llah ٱللَّه
Lord رَب
Earth أَرْض
Nation قَوْم
Every كُل
Messenger رَسُول
Day يَوْم
Punishment عَذَاب
Sky سَمَآء
Soul نَفْس
Thing شَىْء
Book كِتَاب
Truth حَق
People نَاس
Monday, 28 October 2013
~ Arabic words in the Qur'an ~ (Week 2)
Most common words from Qur'an. Read, Understand & Memorise. Level 2.
Under تَحْتَ
Above فَوْقَ
Before قَبْلَ
After ﺑَﻌدَ
Between بَيْنَ
Besides دُونَ
Near عِنْدَ
Right يَمِيْنْ
Left شِمَالْ
Under تَحْتَ
Above فَوْقَ
Before قَبْلَ
After ﺑَﻌدَ
Between بَيْنَ
Besides دُونَ
Near عِنْدَ
Right يَمِيْنْ
Left شِمَالْ
~ Arabic Words In The Qur'an ~ (Week 1)
Assalaamu Alaykum Warahmatullahi Wabarakatuhu,
Here are a bunch of terms for week 1 InshaAllah. Please do try your best to learn and share with others to maximise the benefit.
from من
or أم
in في
this (male) هَذَا
this (female) هَـذِهِ
these هَـؤُلآءِ
that (male) ذَلِكَ
that (female) تِلْكَ
those أُولَئِكَ
who (male) اَلَّذِىْ
who (female) اَلَّتِىْ
those who اَلَّذِيْنَ
A Believers Garden
Winter.
The season which a believer welcomes,
A welcome of warmth and splendour.
A welcome of warmth and splendour.
It’s a season so special,
Distinct from the rest,
In it lies hidden jewels,
So easy to extract.
The rewards are easily attained,
Fasting throughout the short days -
Praying and repenting deep in the night.
Distinct from the rest,
In it lies hidden jewels,
So easy to extract.
The rewards are easily attained,
Fasting throughout the short days -
Praying and repenting deep in the night.
Reflecting on the beauty lying within the clouds so white,
It’s a moment of wonder when the snow drops fall,
A miracle of Allah comes down so soft,
It’s a moment of wonder when the snow drops fall,
A miracle of Allah comes down so soft,
No two flakes are the same,
Each unique in its delicate pattern.
Each unique in its delicate pattern.
And then the gushing rain,
And the pitter patters on the roof tops,
The thunder and lighting,
A reminder to Praise your Lord,
Fog and icy roads and the chilling breeze of the wind,
A season full of signs, full of miracles –
A manifestation of the greatness of Allah,
His power and precision of His striking designs.
And the pitter patters on the roof tops,
The thunder and lighting,
A reminder to Praise your Lord,
Fog and icy roads and the chilling breeze of the wind,
A season full of signs, full of miracles –
A manifestation of the greatness of Allah,
His power and precision of His striking designs.
So welcome, O winter -
A believer’s garden,
Full of reaping fruits,
How easily reward can be attained,
And how generous is our Lord,
Who out of His Mercy provided us with a season,
To regain our reward!
And to draw closer to Him.
A believer’s garden,
Full of reaping fruits,
How easily reward can be attained,
And how generous is our Lord,
Who out of His Mercy provided us with a season,
To regain our reward!
And to draw closer to Him.
Tuesday, 15 October 2013
He will open a way. [A mini memoir]
Assalaamu Alaykum Warahmatullahi Wabarakatuhu,
Hope you all had/are having a fantastic Eid InshaAllah! May Allah accept from us and you.
My Eid has Alhamdulilah been a great one. It's been nice spending quality time with family, friends and relatives, eating, chit-chatting, and of course watching the hujjaj in Makkah and then moaning about how much we want to be there lol.
We also took a trip to Wilmslow Rd in Manchester for a meal with the family. Was quite a unique trip and I'll tell you why...
We arrived at Manchester and began to search for this famous 'Wilmslow Rd', apprantly, my dad can never find it, whenever he goes he always gets lost, and this time the Tom Tom was doing our heading which wasn't helping. So we were spending ages, searching for this road and it was fastly approaching Maghrib. We had no idea what we were doing and where we were going.
When we finally arrived after getting lost in side streets and what not - it was around quarter to seven or just before, and the clock was ticking. We were in panic mode!
It was near to impossible for us to find an empty spot on that busy road to get a prayer mat out and start praying and so we decided to find a restaurant that had a room in which we could pray. But which restaurant do we choose?! There's like a million! Anyway, at this point we were like in rush mode and couldn't find a spot to pray. (There was police everywhere and we knew we'd be moved for sure). We could also have combined if we classed ourself as travellers but we decided we wanted to pray right then. And then mum randomly pointed out a restaurant amongst them all and said 'Let's try that.' We got there, and surprisingly a man was standing outside, (who I believe was the manager) and he welcomed us in, in such a nice, pleasant and welcoming manner. We asked about prayer facilities and he said he'd provide us with a room so we could pray.
