Love for Muhammad, peace be upon him…

Recently a fellow muslim fell into a situation. The muslim felt he/she was loosing his love for Rasulullah. He/she inquired help from Mufti Ebrahim Desai of AskImam.org:

Muhammad, Peace Be Upon Him

Q:

The love for my dear Prophet Muhammed (peace be upon him)is decreasing .. Sometimes my innerself says bad things and thoughts about him…I really dont know why this is happening…what is happening..Am I cursed ??

A:

The fact that you are in pain because of the bad thoughts you have is proof enough of your love for Rasulullah [sallallaahu alayhi wasallam]. Had you not had love for Rasulullah [sallallaahu alayhi wasallam], you would not have such pain. Nevertheless, you should ignore the thoughts as they are involuntary and beyond your control. They are whispers of the Shaytaan. Do not entertain such evil thoughts as they will then find its roots deep in your heart. That is what Shaytaan desires. Ignore such thoughts and simply recite, ‘Laa hawla walaa quwwata illaa billaah’.

You should obtain some reliable literature about the Seerah and character of Rasulullah [sallallaahu alayhi wasallam] and read that as much as possible. That information will fill that vacuum which is occupied by evil thoughts. It is advisable to read Ahaadith and incidents about the miracles (Mu’jizaat) performed by Rasulullah [sallallaahu alayhi wasallam]. Ponder upon scientific developments and after so much of research, some people can only go to the moon and that too for a few days with so much of fear and apprehension. 1400 years ago, Rasulullah [sallallaahu alayhi wasallam] surpassed all of that and went right to Allah above the seven heavens within a short period of the night. There is so much more. Ponder upon his beautiful face, beautiful smiling eyes, beautiful beard, beautiful walk, beautiful character and ponder the day we will meet him and he will present us with the water of Hawse-Kawthar on the plains of Hashr when the sun will be just above us and we will be extremely thirsty. That is the extent of his love for us. Ponder when he will bow down by the Arsh of Allah and beg Allah to forgive us and he will save us from Hell. How loving is our Nabi Muhammad [sallallaahu alayhi wasallam]? Why did he wake up in the middle of the night and cry ‘Yaa Ummati’ (O my Ummah, O my Ummah).

He had the choice to live like a king, why he chose to live like a slave?

1. Why did his feet swell up due to excessive worship?

2. Why should he allow himself to be hit and tortured in Taaif with his Mubaarak blood flowing from his body?

3. Why should his family suffer just because he called the people to the Oneness of Allah?

4. Why should his daughters marriages break because he propagated the Oneness of Allah?

The honesty and sincerity of our beloved Rasul [sallallaahu alayhi wasallam] was witnessed by His Sahaaba [radhiallaahu anhu] who were prepared to give their lives for him. Ah! How fortunate are the Sahaaba [radhiallaahu anhu]. No joy can overcome such joy of witnessing the Habib of Allah. Ah! Could I get that beautiful vision in this world? Oh Allah, aameen.

So great is my Habib, that Allah and His angels send Durood and salawaat upon him. There are 70,000 angels at every time by his Rawza who send Durood and Salaam upon him. Angels are appointed all around the world to carry a single durood to him. How fortunate we are to have our Durood carried by an angel and presented with our name to our beloved Habi. That brings much joy to him.

Oh Allah, send special Duroods and salawaat to Habib [sallallaahu alayhi wasallam] from Ebrahim ibn Yusuf Desai and make Habib [sallallaahu alayhi wasallam] happy on behalf of the Ummah especially at this time, Aameen Yaa Rabbal Aalameen.

and Allah Ta’ala Knows Best

Mufti Ebrahim Desai

11 Responses

  1. what a beautiful article, may Allah Ta’allah bless Mufti Ebrahim for this article.

  2. asalamalikum ya rasulallah salelahu wa alihi wasalam.
    aslamalikum to all the umaah.
    the only person i have love for is the beloved muhammad(pbuh),his generosity and tenderness pulls the heart towards his beautiful self, afterall our prophet(pbuh)is the mercy upon us,may ALLAH protect us from the evil whispers of the shaitaan and may ALLAH bless our prophet and his umaah.AMEEN.The most beautiful thing ever can happen to me is to just see a glimpse of our beloved……….alamalikum warahmatullahhi wa barakahtuh.

