^^^lol if that was the case i wud call myself north of london, for the time being neway 'Sunshyne'mmmm very spring like, fresh, singing birds, very relaxing but then u got a name like Rudy to bring u back down to earth and u realise yr still in winter

i hope they teach us a thing or two about investigative work!

^^ lol@the above 2 posts the paranoid guy who pretends he does'nt see you and doesnt trie to say hello, but i say hello just to make him more paranoid, the guy who is contantly talking about himself/his life/his wife/his kids/his evening/his mroning/his car/ :rolleyes:

^^^lol New Zealand Rugby Union team 'the all blacks' cos they wear, believe it or not, black shirts, black shorts and black socks, plus they are the best rugby team in the world cup!! Libaax stick to the american sports mate!

A muslimah who conductes herself in the right way (ie her iman), at all times and in all situations, ofcourse!

Ciyaal! :rolleyes:

This particular story made me think, but not about the issues they have but our issues as muslims. Do we have at least one recognised Imam world wide or even within a country, do we have a system of bringing masjids throughout our towns, cities, countries and worldwide together under one umbrella and integrating to form a strong ummah??? No we just insult eachother and are focused on bringing down our scholars instead of being geared towards establishing a common goal. Being to establish one recognised body which is representative of all muslims worldwide.

A very powerful story but its worth it, so READ IT..its very powerful...take a look : He remembered his grandmother's warning about praying on time: "My son, you shouldn't leave prayer to this late time". His grandmother's age was 70 but whenever she heard the Adhan, she got up like an arrow and performed Salah. He, however could never win over his ego to get up and pray. Whatever he did, his Salah was always the last to be offered and he prayed it quickly to get it in on time. Thinking of this, he got up and realized that there were only 15 minutes left before Salat-ul Isha. He quickly made Wudhu and performed Salat-ul Maghrib. While making Tasbih, he again remembered his grandmother and was embarrassed by how he had prayed. His grandmother prayed with such tranquility and peace. He began making Dua and went down to make Sajdah and stayed like that for a while. He had been at school all day and was tired, so tired. He awoke abruptly to the sound of noise and shouting. He was sweating profusely. He looked around. It was very crowded. Every direction he looked in was filled with people. Some stood frozen looking around, some were running left and right and some were on their knees with their heads in their hands just waiting. Pure fear and apprehension filled him as he realized where he was. His heart was about to burst. It was the Day of Judgement. When he was alive, he had heard many things about the questioning on the Day of Judgement, but that seemed so long ago. Could this be something his mind made up? No, the wait and the fear were so great that he could not have imagined this. The interrogation was still going on. He began moving frantically from people to people to ask if his name had been called. No one could answer him. All of a sudden his name was called and the crowd split into two and made a passageway for him. Two people grabbed his arms and led him forward. He walked with unknowing eyes through the crowd. The angels brought him to the center and left him there. His head was bent down and his whole life was passing in front of his eyes like a movie. He opened his eyes but saw only another world. The people were all helping others. He saw his father running from one lecture to the other, spending his wealth in the way of Islam. His mother invited guests to their house and one table was being set while the other was being cleared. He pleaded his case, "I too was always on this path. I helped others. I spread the word of Allah. I performed my Salah. I fasted in the month of Ramadan. Whatever Allah ordered us to do, I did. Whatever he ordered us not to do, I did not." He began to cry and think about how much he loved Allah. He knew that whatever he had done in life would be less than what Allah deserved and his only protector was Allah. He was sweating like never before and was shaking all over. His eyes were fixed on the scale, waiting for the final decision. At last, the decision was made. The two angels with sheets of paper in their hands, turned to the crowd. His legs felt like they were going to collapse. He closed his eyes as they began to read the names of those people who were to enter Jahannam. His name was read first. He fell on his knees and yelled that this couldn't be, "How could I go to Jahannam? I served others all my life, I spread the word of Allah to others". His eyes had become blurry and he was shaking with sweat. The two angels took him by the arms. As his feet dragged, they went through the crowd and advanced toward the blazing flames of Jahannam. He was yelling and wondered if there was any person who was going to help him. He was yelling of all the good deeds he had done, how he had helped his father, his fasts, prayers, the Qur'an that he read, he was asking if none of them would help him. The Jahannam angels continued to drag him. They had gotten closer to the Hellfire. He looked back and these were his last pleas. Had not Rasulullah [saw] said, "How clean would a person be who bathes in a river five times a day, so too does the Salah performed five times cleanse someone of their sins"? He began yelling, "My >>>prayers?my prayers?my prayers." The two angels did not stop, and they came to the edge of the abyss of Jahannam. The flames of the fire were burning his face. He looked back one last time, but his eyes were dry of hope and he had nothing left in him. One of the angels pushed him in. He found himself in the air and falling towards the flames. He had just fallen five or six feet when a hand grabbed him by the arm and pulled him back. He lifted his head and saw an old man with a long white beard. He wiped some dust off himself and asked him, "Who are you?" The old man replied, "I am your prayers". "Why are you so late! I was almost in the Fire! You rescued me at the last minute before I fell in". The old man smiled and shook his head, "You always performed me at the last minute, did you forget?" At that instant, he blinked and lifted his head from Sajdah. He was in a sweat. He listened to the voices coming from outside. He heard the adhan for Salat-ul Isha. He got up quickly and went to perform Wudhu. pass this on to ur friends and family, and maybe u can help someone open their eyes........and who knows?? maybe this is a good deed that can help you during the day of judgement....right???

