided attention. Minutes pass us by like water in a river,,, it will never come back again. Do not live your life in such a way that when you are older you wish you had said, done, shown, expressed, played a board game, read a book together, taken that momentous decision that you are afraid of.. Life is risk and chances and Allah asks us to make all of our efforts a worship… Start all of our actions with Bismillah and smile at your brother,, lend that helping hand.. “Pay it Forward.”
Dont Hope– Decide!
– By Michael D. Hargrove and Bottom Line Underwriters, Inc.
While waiting to pick up a friend at the airport in Portland, Oregon, I had one of those life-changing experiences that you hear other people talk about — the kind that sneaks up on you unexpectedly. This one occurred a mere two feet away from me.
Straining to locate my friend among the passengers deplaning through the jet way, I noticed a man coming toward me carrying two light bags. He stopped right next to me to greet his family.
First he motioned to his youngest son (maybe six years old) as he laid down his bags. They gave each other a long, loving hug. As they separated enough to look in each other’s face, I heard the father say, “It’s so good to see you, son. I missed you so much!” His son smiled somewhat shyly, averted his eyes and replied softly, “Me, too, Dad!”
Then the man stood up, gazed in the eyes of his oldest son (maybe nine or ten) and while cupping his son’s face in his hands said, “You’re already quite the young man. I love you very much, Zach!” They too hugged a most loving, tender hug.
While this was happening, a baby girl (perhaps one or one-and-a-half) was squirming excitedly in her mother’s arms, never once taking her little eyes off the wonderful sight of her returning father. The man said, “Hi, baby girl!” as he gently took the child from her mother. He quickly kissed her face all over and then held her close to his chest while rocking her from side to side. The little girl instantly relaxed and simply laid her head on his shoulder, motionless in pure contentment.
After several moments, he handed his daughter to his oldest son and declared, “I’ve saved the best for last!” and proceeded to give his wife the longest, most passionate kiss I ever remember seeing. He gazed into her eyes for several seconds and then silently mouthed. “I love you so much!” They stared at each other’s eyes, beaming big smiles at one another, while holding both hands.
For an instant they reminded me of newlyweds, but I knew by the age of their kids that they couldn’t possibly be. I puzzled about it for a moment then realized how totally engrossed I was in the wonderful display of unconditional love not more than an arm’s length away from me. I suddenly felt uncomfortable, as if I was invading something sacred, but was amazed to hear my own voice nervously ask, “Wow! How long have you two been married?
“Been together fourteen years total, married twelve of those.” he replied, without breaking his gaze from his lovely wife’s face. “Well then, how long have you been away?” I asked. The man finally turned and looked at me, still beaming his joyous smile. “Two whole days!”
Two days? I was stunned. By the intensity of the greeting, I had assumed he’d been gone for at least several weeks – if not months. I know my expression betrayed me.
I said almost offhandedly, hoping to end my intrusion with some semblance of grace (and to get back to searching for my friend), “I hope my marriage is still that passionate after twelve years!”
The man suddenly stopped smiling.
He looked me straight in the eye, and with forcefulness that burned right into my soul, he told me something that left me a different person. He told me, “Don’t hope, friend… decide!” Then he flashed me his wonderful smile again, shook my hand and said, “God bless!”
by Abu Productive
The Prophet Muhammad (Peace and blessings be upon him) said: ”He whose two days (of life) are the same (making no spiritual progress) is at loss.” Whenever you read this hadeeth, you realize the importance of tracking your progress and how well you’re advancing spiritually each day to becoming a better Muslim. Such a tracking exercise can be tedious, and we tend to rely on our memories which unfortunately can be truly bias in making us feel that we’re doing far better than we actually are.
Well, today I want to show you a beautiful iPhone app that helps you achieve just that. The app allows you to record your prayers, Quran reading, charity and fasting and visualize your progress in a beautiful intuitive user interface. Oh, and it’s FREE!
What does QamarDeen do?
The concept behind QamarDeen is simple but the impact on your spiritual life is amazing. The app allows you to record your prayers, Quran reading, charity and fasting. It also allows you to visualize your progress and see how well you’re developing each day to becoming a better Muslim in those areas. This powerful ability to record and see your progress is a powerful booster to constantly improving yourself and not falling behind.
The beauty of this app is the level of detail it tries to capture in your spiritual development, e.g. For your prayers, not only does it capture your 5 daily prayers, but it even captures how ‘complete’ your prayers are, e.g. It’ll ask you if you prayed Jama’ah + Sunnahs for each prayer or simply prayed at home. You can even record when you prayed extra prayers like Dhuha or Qiyam. The app caters for sisters as well and does not penalize their spiritual progress in terms of Salah during their ‘off days’.
Moreover, the app even addresses one of the biggest objections to this type of tracking “What if other people see my progress?! I don’t want them to know I missed fajr this morning?!” No worries, QamarDeen got this sorted with a passcode lock ability so only you can access your app and track your progress.
You can see that a lot of effort and thought went into this app and the developers at BatoulApps worked extremely hard to ensure that this app delivers the result and impact intended on Muslims wordlwide. For any productiveMuslim out there with an iPhone, I highly recommend this app to keep track of how well you’re developing spiritually and ensuring that no two days are the same for you insha’Allah.
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