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					  <title><![CDATA[The Cup and the Bowl]]></title>
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					  <description><![CDATA[The mystery of death and the sweetness of the hidden, anonymous saint who is submitted with joy to Allah.]]></description>
					  <author>no@spam.com (Daniel Abdal-Hayy Moore)</author>
					  <pubDate>Wed, 26 May 2010 22:19:25 CDT</pubDate>
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					  <title><![CDATA[smell of dunya]]></title>
					  <link>http://qisas.com/articles/330/1/smell-of-dunya/Page1.html</link>
					  <description><![CDATA[Smell of dunya

A man had passed out in a market place, a big crowd gathered around him. They were trying very  hard  to bring him back to life. they splashed water on his face, breathed to his  mouth, and tried to slap him in the face . nothing was working. 
A saintly man passing by and hearing about the incident made his way to the front and asked every one to back up. he said I know this man well and  I know what will revive him back to life. He whispered to one bystander to hurry up and bring him some Cow POPO. They rushed and brought a dried cow POPO. The saintly man passed the POPO few times by the nose of the unconscious man. To the amazement of every one present, the man came back to life and regained his consciousness.
 Now the crowd had gathered around the saintly man inquiring about this secret. He said This man cleans the public toilet he works with POPO all the time I knew that is the only thing that will revive him back to life
Moral of story: similar to the unconscious man Most humans  awake by smell of stinky dunya (i.e. food, money, etc) and do not seek life through prayer, quran, dhikr
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					  <author>no@spam.com (samad nassirnia)</author>
					  <pubDate>Tue, 11 May 2010 14:08:04 CDT</pubDate>
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					  <title><![CDATA[control your tongue]]></title>
					  <link>http://qisas.com/articles/323/1/control-your-tongue/Page1.html</link>
					  <description><![CDATA[people who talk too much are shallow]]></description>
					  <author>no@spam.com (samad nassirnia)</author>
					  <pubDate>Fri, 11 Dec 2009 12:35:20 CST</pubDate>
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					  <title><![CDATA[A New Beginning]]></title>
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					  <description><![CDATA[I walked into the doors of LS Regional High School feeling like a new person. I felt as though hundreds of eyes were fixed on me, yet it was merely my wild imagination. My heart skipped a beat and my face flushed, but these signs of nervousness disappeared as people began to say &quot;hey Aziza&quot; like any other day. My fears of being rejected vanished and I felt the same again - well not the same, for I was different; I was now a muhajabah.

Many of my friends knew I was Muslim because I was constantly asked why I wasn&#039;t eating during the month of Ramadan. I would explain to them what Ramadan was, but this was all my friends knew about Islam. I had never bothered to educate them further.

Since the last Ramadan, I had been thinking about Islam and my duties of a Muslim more than usual. I began contemplating hijab and thought to myself, &quot;I&#039;ll start hijab when I go to college.&quot; Why then? Because it would be a new environment, a new stage of my life, the start of a new beginning; it seemed like a good time to make a big change.

As Ramadan passed, I was constantly fighting a battle with myself. I was still pondering over Islam and my life in general. &quot;Four years is a long time to wait (to start hijab),&quot; I kept telling myself. I became distressed just thinking about how long four years was in reality.

I then decided I would start hijab after freshman year was over, so I had the summer to adjust. I would start sophomore year as a new person. &quot;Sophomore year,&quot; I thought to myself, &quot;that&#039;s still quite a few months away.&quot; I was still frustrated and did not want to wait so long to start hijab.

As April began, I thought to myself, &quot;I am going to do it. I am going to start hijab and nothing is stopping me!&quot;

Alhumdulillah for my open-minded teachers. I asked them if they could give me five minutes to speak to the class about what I was about to do: start hijab. They excitedly agreed with warm, encouraging smiles. In each class, I walked to the front of the room and slowly began to talk. I told them about Islam and how it is very important to me. I explained what the hijab is and why Muslim women are commanded to wear it. My peers sat listening, quietly and attentively, amazed by what I was saying. They sat in awe interested in my beliefs. Many asked questions and begged to see what I looked like with a hijab on. I happily put it on to show them. Their smiles showed they approved of it and liked it; they were happy I was going to wear hijab.