Alhamdulilah!
So we were provided with a room to pray, a place to make Wudhu and Alhamdulilah we got to pray our Maghrib. After Salaah, my mum turned to me with tears in her eyes, "SubhanAllah, it's amazing that when you have the intention, Allah will open ways."
You're right mum, I honestly feel the same way...
And that's it! When you make the intention for something, Allah will for sure, no doubt, open a way. Time was ticking, yet we never gave up in looking for a prayer spot. Such a small example but the lesson here could be applied to all the other struggles and wants we have in life.
Don't ever give up. Just know that you've made the niyyah, you've knocked at His door, He surely will open - just be patient. :)
And that kinda gave me hope in every other thing I want to do in life, that I have made the intention for. I told myself, Look Madiyah, you've made the intention, you've asked Allah, now await His answer. He will open doors.
I love how Allah reminds me though daily life experiences.
That's just a small memoir from me to you!
May Allah grant us tawfeeq and keep us steadfast, Ameen.
Sunday, 13 October 2013
::: Arabic words in the Qur'an :::
Assalaamu Alaykum Warahmatullahi Wabarakatuhu,
So, I've recently started taking Arabic classes through my local college. Although, it's more 'Amiyah (slang/street Arabic) that I'm being taught, I decided to continue the classes as I believe it's a good way to kickstart my Arabic learning. I must say, that so far it's going amazing. I guess learning a new language is always fun right? :) In addition to that, our Arabic teacher kindly decided to give us an extra lesson where we study Arabic in the Qur'an. Alongside that, I also bought the 'Word-to-word' Arabic book which is an excellent book I recommend you all save up for and buy InshaAllah. I got it as a gift a few years ago from my parents, and only started to put it to use now and it's really helped with my understanding of the Qur'an.
Anyway, I'm hoping this is just a start of my 'learning the Arabic language' journey, I hope to soon study Fusha (classical/Qur'anic) Arabic and in a lot of depth, bi'thnillah.
For now though, I am so eager to share with you all what I've learnt, but just to start off, I decided that I should share some Arabic terms with you that are commonly used in the Qur'an. Think that would be more beneficial and will help you in your understanding of the Qur'an. I'll post some terms regularly, perhaps weekly, so it'll give you enough time to learn them, understand them and also memorise them, InshaAllah. How does that sound? :)
- Watch this space! :)
So, I've recently started taking Arabic classes through my local college. Although, it's more 'Amiyah (slang/street Arabic) that I'm being taught, I decided to continue the classes as I believe it's a good way to kickstart my Arabic learning. I must say, that so far it's going amazing. I guess learning a new language is always fun right? :) In addition to that, our Arabic teacher kindly decided to give us an extra lesson where we study Arabic in the Qur'an. Alongside that, I also bought the 'Word-to-word' Arabic book which is an excellent book I recommend you all save up for and buy InshaAllah. I got it as a gift a few years ago from my parents, and only started to put it to use now and it's really helped with my understanding of the Qur'an.
For now though, I am so eager to share with you all what I've learnt, but just to start off, I decided that I should share some Arabic terms with you that are commonly used in the Qur'an. Think that would be more beneficial and will help you in your understanding of the Qur'an. I'll post some terms regularly, perhaps weekly, so it'll give you enough time to learn them, understand them and also memorise them, InshaAllah. How does that sound? :)
- Watch this space! :)
Saturday, 12 October 2013
Hajj: A Humbled Heart [Poem]
It's that time of the year again. Hajj.
The time where millions gather to embark on this spectacular journey of a lifetime. It's also that time of the year again, where the nostalgic feeling begins to kick in. Your newsfeed is filled with live updates and pictures about what is happening in the blessed land of Makkah and your heart longs to visit.
I've never performed Hajj before and am eagerly awaiting the day I am invited to embark on this spritiually boosting journey of a lifetime. But I must admit, every year, every Hajj, I cannot explain how I feel part of this wonderful journey. The buzz, the atmosphere, the spirit within my own home is alive and kicking, Alhamdulilah - just like it is in the month of Ramadhan.
I wrote a poem related to Hajj and how I imagine the experience. Thought, it won't do justice, it may just give you a small insight into a pilgrim's thought.
Here I was, wearing my two peices of white cloth,
Unsewn, simple, draped over my burning body.
Around me were worshippers,
Of all colours and ethinicity,
Some sitting, others bowing,
But every individual -
Was preparing,
For this once in a lifetime journey.
