<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4202621817612685403</id><updated>2011-04-22T13:30:41.810+08:00</updated><category term='islamic'/><category term='al-muttaqin'/><category term='usrah'/><category term='yoga'/><category term='islam'/><category term='tauhid'/><category term='islamic ethics'/><category term='akhlaq'/><category term='youth'/><category term='muslims'/><category term='class'/><title type='text'>New Portal</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughaglasswindow.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4202621817612685403/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughaglasswindow.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Internship Troopers Member</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_hzSQKFBds2w/R7rQSBzIN8I/AAAAAAAAAFg/CicrIVR_ymM/S220/Hejab+Iran+Model+For+The+Year+2010.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4202621817612685403.post-1580455081956937166</id><published>2009-02-14T18:39:00.022+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T23:03:22.627+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='youth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='al-muttaqin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='usrah'/><title type='text'>Usrah</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;The meaning of usrah as in the,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;language is, Usrah = family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meaning is, Usrah = sharing of reminders&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah... Alhamdulillah Syukur as i was given the opportunity to lead usrah for YAQIN yesterday night. Not much time and knowledge that i was given.&lt;br /&gt;Kinda of feeling embarrass as the people that came was the people that i looked up to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such as Bro Adi, Ustaz Ahma Sdadiqin, a new sister that i met, Sis Nadzirah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*aww feeling honoured..Alhamdulillah...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The topic that i shared was on &lt;strong&gt;Sabar &amp;amp; Kesyukuran&lt;/strong&gt;.. "&lt;strong&gt;Patience &amp;amp; Grateful&lt;/strong&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the experiences and thoughts that was shared &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;(sorry if its in malay. do pm me if u need the english version) :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. There are 3 types of someone being patient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Patient in action, but still feeling frustrated in the heart&lt;br /&gt;* Patient in the heart, but feeling frustrated physically&lt;br /&gt;* Patient in both action and in the heart (redha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Points shared by : ~ By Sis Nadzirah &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Syukur atas syukur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Kita perlulah bersifat bersabar dalam kesenangan,&lt;br /&gt;bukan hanya bila dalam kesusahan sahaja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Situasi :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Seseorang apabila mendapat sesuatu, dia akan berasa bersyukur.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Jika tidak, dia akan bersabar (seperti seekor anjing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-Seseorang apabila tidak mendapat sesuatu, dia akan berasa bersyukur.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Jika ia, dia akan bersabar (sifat manusia sepatutnya)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Points shared by : ~ By Bro Ahmad Sdadiqin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;5. Tips shared : Keinginan yang minta dikabulkan,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-Buat solat malam untuk 40 hari terusan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-Baik dari semua aspek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Points shared by : ~ By Sis Hazwani&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;6. Apabila kita bersyukur, Allah akan tambah lebih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;7. Kesyukuran wujud dalam bentuk amal soleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Tiada usaha kecuali semua dicoba bungkus dgn kain kesabaran.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiada engkau melihat kedua2nya kecuali merupakan sebuah bentuk kebaikan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Last words.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Tabah terhadap segala dugaan,&lt;br /&gt;Syukuri nikmat,&lt;br /&gt;Lambang ketinggian iman umat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the post that shows my full presentations on &lt;a href="http://yaqinyouth.blogspot.com/2009/02/sabar-kesyukuran_13.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Sabar &amp;amp; Kesyukuran&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4202621817612685403-1580455081956937166?l=throughaglasswindow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughaglasswindow.blogspot.com/feeds/1580455081956937166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4202621817612685403&amp;postID=1580455081956937166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4202621817612685403/posts/default/1580455081956937166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4202621817612685403/posts/default/1580455081956937166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughaglasswindow.blogspot.com/2009/02/usrah.html' title='Usrah'/><author><name>nyonya_jambu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00350545286688804360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4202621817612685403.post-8067506106891920385</id><published>2008-11-06T08:28:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T18:35:50.626+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='islam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='islamic ethics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='akhlaq'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yesterday was my 1st day of Akhlaq Module for my SPIB (Sijil Pengajian Islam - Belia) class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recommended by Ustaz Abd Rahman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some videos regarding Akhlaq - Islamic