My classmates told their friends, who told their other friends, and soon the whole school knew about me starting hijab. People I didn&#039;t even know were constantly approaching me and telling me how much they appreciated what I was doing, how much they admired me, how much they supported me and how they wish they had the will power I did. All this before I even started hijab. That following Friday on April 13, 2001, I became a muhajabah for life.

The decision I made that day is one I will never regret insha&#039;Allah. Since then, despite some of the obstacles that were thrown in my path, I have been the happiest girl alive. Many other Muslim girls have told me how I&#039;ve inspired them and they wish to be more practicing. These positive comments only motivate me to work harder and become an even better Muslim, for these comments show me I am on the right path and insha&#039;Allah will stay on it. I thank Allah Subhana wa ta&#039;ala for the strength to do this, the guidance He has given me, and this personality, which has helped me have these qualities where people respect me, admire me and look up to me. And I also thank Him for giving me the mentality in which I do not care what others think; I solely care what He thinks.
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					  <author>no@spam.com (ket play)</author>
					  <pubDate>Sat, 21 Nov 2009 20:22:56 CST</pubDate>
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					  <title><![CDATA[May Allah(swt) bless her heart]]></title>
					  <link>http://qisas.com/articles/314/1/May-Allahswt-bless-her-heart/Page1.html</link>
					  <description><![CDATA[about a mother who woke up affraid from her sleep that her daughter was crying]]></description>
					  <author>no@spam.com (aisha islam)</author>
					  <pubDate>Sun, 16 Aug 2009 12:21:53 CDT</pubDate>
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					  <title><![CDATA[Hijab Sets You Free]]></title>
					  <link>http://qisas.com/articles/311/1/Hijab-Sets-You-Free/Page1.html</link>
					  <description><![CDATA[Many people see hijab as a restriction, a limitation on their freedom, but inshallah through this article we will be able to see just how much hijab sets you free.]]></description>
					  <author>no@spam.com (Saleha Hashmi)</author>
					  <pubDate>Sun, 14 Jun 2009 05:35:53 CDT</pubDate>
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					  <title><![CDATA[the precios piety]]></title>
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					  <description><![CDATA[Once long ago, a young man named Salman came to perform Hajj. He was poor and had no money for good food. So he stayed at Makkah spending much of his time in the Haram. During the day, he worked to earn his bread which he ate with Zam-Zam water.


One day while in the masjid al-Haram, he saw something glittering under the sun in the distance. &quot;What could that be?,&quot; thought Salman.

As he came closer, he found that someone had dropped their purse. When he opened it, he found an expensive necklace along with plenty of money.

&quot;I could buy a lot of nice things with all this money,&quot; Salman thought. &quot;I could buy a good house and good food with that money&quot;. But his piety spoke to him: &quot;It is haram - it&#039;s not your property&quot;.

Then Shaitan whispered to Salman to be greedy and to keep the money. Then Salman thought that he could spend some of the money and give some of the money to charity. He thought that he was doing the right thing by keeping the money.


Meanwhile, the owner of the purse came searching for it. Salman saw the owner asking people if they had seen their purse. &quot;I&#039;m a thief,&quot; thought Salman, &quot;I have the purse&quot;.

But Shaitan again whispered to him, &quot;Don&#039;t be a fool. You need this money badly&quot;. But Salman remembered the du&#039;a to say to make Shaitan go away from him;

A&#039;udhu bilAllahi min ash-shaitan ar-rajeem

I ask Allah to protect mee from the rejected Shaitan.

Salman quickly returned the purse to the owner who jumped with joy. He kissed and embraced Salman and gave him a lot of money in prize to thank him for his honesty and kindness.