The soft whispers of Istighfaar echoed in my heart,
As I poured a glass of zam-zam,
Before setting off to a place,
Where millions would gather,
A tent would be my home,
I thought -
As I recalled my five bedroom terrace I had left behind.
But to me, everything,
Seemed worthless, temporary,
And insignificant,
In light of what I was about to face.
The sun shone down at the millions of worshippers,
One step...
And I'd collide with a worshipper in front of me,
My own concious told me,
To remain patient,
And silent,
When faced with argumentive people,
When faced with pushing and shoving,
And so,
It only increased me in strength.
And piety.
Humbled by another sleepless night,
I walked further,
Arafah.
Arafah?
Yes, here I was,
Standing on the plains of Arafah,
Around me,
People begging, crying, weeping, asking,
Calling, yearning and pleading,
to Allah.
The sounds of Dhikr eneveloped me,
As I stood to ask Allah.
The sky began to darken,
The daylight began to dissappear,
The orange sky began to become visible,
Far in the horizon.
Laying on the plains of Muzdalifah,
The sky was my only roof,
The rocky ground caused me to feel uncomortable,
But then I remembered my grave,
What deeds will I take with me?
O Allah, please, please forgive me!
Pelting stones at the shaytaan,
A sense of anger builds up inside me,
Towards my lethal enemy,
Who only wants me to stray,
But no,
As I throw,
I throw him out of my life,
Out of my way.
As he only wants me to stray.
Tired, drained and feeling weak,
But my heart is stronger than ever,
My Imaan is higher than I thought it would ever be,
My faith firm than a firmly rooted tree,
I can only praise and thank Allah,
For an experience that has only bettered me,
As I perform my final tawaaf,
As I perform my sacrfice on this blessed day,
And as I make my way to leave,
What you call an incredible journey,
I can only cry, cry that now it's all over,
but cry,
because my only wish as I leave,
Is that I return to my homeland,
As a new,
born,
baby.
The time where millions gather to embark on this spectacular journey of a lifetime. It's also that time of the year again, where the nostalgic feeling begins to kick in. Your newsfeed is filled with live updates and pictures about what is happening in the blessed land of Makkah and your heart longs to visit.
I've never performed Hajj before and am eagerly awaiting the day I am invited to embark on this spritiually boosting journey of a lifetime. But I must admit, every year, every Hajj, I cannot explain how I feel part of this wonderful journey. The buzz, the atmosphere, the spirit within my own home is alive and kicking, Alhamdulilah - just like it is in the month of Ramadhan.
I wrote a poem related to Hajj and how I imagine the experience. Thought, it won't do justice, it may just give you a small insight into a pilgrim's thought.
Here I was, wearing my two peices of white cloth,
Unsewn, simple, draped over my burning body.
Around me were worshippers,
Of all colours and ethinicity,
Some sitting, others bowing,
But every individual -
Was preparing,
For this once in a lifetime journey.
The soft whispers of Istighfaar echoed in my heart,
As I poured a glass of zam-zam,
Before setting off to a place,
Where millions would gather,
A tent would be my home,
I thought -
As I recalled my five bedroom terrace I had left behind.
But to me, everything,
Seemed worthless, temporary,
And insignificant,
In light of what I was about to face.
The sun shone down at the millions of worshippers,
One step...
And I'd collide with a worshipper in front of me,
My own concious told me,
To remain patient,
And silent,
When faced with argumentive people,
When faced with pushing and shoving,
And so,
It only increased me in strength.
And piety.
Humbled by another sleepless night,
I walked further,
Arafah.
Arafah?
Yes, here I was,
Standing on the plains of Arafah,
Around me,
People begging, crying, weeping, asking,
Calling, yearning and pleading,
to Allah.
The sounds of Dhikr eneveloped me,
As I stood to ask Allah.
The sky began to darken,
The daylight began to dissappear,
The orange sky began to become visible,
Far in the horizon.
Laying on the plains of Muzdalifah,
The sky was my only roof,
The rocky ground caused me to feel uncomortable,
But then I remembered my grave,
What deeds will I take with me?
O Allah, please, please forgive me!
Pelting stones at the shaytaan,
A sense of anger builds up inside me,
Towards my lethal enemy,
Who only wants me to stray,
But no,
As I throw,
I throw him out of my life,
Out of my way.
As he only wants me to stray.
Tired, drained and feeling weak,
But my heart is stronger than ever,
My Imaan is higher than I thought it would ever be,
My faith firm than a firmly rooted tree,
I can only praise and thank Allah,
For an experience that has only bettered me,
As I perform my final tawaaf,
As I perform my sacrfice on this blessed day,
And as I make my way to leave,
What you call an incredible journey,
I can only cry, cry that now it's all over,
but cry,
because my only wish as I leave,
Is that I return to my homeland,
As a new,
born,
baby.
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