Ethics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MLPN9es74Kw&amp;amp;hl=" fs="1&amp;amp;rel=" color1="0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=" border="1" width="425" height="349" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0QHctqKW5ao&amp;amp;hl=" fs="1&amp;amp;rel=" color1="0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=" border="1" width="425" height="349" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/L78tGKeknEs&amp;amp;hl=" fs="1&amp;amp;rel=" color1="0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=" border="1" width="425" height="349" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4202621817612685403-8067506106891920385?l=throughaglasswindow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughaglasswindow.blogspot.com/feeds/8067506106891920385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4202621817612685403&amp;postID=8067506106891920385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4202621817612685403/posts/default/8067506106891920385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4202621817612685403/posts/default/8067506106891920385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughaglasswindow.blogspot.com/2008/11/yesterday-was-my-1st-day-of-akhlaq.html' title=''/><author><name>nyonya_jambu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00350545286688804360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4202621817612685403.post-7919188264095411809</id><published>2008-11-04T19:43:00.021+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T21:58:49.290+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yoga'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='muslims'/><title type='text'>Yoga ban for Muslims in Malaysia?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;Reported earlier : from &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.asiaone.com/Health/News/Story/A1Story20081030-97064.html" target="http://www.asiaone.com/Health/News/Story/A1Story20081030-97064.html"&gt;asiaone health&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;align="right"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;KUALA LUMPUR, MALAYSIA&lt;/b&gt; - Muslims in Malaysia may be barred from practising yoga if they engage in Hindu '&lt;i&gt;religious elements&lt;/i&gt;' during the exercise, a top Islamic cleric said yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Harussani Zakaria, a controversial cleric from northern Perak, said the government-backed National Fatwa Council would soon release a decree, or fatwa, on whether Muslims would be allowed to practise yoga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'&lt;i&gt;If it involves any faith or religious elements, it is definitely not permissible. But if it is just a form of exercise, that is all right.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Muslims cannot practise yoga in its original form because it involves another religion,&lt;/i&gt;' he said in response to a call to ban Muslims from practising yoga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professor Zakaria Stapa, from the Islamic faculty of the National University of Malaysia, had said yoga could cause Muslims to '&lt;i&gt;deviate from their faith&lt;/i&gt;', news reports said yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muslims in Malaysia practise it as part of the growing urban lifestyle and it involved '&lt;i&gt;chanting mantras while in various positions&lt;/i&gt;', he said.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4202621817612685403-7919188264095411809?l=throughaglasswindow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughaglasswindow.blogspot.com/feeds/7919188264095411809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4202621817612685403&amp;postID=7919188264095411809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4202621817612685403/posts/default/7919188264095411809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4202621817612685403/posts/default/7919188264095411809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughaglasswindow.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post.html' title='Yoga ban for Muslims in Malaysia?'/><author><name>nyonya_jambu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00350545286688804360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4202621817612685403.post-7430273977581893144</id><published>2008-11-03T20:32:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T18:36:08.964+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='class'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tauhid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='islamic'/><title type='text'>A New Lesson</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h167/nyonya_jambu/tree.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yeah! I learnt this in my previous SPI-B  (Sijil Pengajian Islam - Belia) lesson for my Tauhid Module.&lt;br /&gt;This was the conclusion shared to the class by the facilitators on wrapping up the Tauhid Module.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A follow-up of the class group discussion which experiments with,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2 empty glasses, 1 glass 3/4 filled with water, and 2 pieces of white paper&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;It was already the last lesson for my Tauhid Module. Upcoming next will be my Akhlak module.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4202621817612685403-7430273977581893144?l=throughaglasswindow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughaglasswindow.blogspot.com/feeds/7430273977581893144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4202621817612685403&amp;postID=7430273977581893144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4202621817612685403/posts/default/7430273977581893144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4202621817612685403/posts/default/7430273977581893144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughaglasswindow.blogspot.com/2008/11/new-lesson.html' title='A New Lesson'/><author><name>Internship Troopers Member</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_hzSQKFBds2w/R7rQSBzIN8I/AAAAAAAAAFg/CicrIVR_ymM/S220/Hejab+Iran+Model+For+The+Year+2010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4202621817612685403.post-7415240129239667767</id><published>2008-09-04T17:05:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T22:04:34.909+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahlan Wa Sahlah Marhaban Ya Ramadhan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Bismillah hirrahman nirrahim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Barikillah Hummalana Fi Syahri Ramadhan"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alhamdulillah let's welcome the special month of Ramadhan of 1429 Hijrah.