But Salman returned the money saying that it was his duty as a good Muslim. The man was stunned of the piety of this young man. He embraced him again and returned with his family.


Salman continued his hard life of worship and earning halal. He collected some money and planned to return home. He bought some gifts for his parents. He sailed on a boat from Jeddah to the south. After three days at sea, there was a heavy storm, the boat hit a huge rock and the passengers had to abandon it.


Fortunately for Salman, he got hold of a plank off the broken boat and stuck to it. The waves took him to the middle of nowhere. To survive, he drank sea water and caught small fishes for food. It was horrifying to see big sharks preying on the other survivors.

Salman was scared, and prayed to Allah to save his life. After three days, the wind and tide took him near the shore. He swam until he reached the beach and walked to the nearby village.

He entered the mosque, thirsty, hungry, injured and tired. The villagers in the mosque saw the tried looking stranger, and were very kind and helpful to him.

Salman stayed in the mosque, trying to gather his strength after the ship-wreck and continued with his worship. Then he led the people in salat like an Imam and gave them sermons full of good advice and piety. He also used to help people with jobs that they needed doing, and was kind and helpful as much as he could. The people were impressed with this young pious man.


There was a rich man in the village who had a beautiful daughter named Shayma. He wanted to give her in marriage to the pious young man who would also manage his business.
One night, he came to Salman and said, &quot;You are a very loving person to me. I want you to marry my daughter.&quot;

Salman could not believe what he heard. He knew that the person was the richest man in the village. Salman kissed his head and the rich man embraced Salman. After three days, a simple nikah was arranged in the mosque and the bride came to live with him. When he entered the room he found a beautiful lady wrapped in silken clothes. She stood to welcome him.

As Salman came closer to greet his new wife, he saw something glisten under the sun. His sight was caught by the necklace Shayma was wearing. It was the same necklace which he had returned in the Haram!


Salman turned his face and fell in prostration to Allah and said, &quot;Thou Art Great. Truly, Thou never waste the reward of righteous ones.&quot;

Shayma told the whole story to her father. The next day, the father came to Salman with a key in his hand saying, &quot;This is the key of all my businesses and properties.&quot; He embraced Salman.
Piety smiled in Salman&#039;s heart and said, &quot;Will you love me not?&quot; ]]></description>
					  <author>no@spam.com (Aisha ali)</author>
					  <pubDate>Sun, 12 Apr 2009 19:54:34 CDT</pubDate>
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					  <title><![CDATA[Does my supplication make you happy?]]></title>
					  <link>http://qisas.com/articles/304/1/Does-my-supplication-make-you-happy/Page1.html</link>
					  <description><![CDATA[<strong>&#8220;Does my supplication make you happy?&#8221; <br/><br/>&#8221; Verily, there has come to you a Messenger from amongst yourselves. It grieves him that you should experience any injury or difficulty. He is anxious over you; for the believers, he is full of pity, kind, and merciful.&#8220;</strong> [at-Tawbah; 128] <br/><br/>]]></description>
					  <author>no@spam.com (Qisas Publish)</author>
					  <pubDate>Mon, 02 Mar 2009 11:06:56 CST</pubDate>
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					  <title><![CDATA[How we treat our parents!!]]></title>
					  <link>http://qisas.com/articles/303/1/How-we-treat-our-parents/Page1.html</link>
					  <description><![CDATA[hmm.]]></description>
					  <author>no@spam.com (abu zakariyah ahmad)</author>
					  <pubDate>Fri, 16 Jan 2009 18:47:56 CST</pubDate>
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					  <title><![CDATA[The Generosity]]></title>
					  <link>http://qisas.com/articles/298/1/The-Generosity/Page1.html</link>
					  <description><![CDATA[The Historical Episode of Generosity we need to reflect on.]]></description>
					  <author>no@spam.com (Muhammad Sadiq Solanki)</author>
					  <pubDate>Thu, 11 Dec 2008 17:03:31 CST</pubDate>
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