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.

Believe that if Allah wants you to know something, someone will tell you.

Delisa cinta ummi karena Allah.

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

Whoever treads a path seeking knowledge, Allah will make easy for him the path to Paradise." (reported by Ibn Majah and others, fulfilling the conditions of Imam al Bukhari and Imam Muslim)

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.

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

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 will not give mercy to anyone, except those who give mercy to other creatures.

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?

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

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

What you desire is what you want, what you have is what Allah wants.

Muhammad (PBUH) is not the father of any man among you, but He is Messenger of Allah and the last of the Prophets. And Allah is Ever AllAware of everything." (Surah Ahzaab Ch33 V40)

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.

Allah, bersama-Mu tak ada jalan buntu

Just because one man calls him Allah and another calls him God is no reason for believers to be enemies.

Pada ketika kita merasakan tidak punya sesiapa, yakinlah ALLAH itu sudah mencukupi segala-galanya

Why ponder thus the future to foresee, and jade thy brain to vain perplexity? Cast off thy care, leave Allah’s plans to him – He formed them all without consulting thee.” Three Cups of Tea

We were the most humiliated people on earth and God gave us honour through Islam. If we ever seek honour through anything else, God will humiliate us again.

Kaisi Duniya Hai, Logon Ke Ajeeb-O-Gareeb Sawal Jawab Se Kitne Pareshaan Hain Aur, Ek Din Jab Allah Tallh Sawal Jawab Karega Tou Uski Fikr Hi Nahi. Ya Allah Khair.

Is not Allah enough for his servant??

Allah is all in all. Allah sees you, and is with you, wherever you are, whatever you do.

‗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.

Hearts melt when the Beloved of Allah is mentioned.

Mati itu pasti. hidup, InsyaAllah"-Hijab Sang Pencinta, Ramlee Awang Murshid

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

He is the wisest and the most knowing man who advises people not to lose hope and faith in the Mercy of Allah and not to be too sure and over-confident of immunity from His Wrath and Punishment.

All suffering is worth it to follow Jesus. He is that amazing.

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.

Acap kali sesuatu yang kita cinta menjadi sebab ujian daripada Allah..Justeru,cintailah sesuatu berpada-pada bila Allah uji kita dengannya..kita tidak terlalu menderita..

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.

Do what you do only for God's sake, start for God's sake, work for God's sake, and act within the sphere of God's good approval.

it is a heartBreaking sound, Amir Jan, the Wailing of a mother. I pray to Allah you Never hear it.

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)

O Allah, You know me better than I know myself, and I know myself better than these people who praise me. Make me better than what they think of me, and forgive those sins of mine of which they have no knowledge, and do not hold me responsible for what they say.

Seperti Fathimah dan Ali, saling mencintai dalam kerahasiaan yang paling rapat, kepasrahan paling kuat, dan ikhtiyar suci yang menemukan jalannya...dengan karunia Allah! Jika kita husnuzhzhan padaNya...

Allah mencintaimu lebih dari yang kau perlu.

Amongst the friends of Allah (Awliya), the Qur'an is considered as a love letter from Allah, which inevitably is read continuously to remind them of their Beloved.

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?

Segala luka & kecewa tampaknya kan malu & meniada: ketika kita insyafi bahwa Allah Yang Maha Mengatur tak pernah keliru, tak pernah aniaya

The real dawah to Islam is the character of a Muslim.

Give sustenance, Allah. Give sustenance to me.

When Allah created his creatures He wrote above His throne: ‘Verily, my Compassion overcomes my wrath.

Allah is the Greatest. I'm just the greatest boxer

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!

إن عبادة الإله الواحد وحدها ستقرب الانسان من السلام الذي يتكلم عليه الجميع ولايفعل أحد شيئاً لتحقيقه.

Kongsilah cerita dengan Allah. Allah tak pernah nak judge. Patut rasa selesa dan bersyukur untuk itu.

I tell Allah I love Him immensely, immensely. But I tell Him I cannot be better, because of how the world is.

And whosoever fears Allah and keeps his duty to Him, He will make a way for him to get out (from every difficulty).And He will provide him from (sources) he never could imagine.

Bagiku, Galaksi Cinta tidak akan pernah tiada. Ketika malam tak terlalu purnama, lalu kau saksikan bintang-bintang membentuk rasi menurut kehendak-Nya, cari aku di Galaksi Cinta. Aku tetap akan ada disana. Tersenyumlah... Allah mencintaimu lebih dari yang kamu perlu

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.

