Homes Abu Bakr Quotes

There is nothing we can do about others’ hatred. We can only keep our own hearts clean.

Life must always go on, Bakr. Death doesn’t matter. Money doesn’t matter. Even life itself doesn’t matter, son. What matters is living your life with your family, with the people you love. We love each other, hard, and hold on tight. What we face, we face together. Together, we move forward and every little happiness we can have, we enjoy. We cannot let hatred and fear stop us from living.

We cannot let hatred and fear stop us from living.

Never forget Syria. Or Iraq, for that matter.

My head constantly ached from straining to make myself understood. Even with the help of Google Translate, there were so many things I couldn’t communicate.

Where do you go when you don’t even know where the danger is coming from?

Maybe if you didn’t care, you couldn’t be hurt.

not even children were safe from the army.

A Lion Overpowered Sheikh Abu Masood bin Abi Bakr Harimi (r.a) reports that there was a very great Saint by the name of Sheikh Ahmed Jaam (r.a) He used to travel on a lion wherever he went. In every city that he visited, it was his habit to ask the people of the city to send one cow for his lion’s meal. Once, he went to a certain city and requested from the Saint of that city a cow for his lion. The Saint sent the cow to him and said, “If you ever go to Baghdad, your lion will receive a welcome invitation.” Sheikh Ahmed Jaam (r.a) then journeyed to Baghdad Shareef. On arriving in Baghdad, he sent one of his disciples to al-Ghawth al-A’zam (r.a) and commanded that a cow be sent to him, as a meal for his lion. The great Ghawth was already aware of his coming. He had already arranged for a cow to be kept for the lion. On the command of Sheikh Ahmed Jaam (r.a) Sheikh Abdul Qadir Jilani (r.a) sent one of his disciples with a cow to him. As the disciple took the cow with him, a weak and old stray dog which used to sit outside the home of Sheikh Abdul Qadir Jilani (r.a) followed the disciple. The disciple presented the cow to Sheikh Ahmed Jaam (r.a) who in turn signalled the lion to commence feeding. As the lion ran towards the cow, this stray dog pounced on the lion. It caught the lion by its throat and killed the lion by tearing open its stomach. The dog then dragged the lion and threw it before al-Ghawth al-A’zam (r.a) On seeing this, Sheikh Ahmed Jaam (r.a) was very embarrassed. He humbled himself before the great Ghawth and asked for forgiveness for his arrogant behaviour. This incident shows the strength of a dog that only sat outside the stoop of Sheikh Abdul Qadir Jilani (r.a) This was due to its Nisbat to the blessed stoop of the great Saint. It also proves that even animals recognise and are loyal to the the Awliya Allah. A’la Hazrat, Sheikh Imam Ahmed Raza al-Qaadiri (r.a) portrays the above-mentioned incident in one of his poetic stanzas. He says: “Kya Dab’be Jis Pe Himayat Ka Ho Panja Tera, Sher Ko Khatre me Laata, Nahi Kut’ta Tera

When people in the West hear Iraq, they instantly think of Saddam Hussein and the Gulf War. But when I think about my home country, I remember the honey-drenched baklava my aunts gave me, the pinches on my cheeks, affectionate tickles under my chin, and coos of laughter

To know that someone had thought to prepare halal food, that someone had taken my religion into account rather than ignore or be afraid of it, it felt like such a blessing. Before leaving Syria, everyone had warned me not to lose Islam—as if moving to a non-Muslim country would wipe out my faith—but here, people wanted to honour it.

That’s what terror does to you. It weakens you. It deflates you,

That’s what terror does to you. It weakens you. It deflates you, as it did my grandmother.

Nihad, it is our only safe option. Think of it: America, maybe Canada. There, we will grow stronger together. We will be free.

Love radiated from him, but all I wanted was that shawarma.

Father got the idea to plant rose bushes in the bakery’s courtyard because they reminded him of his grandfather’s farm back in Iraq. He said we needed to make things beautiful again.

I could tell he was flustered by the experience. We couldn’t read the signs or ask for help. The money was colourful and confusing. This was especially difficult for Father, who was so used to taking care of everything. And though we sat and listened to the volunteer translators explaining everything, we weren’t always able to entirely understand their Arabic dialects.

The white scarf bloomed red.

when we heard an explosion, we ran towards the chaos. Often the police and ambulances were late arriving, if they arrived at all, so we took care of each other.

Even though my father’s family was Shi’a, he raised us as Sunni. In Baserah, where we lived, the divisions between the two denominations of Islam hung heavy in the air.

Leave Allah out of your homework! That is up to you! Now get to work, young man, and leave God to bigger problems!

No matter the situation or what he said, his voice sounded like there was laughter in it.

I prayed for peace, not from the war, but peace in my heart.

How could the God of my gentle father be the same God of those crazy fanatics who killed in the name of Islam? I hated those people the most. How could they take something so loving and peaceful and twist it to justify violence and murder? Those people cannot really be Muslim because my God was about love, peace, charity.

We can make a home anywhere we go together.

Another story is told by the historian Ibn Al-Athir about the commander 'Imad Ad-Din Zangi. He entered the town of Jazirat Ibn 'Umar during the winter. He stayed at the fortress, while the army camped in tents. One of his more prominent officers was 'Izz Ad-Din Abu Bakr Ad-Dabisi, whose opinion he valued. This officer commandeered the home a Jewish man for his own lodging. The Jewish man sought out 'Imad Ad-Din, and called out to him while he was riding by. 'Imad Ad-Din asked him what the matter was, and listened to the story while Ad-Dabaisi stood next to him. When 'Imad had heard the whole story, he said nothing, but gazed wrathfully at Ad-Dabisi, who backed away, returned to town, and ordered his tents to be set up outside town, even though the ground was full of mud from the rain and the army passing over it. This was done in justice to the Jewish man whose home had been wrongfully commandeered.