Allah Will Quotes

What has he found who has lost God? And what has he lost who has found God?

There is no God but Allah and Muhammad is the Messenger of Allah.

When you have friends, don’t expect your friends to fill your emptiness. When you get married, don’t expect your spouse to fulfill your every need. When you’re an activist, don’t put your hope in the results. When you’re in trouble don’t depend on yourself. Don’t depend on people. Depend on Allah.

We are nearer to him than his jugular vein.

kebahagiaan adalah kesetiaan.. setia atas indahnya merasa cukup.. setia atas indahnya berbagi.. setia atas indahnya ketulusan berbuat baik..

Penderitaan yang sesungguhnya adalah ketika kamu kehilangan kepercayaan diri dan harapan. Ketika Allah tak ada dalam tujuan hidupmu

Because here's something else that's weird but true: in the day-to day trenches of adult life, there is actually no such thing as atheism. There is no such thing as not worshipping. Everybody worships. The only choice we get is what to worship. And the compelling reason for maybe choosing some sort of god or spiritual-type thing to worship—be it JC or Allah, be it YHWH or the Wiccan Mother Goddess, or the Four Noble Truths, or some inviolable set of ethical principles—is that pretty much anything else you worship will eat you alive. If you worship money and things, if they are where you tap real meaning in life, then you will never have enough, never feel you have enough. It's the truth. Worship your body and beauty and sexual allure and you will always feel ugly. And when time and age start showing, you will die a million deaths before they finally grieve you. On one level, we all know this stuff already. It's been codified as myths, proverbs, clichés, epigrams, parables; the skeleton of every great story. The whole trick is keeping the truth up front in daily consciousness.

Allah Ki Mohabbat Ke Siwa, Har Mohabbat Ko Zawal Hai. Rab Ki Mohabbat Ke Illawa Duniya Ki Koi Mohabbat Sachi Nahi, Aur Rab Asliyat Dekha Deta Hai. Har Rishte, Har Mohabbat Ki. Phir Wo Sab Kuch Dekha Ker Adami Se Kehta Hai, "Ab Bata Tera Mere Siwa Kon Hai?

Tersenyumlah... Allah mencintaimu lebih dari yang kamu perlu

Di setiap udara yang kau temukan, Di sana akan kau jumpai Allah yang senantiasa mendengar doamu

ما يصيب المسلم من نصب ولا وصب ولا همّ ولا حزن ولا أذى ولا غمّ - حتى الشوكة يشاكها - إلا كفّر الله بها مِن خطاياه No fatigue, disease, sorrow, sadness, hurt or distress befalls a Muslim - not even the prick he receives from a thorn - except that Allah expiates some of his sins because of it. (Sahih al-Bukhari, Book 70, #545)

I believe in the religion of Islam. I believe in Allah and peace.

How strange is man that when he is afraid of something he runs away from it, but when he is afraid of Allah, he gets closer to Him.

Ya Rabb, Engkaulah alasan semua kehidupan ini. Engkaulah penjelasan atas semua kehidupan ini. Perasaan itu datang dariMu. Semua perasaan itu juga akan kembali kepadaMu. Kami hanya menerima titipan. Dan semua itu ada sungguh karenaMu... Katakanlah wahai semua pencinta di dunia. Katakanlah ikrar cinta itu hanya karenaNya. Katakanlah semua kehidupan itu hanya karena Allah. Katakanlah semua getar-rasa itu hanya karena Allah. Dan semoga Allah yang Maha Mencinta, yang Menciptakan dunia dengan kasih-sayang mengajarkan kita tentang cinta sejati. Semoga Allah memberikan kesempatan kepada kita untuk merasakan hakikatNya. Semoga Allah sungguh memberikan kesempatan kepada kita untuk memandang wajahNya. Wajah yang akan membuat semua cinta dunia layu bagai kecambah yang tidak pernah tumbuh. Layu bagai api yang tak pernah panas membakar. Layu bagai sebongkah es yang tidak membeku.