  3. Muhammad(P.B.U.H) is the only name who relieves the pain,after Allah

  4. Respected mufti Sahib,
    My name is Ahmad shahzad,some theft took place at my home with huge loss.The culprits have been caught and have confessed but the police is not revoring,please pray to allah.Secondly i want to perform hujj /Umrrah but short in means and courage please pry.I want to see my sweet mohammad (PBUH).Please pray.May Allah give Pakistan some chance.Please pray.If possible reply through my e-mail.

  5. Giving without reserve

    It is with reticence that I write this. I do not wish to place myself on the moral high ground, or to sermonise anyone. This chapter tries to show the truth and importance of dreaming of our Holy Prophet Muhammad (May Allah Convey His Peace and Blessings upon the Holy Messenger). These words seek to confirm that ours is a Prophet of Mercy, a Witness, and a Bearer of Good Tidings. It also aims to portray the consequence of du’aa in the Masjid al-Haram. It is moreover meant as a method of encouragement for our children to some day continue with the Prophetic Tradition of raising an orphan for the sake of Allah, The One of Unbounded Grace. So that they may by this means know that there is more to life than just prayer and fasting. And that they should give of themselves unreservedly. That they might through it also, temper their adhkaar with compassion.

    We were asleep at the Mashrabiyya Hotel in Khalid bin Walid Street in Shubayka, Makkah al-Mukarramah when, by the Mercy of Allah, I had the most beautiful dream. I saw myself standing in the holy presence of our Truthful Prophet Muhammad (May Allah Convey His Peace and Blessings upon the Holy Prophet). The appearance of the Holy Messenger of Allah matched scriptural records.
    Our Prophet (May Allah Convey His Peace and Blessings upon the Holy Messenger) was spotlessly dressed in white robes and a white turban. I stared aghast. Our Prophet stood about two meters away and faced me directly. Someone so unimaginably holy, so indescribably handsome, one will not come across. I do not have the words with which to suitably portray this most wonderful man, the Seal of the Prophets.
    I reached for my turban, embarrassed for not wearing it.
    “Leave it,” I said to myself. “You are in the Company of the Prize of creation.”
    Brilliance shone from our Guided Prophet (May Allah Convey His Peace and Blessings upon the Holy Prophet). Our Prophet (May Allah Convey His Peace and Blessings upon the Holy Prophet) smiled at me. The smile radiated light. I stood alert, too humbled to speak. I wished that the dream would last forever. The heavenly smile lasted between ten and fifteen minutes, it felt like.

    Alhamdu-lillaah. I had never considered myself deserving of such an enormous honour. This was a spiritual experience of the first magnitude. “What does that smile mean?” I asked myself over and over again. I stared at the House of Allah for extended periods, contemplating its meaning.

    Deep in thought, I barely noticed the usually persuasive central-African women selling bird-seed as I walked back and forth from the Masjid al-Haram. I was hardly aware of the Turkish female who was dealing in steel daggers at the side of the street. Two men eagerly collecting on behalf of Bosnian refugees also failed to draw my attention. I half-heard a Pakistani lad calling out the price of bottled perfume to prospective customers alongside the road. Malaysian girls trading informally with scarves only just caught my eye.

    “Unless you receive the sort of treatment that a host bestows on a guest, don’t ever think that, because you have performed the ziyaarah of the Bait-ullaah, you’ve been the guest of Allah,” my father had once counselled me.
    A similar comment from my uncle, Haji Suleiman, I had further recollected. He had said to me: “Die persoon was Makkah toe – vra vir hom wat het hy gekry.” This rendered into English, says: “The person has been to Mecca – ask him what he had received [there].”
    I considered his observation a bit harsh then, but now the force of his remark was bearing home on me. He knew what he was talking about. For “’Ammie Haji” it had happened very quickly. Aged twenty-five on his first Haj in 1949, Haji Suleiman had landed inside the Holy Ka’aba when someone lifted him head-high and tossed him over the 2.25 metre high threshold of the Bait-ullaah. “Did you not get hurt?” I inquired further. “No!” he responded excitedly. “I was young and fit and had landed on my feet,” he continued proudly. Once over the doorsill, he did not have too far to fall, as the inside floor was 2.2 meters from the ground.
    ’Ammie Haji performed two cycles of discretionary salawaat once inside. Till his dying day, he wondered who had done him the good turn.

