Hadith that i wanted to share

A Hadith that i wanted to Share:


Once, the Holy Prophet pbuh came to the Masjid for prayer, when he noticed some people laughing and giggling.

He remarked, "If you remembered death, I would not see you like this. Think of your death often. Not a single day passes when the grave does not call out: ‘I am a wilderness, I am a place of dust, I am a place of worms.’

When a believer is placed in the grave, it says; ‘Welcome, it is good of you to have come to me. Of all the people walking on the Earth, I liked you the best. Now you have come in to me, you will see how I entertain you.’

It then expands as far as the occupant can see. A door from Paradise is opened for him in the grave and through this door he gets fresh and fragrant air of Paradise.

However, when a evil man is laid in the grave it says; ‘You are not welcome here. Your coming into me is very bad for you. Of all the people walking on the Earth, I disliked you the most. Now that you have been put into me, you will see how I treat you!’

It then closes upon him so much that his ribs of one side penetrate into the ribs of the other.

As many as seventy serpents are then set upon him, to keep biting him until the day of resurrection.

These serpents are so venomous that if one of them happened to spurt its venom upon the earth, not a single blade of grass would ever grow."

The Decision

The night that my aunty died, we had so many visitors..

And among them was a few Priest who were close to the family and had close ties to my grandmother and our community..

While they visited everyone sat in a circle and prayed for my aunty, they sung some christian songs and i felt so uncomfortable, i backed my self into a corner not wanting anything to do with them. They got my to join and it felt so wrong, i didnt beleive in anything they were saying, i felt like i was portraying Allah, i felt like i was sinning... How could i do this, a warning of Death has come to me, my aunty has died, i beleive in islam and yet im here with these ppl doing things that are Haraam

But i was in just shock and sorrow that i didnt have the heart to say anything.. :( I returned to my room to Read Quran, Alhdmuillah such peace came over my heart, i thought long and hard about my life, where i was and where i wanted to be....

I had to do something, i felt like i was in limbo... walking across the string of life, swaying from side to side.

What was i to do? The biggest Decision of my life was coming and i had no choice, i couldnt live life like this any more! Was i going to convert to Islam and live my life the way i wanted to and die in the State of ISlam or was i going to keep putting it off to please everyone else...

Ya Allah, help me, Guide me, Give me the strength i need to get through this. I prayed and cried so much..

By the morning time i had decided, i have to do this, i need to do this.. Allah has blessed my heart and opened my eyes to Islam to see the truth and no matter how hard it may seem all i could think about was, if i die and face my Lord and he asked my why i didnt accept islam, i couldnt say anything i had no excuse, no reason except that the Shaytan was making me think it was hard and that i didnt want to upset my family..

But will my mum hold my hard when i face my Lord, no one will, no one will answer for me or defend me.. .Im on my own and i should make this choice based on being on my own...

I sick of pleasing others, i need to do this for me...

I had decided in my heart that i will accept Islam, once my aunty is Buried and i return home im going to organise with my friend to say my shahadah inshallah..

I gave myself i time limit to when i will take this step... within the month i will be a muslim :D inshallah

An Event that changed my life forever

It had been about 2-3 months since my nephew had died and life was getting back to normal and i was still leading my second life, learning about Islam.

At this stage i knew i wanted to be a Muslim but i just couldnt find the strength to do it, i knew that it would be hard for me and my family whom i love so dearly.

I felt so alone in life, i would sleep at night and my heart would ache. But i soldiered on and put on a happy face. I prayed to God so many time, at night i would talk to Him and ask for a way out, for help, for Him to make it easy..

My Auntie Jeannie was pregnant with her fourth child, a baby girl :D its was so exciting the thought of having another baby around. It was just by chance that two of my aunties (sisters) were both due around the same time.

September, cant remember the exact date but my aunty leslie had a baby boys on the monday, then on the tuesday or wednesday my aunty jeannie had her daughter. Mashallah what an exciting time.. two babies in the family in less then a week. It was so exciting.. At the time my mum and bothers were my the coast with my aunt jeannie cause she had been really sick from this pregnancy, so my mum went to help out for the last few weeks of her pregnancy.