Ibrahim (csws)

did u know that the french are trying to invent a 'french version' of islam, it was on news night a few weeks ago, very diturbing, basically trying to influence what is said and done in masjids thru out the country

Did you know that when u say Asalaama Calaykum and shake hands with a person for the sake of allah only, all yr past sins are forgiven?

just the mear fact of a halal sign on the door of the shop keeper telling you the food is halal is good enough, u will never be 100% sure, even in an islamic country,

come on all blacks vs the aussies that will be a heavywieght contest, may just stay up after suxur to watch it, what day is it on?

There were alot of accidents this morning, more than usual, wa inaynu illahay iyo deenta islamka iskuhidhno.

istakhfurallah

I'm doin a PHD in medicine, final year

he is a top class striker who will do well whereever he goes, wodnt mind seeing him turn for Real or Juve

Owen drops Liverpool exit hint http://news.bbc.co.uk/sport1/hi/football/teams/l/liverpool/3262649.stm i dont blame the geeza

think we will have to settle for worthington cup again. we dont take our chances, and thats where the prob is

"all i have to see is the halaal sign on the door, otherwise i stick to vegie meals". Does that answer yr q underdog??

1st of all M'dees is not a place i tend to go and eat, any fast food joint i aint sure of i dont bother eating there, if the place looks unhygeinic and i have to eat there because there is no alternative, then yeah it is that easy!

Bisinkaa logabtaa!

i actually remember the reminder on my phone ringing, which said C4, i flicked the channel and came across this gr8 programme based in Bradford where many of my former pakistani Uni pals were from. I thought that prog was very enlightening. I also read somehwere that due to our very large families (ie 6.8 children and not 2.4), by the year 2020, major cities in the UK and USA will be majority muslims. With less kafurs getting married and having kids due to their 'careers' being more important than kids. Now that i can look forward to!!

do you guys know the amount of times the iportance of eating xalaal food is mentioned in the Quran? if u did then i'm sure u will stop, next time order a Fillet meal, if that aint enough order another and so on......

Saudi is a complicated country and one post from myself will not pinpoint what and why the rulers of the country act islamically in some aspects and unislamically in others. You can say in those areas where they don not act islamically, ie education for the nationals only, that greed and pride comes into contention as they dont want the foriedners taking all the jobs and businesses etc. This leads onto the Saud family being able to control who has the highest places of authority which is also influenced by the US. The Saudis are users in respect of employing foriegners and then dumping them as and when they feel like it. Except for US and other western workers. I know many ppl and families who have worked there for years and then only to be told "we will not renew yr contract so get out". I for one dont like the Sauds with their 15000 prince and princesses spending the ppl's money all over the world while we have many muslim brothers and sisters struggling to make ends meet on the streets of our heartland. You can tell who i'm quietly supporting on this particular struggle for power. You reap what you saw, and the preverbial rewards are just beginning to bear fruit!