If truth doesn’t exist, then it would be true that truth doesn’t exist, and once again we arrive at truth. There is no alternative; truth must exist.

Tear your heart out of your chest. And hand it to God. There is no other healing. I swear, there is no other healing.

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.

Saya tak tahu, berapa waktu yang tersisa untuk saya. Satu jam, satu hari, satu tahun, sepuluh, lima puluh tahun lagi? Bisakah waktu yang semakin sedikit itu saya manfaatkan untuk memberi arti keberadaan saya sebagai hamba Allah di muka bumi ini? Bisakah cinta, kebajikan, maaf dan syukur selalu tumbuh dari dalam diri, saat saya menghirup udara dari Yang Maha?

Allah! Betapa indahnya sepiring nasi panas Semangkuk sup dan segelas kopi hitam

Teringat saya amaran daripada Imam al-Ghazali, bahawa jika solat dipersembahkan kepada Allah tanpa ada sebarang rasa, sama keadaannya dengan mempersembahkan bangkai yang tidak bernyawa.

Gadis kecil itu benar sekali.. mengapa dunia diciptakan dengan penuh perbedaan. Yang satu dilebihkan dari yang lain... ada yang bisa melihat. Bisa mendengar, ada juga yang tidak. Ada yang cerdas, ada yang tidak. Apakah semua itu adil? Apakah takdir itu adil? Padahal bukankah semua pembeda itu hanyalah semu. Tidak hakiki. Ketika sang waktu menghabisi segalanya, bukankah semua manusia sama...

DR IBRAHIM EL FIKY DIED TODAY.. MAY ALLAH GIVE PEACE TO HIS SOUL AND REST IN PEACE.... give enough courage to his family to bear this irreparable loss....(less)

It is when things are at their worst that Allah will raise the best generation. The generation that the Prophet would be told Sahabat should look up to. So maybe the fact that you are living in the darkest of time means that Allah thinks you can be the strongest source of light. Allah thinks you -- you -- were born for this time. That's Allah's decision. Which means you have something significant to offer the world. You have some serious trees to plant. And you have to not get overwhelmed with the news around you. Even if dajjal is tapping you on the shoulders. Say (to Dajjal), "Hold on, I'm planting a tree". You do what you gotta do. You gotta focus.

Allah takkan bebankan hamba-Nya dengan apa yang dia tak mampu! Hidup tak selalunya lawa Tak selalunya ada pelangi Kalau nak kata a bed of roses pun, duri-durinya tetap ada Kadang-kadang... bilamana ‘malapetaka’ tu datang, terasa macam kena gelek ke bumi dek ahli sumo Rasa macam dah tak mampu bangkit Rasa macam dah tak mampu hela nafas ..." live well or hell you choose May Allah bless....

Goodness! Golly! Good God! Blessed Allah! Zeus and Hera! Mary and Joseph! Nathaniel Hawthorne! Don't touch her! Grab her! Move closer! Run away! Don't move! Kill the snake! Leave it alone! Give it some food! Don't let it bite her! Lure the snake away! Here, snakey! Here, snakey snakey!

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.

The men who are instructing you are US Army intelligence officers. Their names match information from Tariq’Allah. We believe they are traitors to Iraq and want photographs to make sure. Use your smartphones and send those as soon as possible.

When the world goes to sleep, God is the One who is awake with you. God sees the tears you hide with smiles and He embraces the pain you think no one would understand. “Not even an atom’s weight in the heavens or the earth remains hidden from Him” (34:3).

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.

When we miss a plane, lose a job, or find ourselves unable to marry the person we want, have we ever stopped to consider the possibility that it may have been for our own good? Allah tells us in the Qur’an: “…But perhaps you hate a thing and it is good for you; and perhaps you love a thing and it is bad for you. And Allah Knows, while you know not.” (Qur’an, 2:216)

Praise be to God; whose compassion is all-embracing and Whose mercy is universal; Who rewards His servants for their remembrance [dhikr] [of Him] with His remembrance [of them] - verily God (Exalted is He!) has said, 'Remember Me, and I will remember you' - Opening lines from Kitab al-Adhkar wa'l Da'awat of the Ihya ulum ad-Din

Karena Allah menjanjikan barang siapa yang menutup aib saudaranya, maka Allah akan menutup aibnya di dunia dan akhirat. Itu janji yang hebat sekali. Kalaupun ada saudara kita yang tetap membahasnya, mengungkitnya, kita tidak perlu berkecil hati. Abaikan saja. Dia melakukan itu karena ilmunya dangkal. Doakan saja semoga besok lusa dia paham.