Im sitting in the car with my friend Ruby and my phone rings, its my mum. She tells me your aunt is being flown down to Sydney because she in a critical condition... huh said, what do u mean, i dont understand? My mum said, she ok but they want to send her to Sydney so she can get better treatment.. The baby is okay, my mum says to me. i asked is she going to be okay, my mum assured me that she will be alright but the sound of her voice wasnt assuring at all...

i didnt know what was wrong, just that it was something to do with having the baby... So my mum suggest that i call her on her mobile before she gets on to the helicopter... hhmmm okay then.

i started to tell my friend about what was going on, and we got carried away in conversation. and before i knew it, it was too late to call her... 'oh well', i thought, there is always tomorrow. Ill call her or visit her tomorrow..

I stayed out pretty late that night, till about 2:30 in the morning. My girlfriend dropped me off at my mum and step dads house which was my 2nd home after my dads house. I jumped on the computer and surfed the net which became a habit of mine..

Finally getting it off my chest

Death was on my mind............................... all the time!

I eventually went back to work and tried to get on with life!! My life! My lost life!!

I start to make some contacts via the internet, i made some penpals who were muslim, some were reverts and some were just keen on helping me learn more about Islam..

I got into contact with a lovely group of ladies, who ran a dawah (propagating Islam) group, for those interested in Islam.. They had fortnightly gatherings and sent me many books and some great links to useful site... but i still didnt have the courage to attend and make some Muslim friends, i felt embarrassed, i looked so aussie - tall, skinny and blonde lol.. i couldnt look more aussie if i wanted too haha...

(Remember: i didnt have any Muslim friends, and no one knew about what i was doing, except my friend ruby)

Eventually i had coffee with one of the sisters, she was so incredibly kind, so soft and friendly... We just talked about various topics, about her life, my life, family, religion... She was just so non-judgemental.. Mashallah! She really put my heart at ease, it felt great to finally talk to someone about how i was feeling, what i was wondering and my complicated life situation.. She was also a revert so she had so much understanding for what i was going through..

And things were left at that, we kept in contact and i kept falling more in love with Islam, With Allah and With Mohammed pbuh....

As i look back on my life i can see how so many little things, were all leading me in one direction. Everything that happened to me, physically, emotional, mentally it all drew me closer to Allah...

Alhumdiullah, Alhumduillah, Alhumduillah

Allah works in mysterious ways!!

reading reading and more reading

I remembered one time when i finally worked up the courage to walk into a book store and get a copy of the Quran and another book about Mohammed the Messanger of Islam, it was a store in the city, just one of those normal book store, they didnt have much of a selection but it was easier to buy a book there then it was to go to Lakemba and walk into one of those Islam religious book stores lol.. where the men wore they lil caps and abayas...

So i got these two books and read them, but i could see a vast difference between the authors. The book store sold books from non muslim authors and i could tell that they didnt believe in Mohammed being a Prophet and they just sounded so skeptical, where as when i read from islamic website the information was so much more detailed.. I realised that i need to get my information from good sources. So i would print books off the internet at work without anyone knowing or see what i was doing..


Now i was in the mind set, that i need to know more, just a little bit more to make up my mind.. ill just read one more book.. I loved reading about the miracle of the Quran, it made me believe so much more... its stunning that this information was there my whole life and id never came across it, no one had told me about it, not even the Muslims that i went to school with..

In my head i was like, 'wow this is a great religion, how beautiful, but how come i dont know anyone who is like these mulsims that i read about?' i questioned myself, am i reading all this information correctly, is this religion really this fair?

I read about Hijab, and about Jesus, about marriage, about death, about our purpose, about jihad and everything made so much sense....

Whats going on with me? Am i really thinking of becoming a MUSLIM?

As i was learning, i would share what id discovered with my best friend (Ruby ill call her). She was the only person who had a hint of what was going on with me.. I hide it so well from my work, family, friend and it was like i had a 2nd life.