*The Official ^RAMADHAN 2010^ thread*

[Ezatullah]

Now enjoy that .... See this is how we refute losers .. Who dont have much ilm

[Mujib]

Now enjoy that .... See this is how we refute losers .. Who dont have much ilm

Don't spoil your fast with foul speech, brother. Every moment of this blessed month is precious; they will all pass quickly. Let us keep our tongues busy with dhikr. If we must speak, let us speak to benefit.

May Allah guide us to that which pleases Him.

[Haneef]

Now enjoy that .... See this is how we refute losers .. Who dont have much ilm

Personal insults do not constitute anything, shows your lack of adab, upbringing, and addressing my challenge.

[Ezatullah]

offcourse anyone who speaks against Quran and Sunnah is a loser . la shaka fee

[Dukemina]

Belated Ramadaan Mubarak!

[Saifullah]

ur a bit late

[Dukemina]

Yeah, my bad

Actually we fasted late too - Thursday! Way to go local moonsighters

[Saifullah]

where u living?

[شمله ور خراساني]

Personal insults do not constitute anything, shows your lack of adab, upbringing, and addressing my challenge.

Where was your adab when you registered on this forum just to post a silly comment challenging me over something that is a matter of fiqhi difference.

All I did was pose a question on how many rak'at people pray. I did not say that 8 rak'ah is the only option or whatever.

But I know you. You just registered here to back up your Sufi buddy, Mujib.

[Palwasha]

A few months before I was born, my dad met a stranger who was new to our small Tennessee town. From the beginning, Dad was fascinated with this enchanting newcomer, and soon invited him to live with our family. The stranger was quickly accepted and was around to welcome me into the world a few months later.

As I grew up I never questioned his place in our family. In my young mind, each member had a special niche. My brother, Yusuf, five years my senior,was my example. Samya, my younger sister, gave me an opportunity to play 'big brother' and develop the art of teasing. My parents were complementary instructors-- Mom taught me to love Allah, and Dad taught me to how to obey Him. But the stranger was our storyteller. He could weave the most fascinating tales. Adventures, mysteries and comedies were daily conversations. He could hold our whole family spell-bound for hours each evening. If I wanted to know about politics, history, or science, he knew it.

He knew about the past and seemed to understood the present. The pictures he could draw were so life like that I would often laugh or cry as I watched. He was like a friend to the whole family. He took Dad, Yusuf and me to our first major league baseball game. He was always encouraging us to see the movies and he even made arrangements to introduce us to several famous people.

The stranger was an incessant talker. Dad didn' t seem to mind-but sometimes Mom would quietly get up-- while the rest of us were enthralled with one of his stories of faraway places-- go to her room, read the Qur'aan.

I wonder now if she ever prayed that the stranger would leave. You see, my dad ruled our household with certain moral convictions. But this stranger never felt obligation to honor them. Profanity, for example, was not allowed in our house-- not from us, from our friends, or adults. Our longtime visitor,however, used occasional four letter words that burned my ears and made Dad squirm.. To my knowledge the stranger was never confronted. My dad was a teatotaler who didn't permit alcohol in his home - not even for cooking.

But the stranger felt like we needed exposure and enlightened us to other ways of life. He offered us beer and other alcoholic beverages often.

He made cigarettes look tasty, cigars manly, and pipes distinguished. He talked freely (probably too much too freely) about sex. His comments were sometimes blatant, sometimes suggestive, and generally embarrassing.

I know now that my early concepts of the man-woman relationship were influenced by the stranger.

As I look back, I believe it was Allah's Mercy that the stranger did not influence us more. Time after time he opposed the values of my parents. Yet he was seldom rebuked and never asked to leave. More than thirty years have passed since the stranger moved in with the young family on Morningside Drive.

He is not nearly so intriguing to my Dad as he was in those early years. But if I were to walk into my parents' den today, you would still see him sitting over in a corner, waiting for someone to listen to him talk and watch him draw his pictures.

His name you ask?

We called him TV.

[Haneef]

Where was your adab when you registered on this forum just to post a silly comment challenging me over something that is a matter of fiqhi difference.

All I did was pose a question on how many rak'at people pray. I did not say that 8 rak'ah is the only option or whatever.

But I know you. You just registered here to back up your Sufi buddy, Mujib.

Assumptions are haram, this is Ramadan, fear Allah. The fact that i am pashtun totally is irrelevant? :D

[Master Khan]

Today I wake up at 9:00 am....going to be a long ramazan now lol.
I usally go to sleep after fajr mooz but today I woke up early.

[Palwasha]

"You will never find the right person, if you dont let go of the wrong person"..... Similary in Ramadan, you will never improve your quality of life, if you dont recharge your soul.

[Haneef]

you are Sufi?

You are a laghmani?

[abubaker]

lol