By declaring our Prophet infallible and not permitting ourselves to question him, we Muslims had set up a static tyranny. The Prophet Muhammad attempted to legislate every aspect of life. By adhering to his rules of what is permitted and what is forbidden, we Muslims supressed the freedom to think for ourselves and to act as we chose. We froze the moral outlook of billions of people into the mind-set of the Arab desert in the seventh century. We were not just servants of Allah, we were slaves.

In the Name of Allah, the Most Beneficent, the Most Merciful. All the praises and thanks be to Allah, the Lord of the 'Alamin (mankind, jinns and all that exists). The Most Beneficent, the Most Merciful. The Only Owner of the Day of Recompense (i.e. the Day of Resurrection) You (Alone) we worship, and You (Alone) we ask for help. Guide us to the Straight Way... The Way of those on whom You have bestowed Your Grace, not (the way) of those who earned Your Anger, nor of those who went astray. (The Qur'an- Surah Al-Fatihah)

Ada kata yang merangkum kesetaraan, perhatian, & cinta! Laki-laki & Perempuan saling mengenal, saling memahami, saling bantu, bergandengan tangan (ups!), saling menanggung, & cekatan mendahulukan. Serasi..! Lalu? Harusnya kau tahu bidadari bisa cemburu. Itu tantangan. Untuk mendekatkan sumbu potensi diri dengan nyala suci ruh keshalihan. Agar bidadari cemburu padamu? Bukan dengan tebar pesona fisik tentu. Karena pasti 'muke lu jauh' he..he.. Tak jua dengan memenjara diri antara dapur, kelambu & sumur, karena Allah & Rasul tak pernah bermaksud begitu.

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...

Allah gives us gifts, but then we come to love them as we should only love Him. We take those gifts and inject them into our hearts, until they take over. Soon we cannot live without them. Every waking moment is spent in contemplation of them, in submission and worship to them. The mind and the heart that was created by Allah, for Allah, becomes the property of someone or something else. And then the fear comes. The fear of loss begins to cripple us. The gift—that should have remained in our hands—takes over our heart, so the fear of losing it consumes us. Soon, what was once a gift becomes a weapon of torture and a prison of our own making. How can we be freed of this? At times, in His infinite mercy, Allah frees us…by taking it away. As a result of it being taken, we turn to Allah wholeheartedly. In that desperation and need, we ask, we beg, we pray. Through the loss, we reach a level of sincerity and humility and dependence on Him which we would otherwise not reach—had it not been taken from us. Through the loss, our hearts turn entirely to face Him.

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.

We can't stand it, to be alone. We cannot bear it, any more than the monks of old could bear it, men who though they had renounced all else for Christ's sake, nevertheless came together in congregations to be with one another, even as they enforced upon themselves the harsh rules of single solitary cells and unbroken silence. They couldn't bear to be alone. We are too much men and women; we are yet formed in the image of the Creater, and what can we say of Him with any certainty except that He, whoever He may be--Christ, Yahweh, Allah--He made us, did He not, because even He in His Infinite Perfection could not bear to be alone.

Alangkah seringnya Mentergesai kenikmatan tanpa ikatan Membuat detik-detik di depan terasa hambar Belajar dari ahli puasa Ada dua kebahagiaan baginya Saat berbuka Dan saat Allah menyapa lembut memberikan pahala Inilah puasa panjang syahwatku Kekuatan ada pada menahan Dan rasa nikmat itu terasa, di waktu buka yang penuh kejutan Coba saja Kalau Allah yang menghalalkan Setitis cicipan surga Kan menjadi shadaqah berpahala Buku ini dipersembahkan untuk mereka yang lagi jatuh hati atau sedang pacaran bersama doi yang dipenuhi hasrat nikah dini tapi belum bernyali yang sedang menjalani proses penuh liku dan yang ingin melanggengkan masa-masa indah pernikahannya...

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.

Ibn al-Arabi gave this advice: Do not attach yourself to any particular creed exclusively, so that you may disbelieve all the rest; otherwise you will lose much good, nay, you will fail to recognize the real truth of the matter. God, the omnipresent and omnipotent, is not limited by any one creed, for he says, 'Wheresoever ye turn, there is the face of Allah' (Koran 2:109). Everyone praises what he believes; his god is his own creature, and in praising it he praises himself. Consequently, he blames the disbelief of others, which he would not do if he were just, but his dislike is based on ignorance.