Kekhawatiran tak menjadikan bahayanya membesar Hanya dirimu yang mengerdil Tenanglah, semata karena Allah bersamamu Maka tugasmu hanya berikhtiar Dan di sana pahala surga menantimu

Delisa cinta ummi karena Allah.

اذا كان الانسان مع الله كان الله معه وأرسل له عند الحاجة علامات تدل على ذلك.

Real love brings about calm—not inner torment. True love allows you to be at peace with yourself and with God. That is why Allah says: “that you may dwell in tranquility.” Hawa is the opposite. Hawa will make you miserable. And just like a drug, you will crave it always, but never be satisfied. You will chase it to your own detriment, but never reach it.

Allah causes the night and the day to succeed each other. Truly, in these things is indeed a lesson for those who have insight.

Allah Pe Jab Tawakal Hota Hai Na, Tou Mushkil Kaam Bhi Ahsaan Ho Jata Hai.

Sebab, apapun itu, bukankah hidup adalah untuk bergandeng tangan di jalan kebaikan dan membuat Allah tersenyum?

You were ordered to obey to Allah, and you were create to perform good deeds.

Bagi orang-orang yang beriman, dimana pun ia bisa rukuk dan sujud kepada Allah, maka ia menemukan bumi cinta. Dan sesungguhnya dunia ini adalah bumi cinta bagi para pecinta Allah Ta'alla. Bumi cinta yang akan mengantarkan kepada bumi cinta yang lebih abadi dan lebih mulia yaitu surganya Allah

Ikhlas tu bukan kita yang ukur, tu biar Allah yang tentukan. Jangan sampai kita tinggalkan amalan ibadat sebab tak nak riak dengan manusia, kerana tu la tanda kita riak dengan Allah sebenarnya.

‗In life, at sometime or another we come to a point where all relationships cease—where there is only us and Allah. There are no parents, brother or sister, or any friend. Then we realise that there is no earth under us nor is there sky above, but only Allah who is supporting us in this emptiness. Then we realise our worth – it is not more than a grain of sand or the leaf of a plant. Then we realise our existence is only confined to our being. Our demise makes not a whit of difference to the world around us, nor to the scheme of things.

So often we experience things in life, and yet never see the connections between them. When we are given hardship, or feel pain, we often fail to consider that the experience may be the direct cause or result of another action or experience. Sometimes we fail to recognize the direct connection between the pain in our lives and our relationship with Allah SWT

Benarlah. Jika kalian sedang bersedih, jika kalian sedang terpagut masa lalu menyakitkan, penuh penyesalah seumur hidup, salah satu obatnya adalah dengan menyadari masih banyak orang lain yang lebih sedih dan mengalami kejadian lebih menyakitkan dibandingkan kalian. Masih banyak orang lain yang tidak lebih beruntung dibandingkan kita. Itu akan memberikan pengertian bahwa hidup ini belum berakhir. Itu akan membuat kita selalu meyakini : setiap makhluk berhak atas satu harapan.

Lepaskanlah. Maka besok lusa, jika dia cinta sejatimu, dia pasti akan kembali dengan cara mengagumkan. Ada saja takdir hebat yang tercipta untuk kita. Jika dia tidak kembali, maka sederhana jadinya, itu bukan cinta sejatimu. Hei, kisah-kisah cinta di dalam buku itu, di dongeng-dongeng cinta, atau hikayat orang tua, itu semua ada penulisnya. Tetapi kisah cinta kau, siapa penulisnya? Allah. Penulisnya adalah pemilik cerita paling sempurna di muka bumi. Tidakkah sedikit saja kau mau meyakini bahwa kisah kau pastilah yang terbaik yang dituliskan.

Wahai anakku! dunia ini bagaikan samudera tempat banyak ciptaan-ciptaaNya yg tenggelam. Maka jelajahilah dunia ini dg menyebut nama Allah. Jadikan ketakutanmu pada Allah sebagai kapal-kapal yang menyelamatkanmu. kembangkanlah keimanan sebagai layarmu, logika sebagai pendayung kapalmu, ilmu pengetahuan sebagai nakhoda perjalannanmu dan sabar sebagai jangkar dlm setiap badai dan cobaan (Ali bin Abi thalib ra)

Maha Suci Engkau Ya Allah, yang telah menciptakan perasaan. Maha Suci Engkau yang telah menciptakan ada dan tiada. Hidup ini adalah penghambaan. Tarian penghambaan yang sempurna. Tak ada milik dan pemilik selain Engkau. Tak ada punya dan mempunyai selain Engkau. Tetapi mengapa Kau harus menciptakan perasaan? Mengapa Kau harus memasukkan bongkah yang disebut dengan "perasaan" itu pada mahkluk ciptaanMu? Perasaan kehilangan...perasaan memiliki...perasaan mencintai... Kami tak melihat, Kau berikan mata; kami tak mendengar, Kau berikan telinga; Kami tak bergerak, Kau berikan kaki. Kau berikan berpuluh-puluh nikmat lainnya. Jelas sekali, semua itu berguna! Tetapi mengapa Kau harus menciptakan bongkah itu? Mengapa Kau letakkan bongkah perasaan yang seringkali menjadi pengkhianat sejati dalam tubuh kami. Mengapa?

Jangan berharap dunia yang berubah, tapi diri kita lah yang harus berubah. Ingat anak-anakku, Allah berfirman, Dia tidak akan mengubah nasib sebuah kaum, sampai kaum itu sendirilah yang melakukan perubahan. Kalau kalian mau sesuatu dan ingin menjadi sesuatu, jangan hanya bermimpi dan berdoa, tapi berbuatlah, berubahlah, lakukan saat ini. Sekarang juga!

Bahwa cinta adlh prsoalan b'usaha u/ mncintai. Bahwa cinta bknlah gejolak hati yg dtg sendiri melihat paras ayu/janggut rapi. Bahwa sbgmana cinta kpd Allah yg tak serta merta mengisi hati kita. Karena cinta mmg hrs diupayakan. Karena cinta adlh kata kerja. Lakukanlah krja jiwa & raga u/ mencintainya. Kerjakan cinta yg ku-maksud agar kau temukan cinta yg kau-maksudkan. Karena cinta adlh kata kerja. Cinta-mata airnya adlh niat baik dr hati yg tulus. Alirannya adlh kerja yg terus menerus.

I have been to many religious services over the years. Each one I go to only reinforces my general impression that religions have much, much more in common than they like to admit. The beliefs are almost always the same; it's just that the histories are different. Everybody wants to believe in a higher power. Everybody wants to belong to something bigger than themselves, and everybody wants company in doing that. They want there to be a force of good on earth, and they want an incentive to be a part of that force. They want to be able to prove their belief and their belonging, through rituals and devotion. They want to touch the enormity. It's only in the finer points that it gets complicated and contentious, the inability to realize that no matter what our religion or gender or race or geographic background, we all have about 98 percent in common with each other. yes, the differences between male and female are biological, but if you look at the biology as a matter of percentage, there aren't a whole lot of things that are different. Race is different purely as a social construction, not as an inherent difference. And religion--whether you believe in God or Yahweh or Allah or something else, odds are that at heart you want the same things. For whatever reason, we like to focus on the 2 percent that's different, and most of the conflict in the world comes from that.

Our children will be born of our actions. Our accidents will become their destinies. Oh, the actions will remain. It is a simple matter of what you will do when the chips are down, my friend. When the fat lady is singing. When the walls are falling in, and the sky is dark, and the ground is rumbling. In that moment our actions will define us. And it makes no difference whether you are being watched by Allah, Jesus, Buddah, or whether you are not. On cold days a man can see his breath, on a hot day he can't. On both occasions, the man breathes.

Ibu, rasa nyaman selalu membuat orang-orang sulit berubah. Celakanya, kami sering kali tidak tahu kalau kami sudah terjebak oleh perasaan nyaman itu... Padahal di luar sana, di tengah hujan deras, petir, guntur, janji kehidupan yang lebih baik boleh jadi sedang menanti. Kami justru tetap bertahan di pondok reot dengan atap rumbia yang tampias di mana-mana, merasa nyaman, selalu mencari alasan untuk berkata tidak atas perubahan, selalu berkata 'tidak'... Ibu, rasa takut juga selalu membuat orang-orang sulit berubah. Celakanya, kami sering kali tidak tahu kalau hampir semua yang kami takuti hanyalah sesuatu yang bahkan tidak pernah terjadi... Kami hanya gentar oleh sesuatu yang boleh jadi ada, boleh jadi tidak. Hanya mereka-reka, lantas menguntai ketakutan itu, bahkan kami tega menciptakan sendiri rasa takut itu, menjadikannya tameng untuk tidak mau berubah.

What I have a problem with is not so much religion or god, but faith. When you say you believe something in your heart and therefore you can act on it, you have completely justified the 9/11 bombers. You have justified Charlie Manson. If it's true for you, why isn't it true for them? Why are you different? If you say "I believe there's an all-powerful force of love in the universe that connects us all, and I have no evidence of that but I believe it in my heart," then it's perfectly okay to believe in your heart that Sharon Tate deserves to die. It's perfectly okay to believe in your heart that you need to fly planes into buildings for Allah.

Love Dogs One night a man was crying, Allah! Allah! His lips grew sweet with the praising, until a cynic said, "So! I have heard you calling out, but have you ever gotten any response?" The man had no answer to that. He quit praying and fell into a confused sleep. He dreamed he saw Khidr, the guide of souls, in a thick, green foliage. "Why did you stop praising?" "Because I've never heard anything back." "This longing you express is the return message." The grief you cry out from draws you toward union. Your pure sadness that wants help is the secret cup. Listen to the moan of a dog for its master. That whining is the connection. There are love dogs no one knows the names of. Give your life to be one of them.

Ego Tripping I was born in the congo I walked to the fertile crescent and built the sphinx I designed a pyramid so tough that a star that only glows every one hundred years falls into the center giving divine perfect light I am bad I sat on the throne drinking nectar with allah I got hot and sent an ice age to europe to cool my thirst My oldest daughter is nefertiti the tears from my birth pains created the nile I am a beautiful woman I gazed on the forest and burned out the sahara desert with a packet of goat's meat and a change of clothes I crossed it in two hours I am a gazelle so swift so swift you can't catch me For a birthday present when he was three I gave my son hannibal an elephant He gave me rome for mother's day My strength flows ever on My son noah built new/ark and I stood proudly at the helm as we sailed on a soft summer day I turned myself into myself and was jesus men intone my loving name All praises All praises I am the one who would save I sowed diamonds in my back yard My bowels deliver uranium the filings from my fingernails are semi-precious jewels On a trip north I caught a cold and blew My nose giving oil to the arab world I am so hip even my errors are correct I sailed west to reach east and had to round off the earth as I went The hair from my head thinned and gold was laid across three continents I am so perfect so divine so ethereal so surreal I cannot be comprehended except by my permission I mean...I...can fly like a bird in the sky...

Because here's something else that's weird but true: in the day-to-day trenches of adult life, there is actually no such thing as atheism. There is no such thing as not worshipping. Everybody worships. The only choice we get is what to worship. And the compelling reason for maybe choosing some sort of god or spiritual-type thing to worship--be it JC or Allah, be it YHWH or the Wiccan Mother Goddess, or the Four Noble Truths, or some inviolable set of ethical principles--is that pretty much anything else you worship will eat you alive. If you worship money and things, if they are where you tap real meaning in life, then you will never have enough, never feel you have enough. It's the truth. Worship your body and beauty and sexual allure and you will always feel ugly. And when time and age start showing, you will die a million deaths before they finally grieve you. On one level, we all know this stuff already. It's been codified as myths, proverbs, clichés, epigrams, parables; the skeleton of every great story. The whole trick is keeping the truth up front in daily consciousness. Worship power, you will end up feeling weak and afraid, and you will need ever more power over others to numb you to your own fear. Worship your intellect, being seen as smart, you will end up feeling stupid, a fraud, always on the verge of being found out. But the insidious thing about these forms of worship is not that they're evil or sinful, it's that they're unconscious. They are default settings. They're the kind of worship you just gradually slip into, day after day, getting more and more selective about what you see and how you measure value without ever being fully aware that that's what you're doing.

Where is the graveyard of dead gods? What lingering mourner waters their mounds? There was a time when Jupiter was the king of the gods, and any man who doubted his puissance was ipso facto a barbarian and an ignoramus. But where in all the world is there a man who worships Jupiter today? And who of Huitzilopochtli? In one year - and it is no more than five hundred years ago - 50,000 youths and maidens were slain in sacrifice to him. Today, if he is remembered at all, it is only by some vagrant savage in the depths of the Mexican forest. Huitzilopochtli, like many other gods, had no human father; his mother was a virtuous widow; he was born of an apparently innocent flirtation that she carried out with the sun. When he frowned, his father, the sun, stood still. When he roared with rage, earthquakes engulfed whole cities. When he thirsted he was watered with 10,000 gallons of human blood. But today Huitzilopochtli is as magnificently forgotten as Allen G. Thurman. Once the peer of Allah, Buddha and Wotan, he is now the peer of Richmond P. Hobson, Alton B. Parker, Adelina Patti, General Weyler and Tom Sharkey. Speaking of Huitzilopochtli recalls his brother Tezcatlipoca. Tezcatlipoca was almost as powerful; he consumed 25,000 virgins a year. Lead me to his tomb: I would weep, and hang a couronne des perles. But who knows where it is? Or where the grave of Quetzalcoatl is? Or Xiuhtecuhtli? Or Centeotl, that sweet one? Or Tlazolteotl, the goddess of love? Of Mictlan? Or Xipe? Or all the host of Tzitzimitl? Where are their bones? Where is the willow on which they hung their harps? In what forlorn and unheard-of Hell do they await their resurrection morn? Who enjoys their residuary estates? Or that of Dis, whom Caesar found to be the chief god of the Celts? Of that of Tarves, the bull? Or that of Moccos, the pig? Or that of Epona, the mare? Or that of Mullo, the celestial jackass? There was a time when the Irish revered all these gods, but today even the drunkest Irishman laughs at them. But they have company in oblivion: the Hell of dead gods is as crowded as the Presbyterian Hell for babies. Damona is there, and Esus, and Drunemeton, and Silvana, and Dervones, and Adsullata, and Deva, and Bellisima, and Uxellimus, and Borvo, and Grannos, and Mogons. All mighty gods in their day, worshipped by millions, full of demands and impositions, able to bind and loose - all gods of the first class. Men labored for generations to build vast temples to them - temples with stones as large as hay-wagons. The business of interpreting their whims occupied thousands of priests, bishops, archbishops. To doubt them was to die, usually at the stake. Armies took to the field to defend them against infidels; villages were burned, women and children butchered, cattle were driven off. Yet in the end they all withered and died, and today there is none so poor to do them reverence. What has become of Sutekh, once the high god of the whole Nile Valley? What has become of: Resheph Anath Ashtoreth El Nergal Nebo Ninib Melek Ahijah Isis Ptah Anubis Baal Astarte Hadad Addu Shalem Dagon Sharaab Yau Amon-Re Osiris Sebek Molech? All there were gods of the highest eminence. Many of them are mentioned with fear and trembling in the Old Testament. They ranked, five or six thousand years ago, with Yahweh Himself; the worst of them stood far higher than Thor. Yet they have all gone down the chute, and with them the following: Bilé Ler Arianrhod Morrigu Govannon Gunfled Sokk-mimi Nemetona Dagda Robigus Pluto Ops Meditrina Vesta You may think I spoof. That I invent the names. I do not. Ask the rector to lend you any good treatise on comparative religion: You will find them all listed. They were gods of the highest standing and dignity-gods of civilized peoples-worshiped and believed in by millions. All were omnipotent, omniscient and immortal. And all are dead.