To:~Y A S M I N~
Sat, Dec 5 at 8:53 AM
Bismillaah, wal-hamdulilaah, was-Salaatu was
Salaamu `alaa Rasoolillaah.
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Assalaamu Alaykum wa Rahmatuallahi wa Barakatuhu
'O Prophet, tell thy wives and thy daughters
and the women of the believers to draw
their cloaks close round them
[when they go abroad]
that will be better so that they may be
recognized and not annoyed.
Allah is ever Forgiving, Merciful.
{Source~ 'Qur`an' ~Surat Al-'AÄ¥zÄb~ # 33 A # 59 ~}
'And when you ask them
for anything you want ask them
from behind a screen,
that is purer for your hearts and their hearts.'
{ Source ~'Qur`an'~Surat Al-'AÄ¥zÄb~ # 33 A# 53}
*The Muslim Woman Unveiled*
You look at me and call me oppressed,
Simply because of the way I'm dressed...!
You know me not for what's inside,
You judge the clothing I wear with pride ?
My body's not for your eyes to hold,
You must speak to my mind,
not my feminine mold,
I'm an individual, I'm no man's slave,
ALLAH'S pleasure is all I crave...{!}
I have a voice so I will be heard,
for in my heart I carry HIS word,
'O ye women, wrap close your cloak,
So you won't be bothered by ignorant folk ',
Man doesn't tell me to dress this way,
It's a Law from ALLAH that I obey,
Oppressed is something I'm truly not
for liberation is what I've got,
It was given to me many centuries ago,
With the right to prosper, the right to grow,
I can climb mountains or cross the seas,
Expand my mind in all degrees,
Behind the veil I am the queen...
I have a body that no one has seen...
Many people think I am oppressed...
And wonder how I got myself into this mess...
My veil is my cure...
And makes my heart pure...
It earns me love from ALLAH my Lord...
And makes me strong against any sword...
behind my beautiful veil lies...
My savior from the temptation of guys...!
'Behind my veil,' I begin to say...
'Is where I shall forever stay'!
{'In Shaa Allah'~ 'Aameen'~}
~My 'Salaams' to all ~
... Y a s m i n ...
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'Never Despair Of The Mercy Of Allah'
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Say, 'Indeed, my Prayer, my Rites of Sacrifice,
my Living and my Dying are for ALLAH, Lord of the Worlds'.
{'Qur`an'~Surat Al-'An`am -# 6- A # 162.}
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I Want to Die With my Forehead on the Ground!
The Sunnah in my Heart, Allah on my Mind,
Qur'an on my Tongue, and Tears in my Eyes~ 'Aameen'
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Transliteration of Qur`an Ayah..
Ya ayyuha annabiyyuqul li-azwajika wabanatika wanisa-ialmu
mineena yudneena AAalayhinna min jalabeebihinna thalikaadna
an yuAArafna fala yu/thayna wakanaAllahu ghafooran raheema.
Translation...
'O Prophet! Tell thy wives and thy daughters and the
women of the believers to draw their cloaks close round them
(when they go abroad).
That will be better, so that they may be recognized and not
annoyed. Allah is ever Forgiving, Merciful.'
{Source ~'Qur`an' ~Surat Al-'AÄ¥zÄb~ # 33 A# 59 ~ }
*MY VEIL IS MY CURE*
24:30 Tell the believing men to lower their gaze, and guard their modesty. This helps them grow in character. Surely, God is Aware of
what they do.
24:31 And tell the believing women to lower their gaze, and guard their modesty. They should not show off their adornment beyond what may be decently and spontaneously apparent. Let them cover their chest area with a light covering.
The above is from our Lord, Allah, who gave His Qur'an for a reason, to guide us, but your real lord is Bukhari and all he told you is a religious obligation not authorised by Allah.
Your poem is a mixture of truth and falsehood
Which needs re-writing as it is deadwood.
Teachings are pure from Allah alone
Or in the wind you will be blown.
Bukhari et al have no Divine sanction
And on Judgement Day you will have fiery action.
Read the Qur'an, the Word of Him
Reject the fairy-tales of the ancestral whim.
The Messenger's wives must cover their bodies
But the firqa women are not Qur'anic ladies.
Your minds are veiled by the sayings of man
Oppressed but perceived not, thanks to satan.
The sword of intellect is dulled with age,
Twisted like the bone from the rib-cage.