Ummi Quotes

Delisa cinta ummi karena Allah.

Ya Ummi(my mother), I cannot live my life with a woman who has no key to my mind and does not share my concerns. She cannot - will not - read anything. She shrugs off the grave problems of the day and asks if I think her new tablecloth is pretty. We are living in difficult times and it is not enough for a person to be interested in his home and his job - in his own personal life. I need my partner to be someone to whom I can turn, confident of her sympathy, believing her when she tells me I'm in the wrong, strengthened when she tells me I'm in the right. I want to love, and be loved back - but what I see is not love or companionship but a sort of transacton of convenience santioned by religion and society and I do not want it.

Nabi Muhammad SAW dipersetujui sebulat suara oleh semua umat Islam sebagai al-nabi al-ummi, nabi yang buta huruf. Namun demikian, sunnahnya lengkap dengan aphorisme dan tindakan-tindakan yang menguatkan konsep ilmu dalam al-Quran dan menjadi pencetus dan kuasa pendorong bagi pembangunan intelektual dan tamadun masa depan dalam Islam.

The chili I ate for lunch resulted in an explosive bathroom experience. Umm...I don't know how to put this delicately, but...I missed the toilet entirely.

What’s the most important factor in any organization?” “Umm…is this a trick question?” “Nope. Just answer.” “Okay…morale?” “Morale is a symptom and an indicator, not a cause.” “Oh, like…the answer is always ‘Jesus’?” Jill burst out laughing at the old joke they’d discovered they both knew: in church, the answer is always ‘Jesus.

Percaya sama Saya, Allah itu dzat yang paling awal yang berharap hamba-Nya melek literasi. Al Amin ﷺ adalah generasi 'ummi dari kota tua di lembah Bakkah, namun Jibril عليه السلام justru membawa kata pertama Iqra'. Coba kita liarkan sedikit imaji kita di dalam kegelapan gua, yang Nabi ﷺ gemetar oleh suara Jibril. Jangankan membaca buku, buku-buku jari saja tak nampak, pekat. Lalu Allah berfirman, "Iqra'!" Saya yakin pembaca pasti kritis, "kan, ada Jibril yang bercahaya." Oke, tapi biarkan semua pertanyaan yang terlintas tentang kata pertama untuk tafakur nanti. Karena ada kata yang lebih mengena lagi yang dibacakan oleh Penghulu Malaikat saat itu. Yaitu "Yang mengajarkan (manusia) dengan Pena." Nah, jadi mana yang pertama? Baca dulu atau tulis dulu?! Bagi kita para pembelajar @nulisyuk, tentu yang pertama adalah tulis saja dulu. Ya, kan?! Lalu baca lagi, karena Allah akan mengajar manusia apa yang tidak dia ketahui. Kemudian tulis kembali, dengan pemahaman yang kita dapatkan. Baca ulang, agar Allah menurunkan petunjuk. Tulis ulang, baca-tulis-baca-tulis, sampai kita menjumpai hal yang paling meyakinkan. Yaitu kematian. Hingga saat tiba waktunya kita membaca karya kita nanti, Malaikat mengulurkannya lewat tangan kanan. Bukan di telapak tangan kiri yang terpaksa atau bahkan kita membelakanginya. Sembari berkata, “Betapa celaka kami, kitab apakah ini, tidak ada yang tertinggal, yang kecil dan yang besar melainkan tercatat semuanya.” Begitulah seharusnya kita menulis, jujur oleh gerakan hati. Saya adalah contoh dari jutaan manusia yang pernah bercita-cita untuk hidup dari tulisan. Beroleh bayaran dari coretan pena. Bahkan sempat ikut lomba menulis cerita anak, dengan hadiah kursus kepenulisan. Alhamdulillah, di dalam kemenangan pertama itu Saya tidak menerima uang. Meskipun Saya baru menyadarinya akhir-akhir ini. Janganlah, menulis untuk cari duit dan ketenaran. Seolah-olah Allah telah berbisik seperti itu ketika merobohkan niat Saya untuk menulis waktu yang dulu. Semoga, ketika sekarang kembali menulis bersama #nulisyukbatch6 sudah punya niat kuat yang berbeda. Hanya sebagai wujud rasa syukur atas pembelajaran Tuhan di dunia. Yuk Nulis, karena kita sudah banyak membaca ayat-ayat Allah di keseluruhan hidup kita. Aamiin.

Ben shook his head. Sitting down he asked, “So, you are Marty, right?” He got an incredulous look in response along with a cautious, “Yeah.” “You look way different dressed like that and without any make up on and stuff. Like a pretty guy almost, no offense.” Marty widened her eyes incredulously. “Umm...I have a confession here I obviously need to make. We're in public, so don't you dare punch me, or try to jump me later. I got witnesses who'll be able to verify I was here with you and that you threatened me.” Ben's brows furrowed. “What? Why would I do that?” “Hello, my name is Marty.” Marty extended her hand across the table. “I'm a guy.

He then whispered into her ear, “Ummi, my beloved, you shall never be my servant. Never. I will only accept you by my side as my wife. Will you have this miserable half-man as your husband?” She looked up into his tear-stained red eyes and all the pain had gone away. She said, “You are a half-angel. And you are accepted by the messiah. I love you, Ittai of Gath, and I will follow you and your god to the depths of Sheol — as your wife.” They kissed. And all the world fell away.

Why didn’t you call?” Eli looks down sheepishly. “Um...my phone died from taking too many pictures and video clips,” he says. “And then we couldn’t get a signal on Tara’s, and without GPS, we got turned around. The maps don’t show anything out here unless you’ve got data. So we tried climbing high in a tree to get like a signal or figure out where we were, but...” He winces. “I fell, and my ankle’s twisted. But it’s not broken,” Tara finishes matter-of-factly. She seems to have a good, clear head on her shoulders. “It just hurts to walk.” “Yeah, so we looked for a place to wait where it wasn’t so wet and animals couldn’t find us,” Eli adds. “We were okay, Dad.

MAN: I’ll just circle back the way I came. I’m really sorry to have bothered you. (Starts to leave.) WOMAN: Who are you looking for anyway? MAN: (Hesitates, not sure if he should tell her.) Um…my soulmate. WOMAN: (Instantly serious.) Oh. MAN: Yeah. WOMAN: No wonder you need to find them. MAN: How mad do you think they’ll be? WOMAN: That you got lost? I think they’ll understand.

Ummi thought of herself as a servant of God, what the Community called a true amatullah, only to discover she was a servant to the Community.

asked, “Have you seen my carving knife and meat cleaver?” “Umm…I may have dropped them in the Oozy bog where I landed.” Mom could not hold back a much-needed laugh, then added, “Do you know how strange that would sound under any other circumstance?” The comment made Andy reciprocate with a deep, tension-releasing laugh.

One day he started a water fight between the men and women. Another time, they had a flour fight. All of them, dressed in the few clothes they owned, threw white powder back and forth, laughing and screaming as though they had forgotten how fun fun was. They were children again, but their laughter was a strange sound in the house. Even to Ummi’s own ears, her happiness sounded odd. Everyone had a good time that day, but after all the mess was made, the women were left to clean the fine dust off the walls and from between the wooden floorboards, handwash their garbs, and panic over what to eat that night since they wasted all the flour on child’s play.

Not only does the messenger who is also a slave subordinate his own will to that of his Lord; there is nothing in his mind or in his memory that could obstruct the free passage of the revelation. Muhammad is 'abd and rasul; he is also nabi al-ummi, the unlettered Prophet; a blank page set before the divine pen. On this page there is no mark made by any other pen, no trace of profane or indirect knowledge. A prophet does not borrow knowledge from the human store, nor is he a man who learns in the slow human way and then transmits his learning. His knowledge derives from a direct intervention of the Divine in the human order, a tajalli, or pouring out of the truth upon a being providentially disposed to receive it and strong enough to transmit it.

Hello! Sorry for interrupting you while you are having your…grass…your lunch, but may I ask you something?” “Moo!” “Umm…is  that a YES? Or is that NO?