Madina Quotes

Christianity was found in places, notably in Yemen, and among the Arab tribes in the north under Byzantine rule; Judaism too was practised in Yemen, and in and around Yathrib, later renamed Madina (Medina), but the vast majority of the population of Arabia were polytheists.

Allah belonged here too.

Christian women also, at one time, covered their heads—not just nuns but all women when they entered churches, until quite recently.

We have to make our right Wherever we are, out of whatever is there.

The logical conclusion of any political expansion surely was equally detrimental, equally devastating, if and when it happened to be successful?

It was a habit—that’s what it was called—not a veil. But then they kicked the habit.

I always find something to enjoy. If not the story, then the scenery or the costumes. There’s always something good about it.

Saudi girls stay home, or they get good jobs or good educations.

Those less motivated students kept their activities and their preferences so obscure.

Their bodies were tanned, toned, and golden. From where had come the notion that the British were all pale and pasty-looking? … Would they modify their appearance as they got older? For seeking employment, likely, it would be necessary, wouldn’t it.

It never hurts to know your enemy.

When in Rome, do as the Romans. That was not just friendly advice. That was survival.

People just begin to fall apart, and it’s hard for anyone else, anyone on the outside, to hold them together.

As a teacher, I do not only explain concepts; my job is to inspire too.

It’s when life starts going wrong, when things start being horrible ,that you first realize that life isn’t like anything in a book You wish you could go back to how it was before, but you can’t. Life isn’t really like a book.

He spoke like an Arab, but he acted nothing like.

When did that higher, more spiritual conviction become something craven and greedy? And then again when did that greed transform itself into something worse, something less of the instinct and more closely related to the higher faculties?

How nice it was when expressions and idioms really echoed actual fact , and became literal , as well as figurative , truths all the same time.

Complacent. Complacence does not take you to good places.

In the end, it’s pointless. All they’re ever looking for is their Hollywood love story.

It was a choice between something more and not something more.

You needed experience in order to get a job, so, in effect, you needed experience in order to gain experience. Those who didn’t have it were precisely those who had little hope of ever getting it.

From other Muslim women she saw, although they were similarly uncovered, she felt waves of cynical disapproval. Their stony expressions seemed to say, you see how these young girls abandon their ways as soon as they are set free. A mistake to let them come here. And from the non-Muslim majority, she received the imaged phantom of the kind of judgment she would get if she did dare to cover her face here.

It’s only literature, I know, but it does something, or at least it says something.

The words were right, but the reasoning wasn’t.

We must always remember that our cultural figures are not the guardians of our morality. We must guard that for ourselves.

There was much love but no pretense between them.

Jerusalem, ----How cruel it was, after all, that the geographical center of their faith was not actually located within the confines of the Christian world at all -----It was not a lusting after the stranger’s territory but a desire to properly embody one’s own, to make it animate, to animate the sacred within it. Wasn’t this, after all, a much more noble impulse, not to conquer Jerusalem but merely to build one’s own? Or Life’a tragedies could be written and engaged over and over like waves. But the rhythms contained the all.

No, said Maryam. “It doesn’t limit my participation in the world.

Looking pretty,” said Wilson. “Like you. Maryam flushed. She draped her green silk scarf more firmly around her neck, wishing for a moment she could pull it up to cover her face.

The little guy never wins.

We go chasing after love. We are thwarted, interrupted from our own path, our own plan.

The most amoral man could write a brilliant literary work. The freedom to express and create what he chose was the relevant thing, because that was why we had literature.

Jerusalem, How cruel it was, after all, That the geographical center of their faith was not actually located within the confines of the Christian world at all.

when she looked at him here in the dusk, her first and overwhelming desire, if one could call it that, was to invite him to take a nap, to offer him a soft place to rest. That was all.

What did it matter? Didn’t she have as much right to wear a head scarf? The girl’s accent was English.

The place would welcome you back in five days or in five years or in fifty or, for that matter, if such things were possible, in five hundred years.

Their presence here, however, was an act of imperialism. Was she complicit in it by being grateful and partaking? The worse thing perhaps was that the British were so oblivious to the presence of any issue regarding the placement of these treasures.

The City of Madina itself becomes sacred. Everything he (the Prophet) touched, every little place he went, every palm tree he touched, the mount Uhud - everything has a particular magnetism about it. And Imam Maliks Madhab is based on that sense of sanctity of the city of Madina. It's not purely a legallstig concept, it's a sacred concept: the holiness of the City. (Imam Malik: Sage of the City of Light - quilliampress.com)

Qurban apki azmat pe amma zainab salam ullah alaiha Apko apni ankhoon me basane ko dedar e yar ko g chahta h Naseeb hon nisbaten apki qurb e yar ko g chahta h Muhabbat me khak hua jata h dil lagta nahi zamane me ab Nikle ap k qadmo me dum ye arzo ho puri g chahta h Naseeb ho mitti Madina ki ap k Nana sarkar huzoor ka ho dedar g chahta h

We found ourselves in a lovers’ arrangement common in cities, when you see each other after midnight, once a week or so, sometimes dinner if he felt up for a date. I wanted more, but he had just gotten free of a long relationship, and I’d never been in one. We dated other people. I gravitated to people who reminded me of him, quiet, reserved, people who moved with diligence and discipline in their art. Masculine, but soft. When I couldn’t bear our arrangement, I cut myself off. But I wanted to smell him. I traced his scent back to the source, the Brooklyn Bangladeshi-owned oil shop Madina on Atlantic Avenue, an institution. Named for one of the two holy cities in Islam, the word al-Madina simply means the city, and the shop’s visitors include Black and Muslim entrepreneurs, fragrance aficionados, folks who want to smell good for cheap, imams who sell the oils to the prison commissary, making perfumes available to inmates. I would purchase five-dollar roll-on bottles of oil to smell him in those periods we were off-again.

It wasn’t her fault she was so beautiful; rather, everyone else was at fault for being too blind to notice.

His strength and bravery had inspired troops, and she had learned from his brazen courage. So she too would inspire her troops. After all, love was a battlefield, and she would be taking prisoners.

I ask you, your forgiveness that if I hurt you; harmed you or mistreated and disappointed you at any point, any circumstances since I am travelling towards Makka and Madina where resides my heart and life that's my power and love and peace.