    Every Muslim who had walked on the holy soil had the potential for such an experience, I realised. Such incidents might have been more prevalent than was ordinarily heard of, I thought. I had for a long time suspected that at least some pilgrims who repeatedly visited the Holy Land, apart from drawing from its built-in holiness, did not preclude themselves from offerings of this nature. It would be silly to think that parallels could not be drawn with Madinah in occurrences of this kind. It would also have been reasonable to expect wondrous incidents of this nature to occur in Jerusalem, the City of the Farthest Mosque, as the major Middle Eastern religions agreed on the sanctity of this city. Thinking that this sort of happening was in any way unique to myself, was ludicrous.

    Part of my da’waat in the Holy Mosque in Mecca, was to ask Allah, The One Who Makes Clear to us His signs so that we may be grateful, to Grant to ourselves the opportunity and blessings of raising an orphan for His sake.

    Having the money with which to afford to go on Haj has always been its first consideration. There were many people who had performed the Holy Pilgrimage more often than I. With regard to my parting from the Holy City, though, I had received a fascinating send-off.

    My wife and I had, over a number of years, tried to adopt a baby by applying at several local agencies, and were given all sorts of excuses which disqualified, and sometimes discouraged us. Reasons given were that we were not married according to South African law, that few babies from local Muslim parents came up for adoption, and the fact that we have children of our own. We were also faced with, what was to my mind, the worse aspect of the South African race laws. These regulations and those administering it, in this case, the social workers, prescribed that a ‘brown’ orphaned child had to be matched with ‘brown’ adoptive parents. A ‘yellow’ baby could only be placed with prospective ‘yellow’ adoptive parents, a ‘white’ orphan could not be raised by ‘black’ adoptive parents, and so on. They played dominoes with human lives. Some social workers were more ready to read the ‘race act’ than others. In an interview and in response to a question on whether we would mind adopting a child from a ‘lower rung’ of the colour scale, I told them that “a nice green one would do.” A jab to my ribs from my wife quickly halted the acid flow down the sides of my mouth. Stirring the ire of our then masters by criticising their political beliefs would not help, she meant. “When the white boss tells a joke, and regardless of its lack of humour – laugh!” she chided me later. Race inequalities existing at the time ensured that hundreds of black orphans went begging in more ways than one. It virtually excluded us from adopting a child. No orphans that matched our race and blood mix were on offer and they weren’t likely to easily present themselves for adoption, we were told. My wife is of Indian (as in “Indian” from India, as opposed to “American” Indian) stock and I am of (well) mixed blood.

    On the morning of Wednesday, 1st June 1994, just three days after arriving back home from Haj, we received a telephone call from Melanie Van Emmenes of the Child Welfare Society. She explained that a five-month old girl had come up for adoption. The baby had earlier undergone successful abdominal surgery and she asked whether we would adopt the child. We jumped at the chance.

    A rush of adrenaline replaced the after-effects of travel. We were rejuvenated. Capetonians usually visit local pilgrims before departure and also on their arrival back home. We excused ourselves from the few visitors and asked my mother-in-law to host them in our absence. My wife and I immediately went to the Adoption Centre in Eden Road, Claremont. We signed the necessary papers.

    Afterwards, we told our children that we were about to receive an addition to the family. We plodded through a maze of red tape in order to legalise the process. (My wife and I had to marry in court because Muslim marriages were not recognised then, believe it or not). A few days later, my wife, brother and I collected the petite infant from a foster-mother in Newfields Estate. I shall never forget the joyous feeling when I first carried the frail waif past the front door. Her name is Makkia. We named her after the great city from which we had just returned.

    Taking her into our home is one of the better things that we have done. Makkia has added a marvellous dimension to our lives. She is part of our life’s-work. I shall always be grateful to the people who had assisted us with the adoption.

    An adopted child is conceived in the soul of the adoptive parent. Raising an orphan means giving from the innermost recesses of one’s heart. When a child is orphaned, we cry. God cries more.