When you find yourself in one of those mystical/devotional frames of mind or in am emergency and you feel you want to pray, then pray. Don’t ever be ashamed to pray or feel prevented by thinking yourself unworthy in any way. Fact is whatever terrible thing you may have done, praying will always turn your energy around for the better. Pray to whomever, whatever, and whenever you choose. Pray to the mountain, pray to the ancestors, pray to the Earth, pray to the Tao (but it won’t listen!), pray to the Great Mother, pray to Jehovah, Allah, Buddha, Jesus, Lakshmi, Siva, pray to the Great Spirit, it makes no difference. Praying is merely a device for realigning the mind, energy, and passion of your local self with the mind, energy and passion of your universal self. When you pray, you are praying to the god or goddess within you. This has an effect on your energy field, which in turn translates into a positive charge that makes something good happen.

So they trust in the deity of the Old Testament, an incontinent dotard who soiled Himself and the universe with his corruption, a low-budget divinity passing itself off as the genuine article. (Ask the Gnostics.) They trust in Jesus Christ, a historical cipher stitched together like Frankenstein's monster out of parts robbed from the graves of messiahs dead and buried - a savior on a stick. They trust in the virgin-pimping Allah and his Drum Major Mohammed, a prophet-come-lately who pioneered a new genus of humbuggery for an emerging market of believers that was not being adequately served by existing religious products. They trust in anything that authenticates their importance as persons, tribes, societies, and particularly as a species that will endure in this world and perhaps in an afterworld that may be uncertain in its reality and unclear in its layout, but which states their craving for values "not of this earth" - that depressing, meaningless place their consciousness must sidestep every day.

I throw my makeshift jai-namaz, my prayer rug, on the floor and I get on my knees, lower my forehead to the ground, my tears soaking through the sheet. I bow to the west. Then I remember I haven’t prayed for over fifteen years. I have long forgotten the words. But it doesn’t matter, I will utter those few words I still remember: La illaha ila Allah, Muhammad u rasul ullah. There’s no God but Allah, and Muhammad is his messenger. I see now that Baba was wrong, there’s a God, there always had been. I see Him here, in the eyes of the people in this [hospital] corridor of desperation. This is the real house of God, this is where those who have lost God will find Him, not the white masjid with its bright diamond lights, and towering minarets. There’s a God, there has to be, and now I will pray, I will pray that He forgive that I have neglected Him all of these years, forgive that I have betrayed, lied, and sinned with impunity only to turn to Him now in my hour of need, I pray that He is as merciful, benevolent, and gracious as His book says He is. [...] I hear a whimpering and realize it is mine, my lips are salty with the tears trickling down my face. I feel the eyes of everyone in this corridor on me and still I bow to the west. I pray. I pray that my sins have not caught up with me the way I'd always feared they would.

- The Azan story - The five daily ritual prayers were regularly performed in congregation, and when the time for each prayer came the people would assemble at the site where the Mosque was being built. Everyone judged of the time by the position of the sun in the sky, or by the first signs of its light on the eastern horizon or by the dimming of its glow in the west after sunset; but opinions could differ, and the Prophet felt the need for a means of summoning the people to prayer when the right time had come. At first he thought of appointing a man to blow a horn like that of the Jews, but later he decided on a wooden clapper, ndqiis, such as the Oriental Christians used at that time, and two pieces of wood were fashioned together for that purpose. But they were never destined to be used; for one night a man of Khazraj, 'Abd Allah ibn Zayd, who had been at the Second 'Aqabah, had a dream whieh the next day he recounted to the Prophet: "There passed by me a man wearing two green garments and he carried in his hand a ndqiis, so I said unto him: "0 slave of God, wilt thou sell me that naqusi" "What wilt thou do with it?" he said. "We will summon the people to prayer with it," I answered. "Shall I not show thee a better way?" he said. "What way is that?" I asked, and he answered: "That thou shouldst say: God is most Great, Alldhu Akbar." The man in green repeated this magnification four times, then each of the following twice: I testify that there is no god but God; I testify that Muhammad is the messenger of God; come unto the prayer; come unto salvation; God is most Great; and then once again there is no god but God. The Prophet said that this was a true vision, and he told him to go to Bilal, who had an excellent voice, and teach him the words exactly as he had heard them in his sleep. The highest house in the neighbourhood of the Mosque belonged to a woman of the clan of Najjar, and Bilal would come there before every dawn and would sit on the roof waiting for the daybreak. When he saw the first faint light in the east he would stretch out his arms and say in supplication: "0 God I praise Thee, and I ask Thy Help for Quraysh, that they may accept Thy religion." Then he would stand and utter the call to prayer.