Your authority (wali) is God and his apostle and those who preform the prayer and pay alms (zakat) while they’re bowing (in prayer) V55 -holy Quran
Imam Ali was the only one who gave charity with a ring in the state of prostration.
Despite of the joy and love Ramadan brings, on the 21st my heart breaks.
Doubts man should ignore meanwhile preforming Salat
According to Sayyed Ali Al Sistani.
The following doubts should be ignored:
- Doubt about an act whose time of performance has already passed, like, during Ruku a person doubts as to whether he did or did not recite Surah al-Hamd,
- Doubt occurring after the Salam of prayers,
- Doubt after the time of prayers has already passed,
- Doubt of a person, who doubts too much,
- Doubt by the Imam (one who leads the congregation prayers) about the number of Rak’ats when the ma’mum (follower) is aware of the number, and similarly the doubts of the ma’mum when the Imam knows the number of Rak’ats.
- Doubt which occurs in Mustahab prayers and Namaz of Ihteya.
He, peace be on him, said: “Faith is four pillars: trust in Allah, satisfaction with Allah’s decree, submission to Allah’s command, and
entrusting (affairs) to Allah. The Righteous Servant1 said: And I entrust my affair to Allah, so Allah protected him from the evil deeds of what they had schemed. ”
Faith in Allah stands on these four pillars. When a person has them, he attains the top of faith.
Maybe I’m selfish. No, I am selfish! I always tend to think I’m the only one who suffers. Mean while others have suffered so much more. Still they have continued their lives. They didnt stood there and letted the world pass them by. They didn’t get depressed. They looked for solutions instead, they hold on the rope of hope. You don’t have to be poor or sick to suffer, you can be rich and healthy and still suffer. We all do suffer somehow. I need to except and understand this.
It’s hard to admit your mistakes, specially if you’re a stubborn person like me. I might don’t admit it publically or immdately but I always do admit at the end. I always punish myself for my mistakes, I prefer doing it in secret. I try to replace my bad deeds with good ones. I feel ashamed of myself, I cry, I ask forgiveness and then I never do it ever again. This all happens in secret just between me, myself and Allah. It has happened so many times. We all sin, thats not the problem. What hurts most when you keep reminding yourself of your pervious mistakes. It makes you feel ashamed. You start hating yourself.
I beg you
Before you go, I beg you take me with you! Don’t leave me behind, take me with you!
Bring me to the land where my father has destined to, to the land of Karbala. The illness has taken over me and my bearded heart can’t bear it anymore. They left me behind waiting for their return, a return that will never happen.
The house has become so empty and from the dark corners of my room I hear my father whisper my name.
I weep in the long lonely nights, which seem to become so endless. I beg you take me with you, don’t leave me behind!
Give me wings
I wished I could become a bird, and fly away to a very far land called Karbala. The place where I have lost my heart, the place where for my souls cries every night. Let the wind bring me to a land where the purest blood has shed. Where the angles have come down, to greet their master and show sorrow. The land called Karbala, the land where the sounds of the thirsty orphans still echoes. Bring me to place where hands have fallen. Let me cuddle AbdAllah into sleep. Let me sit side beside the grave of my beloved and weep till I drown in my own tears. Let me complain to the one who’s head was cut off, let me tell him about my heartache and about my grief.
I follow Muhammad man of all mankind, I follow the mistress of all believers, Fatima, I follow the lion of Allah, Ali, and I follow the Masters of Paradise, Hassan and Hussein.
