Posts Tagged faith

How to Eat in Islam

Read “How to Eat in Islam” by Stylish Muslimah, (The original author is Pixie of the “I Love Hishma” blog.) There are three points that I would emphasize. First, wash your hands before a meal. This is crucial to prevent disease and to promote good health. Second, if you are unsure of what a food is, you should ask. It does not hurt to ask. Why jeopardize your good deeds and your health? You need to know if the food you are eating is halal. Third, after you finish eating, rinse out your mouth. This is especially beneficial for the health of your teeth. Food particles left behind in your mouth can lead to the growth of bacteria and plaque. Read the whole article,, and put into practice. You’ll be glad that you did.


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What is Logos?

In the beginning was Reason, and Reason was with God, and Reason was God. 2 It was with God in the beginning. 3 Through it all things were made; without it nothing was made that has been made. 4 In it was life, and that life was the light of all mankind. 5 The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not overcome it. John 1:1

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Patience Means More Than Just To Wait

“There is no faith without going to the edge of disbelief.” – Anonymous

Take me up to the heights
And I will look down
I’m done with responsibilities and rights
I only want oblivion

Steeped in what you call sin
Failure on every front
I will dare to question
My turn before yours

I understand the cause of pain
The burden of choice
But what really racks my brain
Is the eons of silence

Not that I need to see your face
I long for a message
In this time and place
I need you more than ever

You were too wise to set a date
But no one said it would be so long
A world of violence and hate
Cries out for a hero

Patience means more than just to wait
It requires struggle too
Challenges of the world do not abate
When one simply does nothing

You give too much away
And our story is over
Until we’re ready for that day
Preserve the mystery

I’ll never be completely sure
The battle is in the debate
This faith and love will endure
So long as you don’t let me go

(C) Asad Jaleel Enterprises 2009

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“. . . And to God we return.”

Inna lillahi wa inna ilaihi rajioon (Indeed we belong to God and to Him we return.)

I’m hesitant to write this because I consider myself a pretty private person and I don’t want to make my personal business public, but I’m going to write this, Inshallah, because I think writing will help me deal with some feelings I have.

My grandmother (nanamama), Fareeda Khan, died Saturday night around 7:30. She died in her sleep in our house,  probably of bowel ischemia. She was eighty.

We had her janaza (Islamic funeral) today. We also buried her. In keeping with her wishes and with Islamic custom, we buried her right away. Traditionally Muslims bury their dead within three days of the passing.

Alhamdulillah, she went very peacefully, but I don’t want to focus on her death. I want to share with you something of her life, of her character, of who she was.

She was such a loving person. She had three adult children, my mother, Aisha, my aunt, Zahida, and her only son, my uncle Nasser. She loved them deeply and they loved her. And I know we all love our mothers and our children, but I want to convey the depth of this love. Every weekday, all three of her children would call my nana to say they had arrived at work safely. Every evening, Monday through Friday,  they would all call nana to say they had come home safely, except my mother because nana lived with my parents and me. She had a special relationship with each of her children. My mother was her main caretaker. My aunt was like her confidante. And my uncle was her baby, the youngest of her children. My mother, my aunt, and my uncle all chose to live in the same town, Naperville, within a few miles of each other so they could always be close. I cannot remember a single time, in my whole life, when any one of these three siblings, ever went more than a week without seeing my grandmother.  They have always worked together to make sure nanamama was happy and healthy.

She had six grandchildren – my sister Mairaj, my brother, Atif, me, and three of my cousins, Bilal, his sister Nabihah, and my other cousin, an only child, Zahra. She had a special relationship with each of her grandchildren. Some might say she had favorites, and maybe my sister was her favorite, but I prefer to think that she just loved us all but in different ways.

Her love went beyond our family. She had the most courteous manners and the most elegant way about her. I’ll give you an example. We have had some maids come to our house from time to time to tidy up. Honestly, I try to ignore them and wait until they leave. But not my nanamama. She would insist that they clean her room first and she told the maids that, even if they didn’t speak English. But she wasn’t pushy or at least, she tempered that pushiness with sweetness. Before the maids left, she would make sure they each got something to eat and drink – a coke, a samosa, or maybe some chole (spicy chick peas). She even made dua for the inventor of the microwave, whoever he/she may be, because she appreciated a quick, warm meal. She had a good sense of humor too.

She had so much piety, Mashallah (May Allah be pleased). She was very regular about her prayers. She fasted until the point where her doctors (my mom and my aunt Zahida) told her she couldn’t any more, about two years ago. She read Quran every day until her eyes made it very difficult to read, and even then, she would often recite what she had memorized. I once told her that a college friend of mine, Kamran, was a hafiz, and she was very impressed with that. In fact, she told me some times that she had faith that my generation would put Muslims on the right path.

It’s tough to lose someone like her, but I’m doing ok, Alhamdulillah. If you would like to do something for me, there are two  three suggestions I have. One – give to the refugees in Pakistan,  She mentioned towards the end how badly she felt about that. Two, recite Surah Ya Sin (36) even if all you can recite is “Ya Sin,” and when you finish ask for her to be granted Paradise.  Three, she had a favorite dua (request to God), that I would like you to recite, and it goes, “Ya Allah, make the Muslims be (true) Muslims.”

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