    The meaning behind the glowing smile from our Trustworthy Prophet Muhammad (May Allah Convey His Peace and Blessings upon the Holy Prophet) had played itself out in the most delightful way. My dream shows our Prophet’s level of awareness and highlights his profound love for orphans and how kindly he looks on raising an orphan. It demonstrates that raising an orphan is an immensity before God. In our Prophet (May Allah Convey His Peace and Blessings upon the Holy Prophet) we have a beautiful pattern of conduct. Our Affectionate Prophet Muhammad, also, had raised an orphan. Like a lamp that spreads light, the Messenger of Allah invites to the Grace of Allah by His leave. Our Divinely-inspired Prophet is the first of the God-fearing. No person is better than him. Our Prophet Muhammad is the leader of the prophets. He is without sin. Our Prophet (May Allah Convey His Peace and Blessings upon the Holy Messenger) is faultless and the foremost of those who submit to the Will of Allah. An exemplar to those who worship God, our Kind-hearted Prophet Muhammad (May Allah Convey His Peace and Blessings upon the Holy Prophet) is the beacon of the pious. He is an inspiration to those who are thankful to God and the leader of those who remember Allah. How should I express gratitude to the Holy Messenger of Allah for his kind intervention? I am unworthy of untying the thongs of our Prophet’s sandals.

    May Allah, The One Who Befriends the righteous, Send His Richest Peace and Blessings Upon our Holy Prophet Muhammad and On his family and companions, as much and as often as Allah Wills.

    Allah, The One Who Is Sufficient For those who put their trust in Him, Had Granted our want through the barakah of our Beloved Prophet Muhammad (May Allah Convey His Peace and Blessings upon the Holy Prophet).

    I’ve been fairly constant about wearing a turban during ’ibaadah since.

  6. Assalamualaikum….hello my dear brother and sister…i’m much concern about all of your love for the Prophet SAW and alhamdulillah wa syukran Ya Nabi! Allah and the Prophet have give you all the hidayah. If you want to know more about The Prophet SAW you can search this book called “as-shifa” written by Imam Qadi Iyad, an Imam who lived during the Gold Age of Islam…He wrote many things about the specialities of The Prophet SAW….The PRophet SAW says, “My Life is good for you, you can speak to me and I can speak to you, and my death is also good for you for all of your deeds are shown to me, for when I see good deed I will praise Allah but when I see a bad deed,I will ask forgiveness to Allah on behalf of him” (from imam al haitsami narraed from imam al bazzar)

  7. what is mean is that The Prophet is still alive and he SAW knows wat we are doing and when he see our bad deeds he will ask forgiveness to Allah for that person…this is to show how our beloved Prophet SAW really love us as his ummah and always make your selawat upon him ad make supplication to Allah to make your heart fill of love for The Prophet SAW insyaAllah you will feel te sweetness of loving The Prophet SAW!insyaAllah

  8. Assalam wa alaikum……today iam so happy as it is the Prophet’s birthday tomorrow and this websitehas taught me so much and may Allah bless all of you!!
    May Allah guide you to the right path.
    Jazaak Allah Khayr

  9. Thanks for wonderful advise. May Allah the one and only Almighty God gives your Janah.

  10. Posted by Ali Khalaf
    HOW A MUSLIM WIFE SHOULD BEHAVE AFTER SPOUSAL WHIPPING

    8/31/2012

    Allah has ordered muslim husband to beat the …. out of his wife (word used is scourge, meaning whip) for in- subordination. Thus when a kinky husband demands sex from his wife on a camel’s back and she refuses it , he is allowed to flog her like a slave ..

    After getting beaten up , should the Muslim wife call the cops like infidel women? No way, not a Muslima. What should, then, be the reaction of the beaten up Muslim wife with bloody butts ? She must promise her husband never to displease him again , disrobe and immediately offer herself .

    Here is a top Islamic authority who also gives the example of our Prophet beating up his favourite child wife Ayesha for spying on him and the duty of a beaten up wife.

    http://www.memri.org/clip/en/0/0/0/0/0/0/3554.htm

    But Islam is a religion of extreme compassion. Here is a hadith regarding this situation where a wife with bloody buttocks is allowed some healing time .

    Here is the famous hadith:

    Bukhari Volume 7, Book 62, Number 132:
    The Prophet said, “None of you should flog his wife as he flogs a slave and then have sexual intercourse with her in the last part of the day.”

    This order of our Prophet further proves the truth of quranic verse that Mohammad was sent as a mercy to all creatures (including wives flogged for subordination)..

  11. I just couldn’t leave your site before suggesting that I really enjoyed
    the usual info an individual provide for your visitors? Is going to be back incessantly in order to inspect new posts

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: