Hadith Of The Day- Death

Narrated Anas that The Prophet said, “When a human being is laid in his grave and his companions return and he even hears their foot steps, two angels come to him and make him sit and ask him: ‘What did you use to say about this man, Muhammad?’ He will say: ‘I testify that he is Allah’s slave and His Apostle.’ Then it will be said to him, ‘Look at your place in the Hell-Fire. Allah has given you a place in Paradise instead of it.’ ” The Prophet added, “The dead person will see both his places. But a non-believer or a hypocrite will say to the angels, ‘I do not know, but I used to say what the people used to say! It will be said to him, ‘Neither did you know nor did you take the guidance (by reciting the Quran).’ Then he will be hit with an iron hammer between his two ears, and he will cry and that cry will be heard by whatever approaches him except human beings and jinns.

Sahih Al- Bukhari

Whispers Of Shaytan

For the past 3 weeks or so, I haven’t been wearing niqab everywhere and it’s really bothering me. I know it is only the whispers of shaytan that tell me I don’t wanna deal with the stares and hassle today. I made a commitment to myself and to doing what I feel is correct and will bring me closer to Allah and insha Allah, I will stick to that and not let shaytan get the best of me any longer. I know from experience this is how it all starts, you don’t wear niqab a few times and then hardly anywhere but the masjid and then not at all and I WILL NOT  be tricked and deceived again and pulled away from what can only benefit me. Make du’a for me when you read this.

‘Hi’, Said The Niqabi

Friday I went to jumu’ah in East Orange and heard a beneficial and much needed khutbah about not blind following anyone. Islam is based upon Qur’an and sunnah and nothing else. No one’s opinions or desires. All muslims would do well to remember this.

Anyway, Saturday I went to the mall with my family and met up with a sister I’ve known since before we both converted to Islam. It feels so much better walking around with another muslimah by your side, even if she’s not wearing niqab. It just boosts your resolve. We were in the store getting a few outfits for my kids when we noticed two little girls playing a sort of hide and seek with me. They would pop out from behind the clothes, look at me with their widened eyes and mouths and pop back behind the clothes. I said “Hi” and waved. The little girl continued with the same look and then looked at the sister like, “It speaks?”. LOL.

Then when we had all stopped to figure it which store we were going in next, this lady passed by and she looked at me like my niqab had poop smeared on it or something. Let’s just say she looked disgusted, to say the least. So I turned my head to watch her the  same way she was watching me. If it was permissible to take pictures, I might have asked her if she wanted to take one. Lol. Whatever happened to manners?

Then the sister and I went into a store to look for dresses for her. The store clerk was so nice and didn’t give me the usual, “You guys wear clothes?” face. The sister told me how she had began wearing niqab on and off. Yayyyy. I hope our outing together made her feel she could be comfortable wearing it as well insha Allah. My family and the sister parted ways and we left the mall. I was all to ready to flip my niqab back when I got in the car (tinted windows) because the mall was really, really hot and my face was feeling flustered.

Well till next time, bye bye from niqabi land.

VWM- Vacationing While Muslim

So, I’m back from my vacation to St. Thomas in the Virgin Islands. It was so beautiful there. The water at the beaches is so clear you can see through straight to the floor, even in the deep parts. Well to start off, we got in my husband’s friend’s car, who was taking us to the airport. As we got a quick breakfast before the airport, he reminded me, “Be ready to get some special attention.” Although this was my first flight since I was about 9 months old, I expected to get stares and weird looks and I was right. When we got to the airport and checked in our bigger bags, most people watched as we started to remove our shoes and jackets to go through the metal detectors. Of course I was told to stand to the side so I could get patted down. So the tsa agent patted down my legs and khimar and then we headed for our gate. People watched where we were walking and when we stopped at the gate for our flight, people had the face like, “dag, why they gotta be on my flight?” LOL. Whatever. The most stares came when we had to walk through the full plane to get to our row and almost everyone on the outside seat eyeballed us, like please don’t sit here. We reached our seats and I tried to mentally prepare myself for left-off. No luck. I squeezed my husband’s hand so tight, I’m surprised it didn’t turn blue. Every bump or ounce of turbulence I was like WHAT’S THAT, why is he going so fast, is that supposed to happen? Alhamdulillah we made it there safely with aching ears and boarded our connecting flight and got the same looks.

We got to St. Thomas, and man oh man was it hot. After waiting almost 2 hours for our rental car, we left for our hotel. We drove about 30 minutes through winding roads and steep hills and finally got there. The scariest part was that they drive on the left side over there and we kept forgetting and the reminder was the car coming straight at us. We got to our room and while the outside of the hotel was hideous, the room was nice. It had a private pool and high walls so no one could see in and was like a little 1 bedroom inside. But we were starving by then, so it was no time to swim. We went and ate steaks at a nearby restaurant overlooking the marina. Then we went to the grocery store for fruit and water. It was sooooo overpriced.  We only got bread, turkey, a gallon of water (since the 24 pack was $11.99), grapes, brisk iced tea, and two vitamin waters and it came to $60. After that, we just went back to the room and rested.

The next day we went to the nearby beach and put our feet, or for me my socks, in the water. We went home and got in the pool until about 11:30 and got out to get ready for jumuah. After a couple of u-turns we found the masjid on the island, Masjid Nur. I walked in, NO AIR CONDITIONER. Oh my gosh. But I met a very nice sister who was born and raised there. She said I was the first person she’d ever seen completely covered. We walked about how muslims on the island were and about her trips to the states. The khutbah was surprisingly very good. It was about taking account of yourself and making sure Islam is in your home. When it came time for salat, at least there was a fan on.

We left there, ate pizza hut (expensive as well) and got ready for the beach. When we got there, everyone stared, curious how I would get into the water, it made me really uncomfortable but I got over it after a while and jus focused on having a good time with my husband. We stayed for about an hour and then went to the room changed and took a ferry to St. John. We had dinner there, soooooo good, and walked around some before the next ferry came. It was night time and very loud so I din’t wanna stay out too long.

The next day we went to the most beautiful beach I’ve ever been at. Very few people so it wasn’t super crowded. The water was so clear and beautiful. To my own surprise, I went in so deep, I could barely stand up. We were in the water for probably almost 2 hours. My husband and I kept asking each other, “You ready to leave?”, hoping the other would say, “Just a little while longer.” LOL. After going to the room and changing we went out to eat and had to drive downa very steep and scary hill to get back home.

On sunday, we woke up, determined to go jet skiing. We got to the marina and waited for our jet ski to be ready to go. I knew I was scared of falling off in the ocean and some shark having me for dinner, but I didn’t realize how scared until we actually left the marina I felt so bad, I wouldn’t let my husband go more than 3 mph. When he went up to 7mph, I almost cried when the jet ski jumped over a wave. I was terrified. But him be the good hubby he is, just went slow and beared with me. Then we ate lunch and went into town to do some shopping. I got a dress and a pretty ring and wr got some souvenirs for our moms. Then we went home and got in the pool. After changing yet again we took the ferry again to St. John to eat, but when we got there we found out the restaurant we wanted to dine at, was closed on sundays so we took the back to St. Thomas and ate good ole wendy’s. Monday was check out day, so we packed up everything, went to the beach one more time just to look at the water (and almost get attacked by an iguana) and headed to the airport. NO AC in the airport. And one line for everyone to go through customs. That really sucked, especially in an abaya. So we get to the screening section and my husband realizes he still has the rental car key, so they tell him he has to give it to them himself. So I was alone, going through screening and of course I get pulled aside to have my hands checked for bomb and gun powder residue. Gee I wonder why, oh and of course to get padded down again. Excuse me for not wearing clothes so tight, you can count the change in my pocket. Of course the same looks at the gate as I waited for my husband. We boarded and the guy in front of me felt it necessary to look back at me between the seats every few minutes to see what I was doing, this was when he wasn’t slobbering his wife down like they were the only ones on the plane. Then when we connected a girl a couple of rows ver just stared and stared and stared until I had to just do the same and then I guess she got the message.

Great trip and much needed vacation. people in St. Thomas stared a lot, but hey what can I expect anymore but just that. At the airport was just downright annoying, talk about being profiled.