&lt;br /&gt;It's been a year since we left Ramadhan, and now a new month of Ramadhan is here again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its has been raining for the past few days and so is today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!---Eventhough the name Ramadhan as describe in arabic, it means the hot month, &lt;br /&gt;its been cold and wet in SG. The Northeast monsoon wind is blowing across the China Sea bringing alot of moisture to the SG.---&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the midst of undergoing training in the month of Ramadhan, its sad to say that we have lost one of our brother in Islam. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was merely 19 years old, when he was on the way to school, ITE Simei, in the afternoon, when he was hit by a taxi. Instead of giving a helping hand, the taxi sped away. An army lorry which was on the scene, stopped and offer a helping hand. They took down the taxi's plate no. and only Allah knows, what the return will be.&lt;br /&gt;The army personnel send our brother to SCH right away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He passed away at the hospital, due to a punctured neck from a metal piece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;||As reported to me. Allah knows best what had happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After waited for almost 24 hrs, he was finally returned to the family.&lt;br /&gt;Funeral preparations were made and he was peacefully send off at about almost 4pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Witnessing the scene at the funeral, awaiting for our brother's arrival, my heart was not at ease, eventhough i barely know him.&lt;br /&gt;Looking at his mom, younger brother, his aunt and his teacher&lt;br /&gt;(who is also my teacher) my heart dropped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All procedures went well. Alhamdulillah. =o)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Let's pray for him for peace in his grave and let's pray Allah will put him together with His Lovers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Points for me to ponder : &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Hes merely 19 years old, (much younger than i am, therefore less sins)&lt;br /&gt;2. Hes was on the way to school, (jihad for Allah)&lt;br /&gt;3. He passed away in the afternon, (in the state of fasting)&lt;br /&gt;4. He passed away in the month of Ramadhan, &lt;br /&gt;  (Heaven Doors are open, Punishments in the graves are stop)&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;!--those who died in Ramadhan will be on a dais---&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MasyaAllah. With those points above, its already too much to ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Allah firlahu warhamhu wa afihi wa fuanhu&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May Allah places him with the people that Allah loves.Insyaallah.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4202621817612685403-7415240129239667767?l=throughaglasswindow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughaglasswindow.blogspot.com/feeds/7415240129239667767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4202621817612685403&amp;postID=7415240129239667767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4202621817612685403/posts/default/7415240129239667767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4202621817612685403/posts/default/7415240129239667767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughaglasswindow.blogspot.com/2008/09/ahlan-wa-sahlah-marhaban-ya-ramadhan.html' title='Ahlan Wa Sahlah Marhaban Ya Ramadhan'/><author><name>Internship Troopers Member</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_hzSQKFBds2w/R7rQSBzIN8I/AAAAAAAAAFg/CicrIVR_ymM/S220/Hejab+Iran+Model+For+The+Year+2010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4202621817612685403.post-6319102533782948686</id><published>2008-08-09T22:46:00.018+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T22:03:00.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Introduction</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Salams to all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Prophet Muhammad (Peace be upon him), used to supplicate thus: "O Allah! Bless us during Rajab and Sha'ban, and let us reach Ramadan (in good health)."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we are in the valuable months of Islam, Rejab, Syaaban &amp; Ramadhan 1429H, I would like to refresh my memories and learn some useful histories in Islam. Not the normal histories that has my interest in, like the events of Israk Mikraj and the upcoming next, Nisfu Syaaban, but the ones that are new to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h167/nyonya_jambu/surah_al-Kahfi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h167/nyonya_jambu/surah_al-Kahfi.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We relate to thee story in truth: &lt;br /&gt;they were youths who believe in their Lord,&lt;br /&gt;and We advanced them in guidance:"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Youth, as im still a youth, i would like to reflect myself who i am as a youth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first youth that im introducing is, &lt;a href="http://throughaglasswindow.blogspot.com/2008/08/musab-ibn-umair.html"&gt;&lt;font color="#FF0000"&gt;Mus'ab ibn Umair&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4202621817612685403-6319102533782948686?l=throughaglasswindow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughaglasswindow.blogspot.com/feeds/6319102533782948686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4202621817612685403&amp;postID=6319102533782948686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4202621817612685403/posts/default/6319102533782948686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4202621817612685403/posts/default/6319102533782948686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughaglasswindow.blogspot.com/2008/08/introduction.html' title='Introduction'/><author><name>Internship Troopers Member</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_hzSQKFBds2w/R7rQSBzIN8I/AAAAAAAAAFg/CicrIVR_ymM/S220/Hejab+Iran+Model+For+The+Year+2010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4202621817612685403.post-4363447619504002889</id><published>2007-12-03T02:38:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T11:55:34.982+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Next Time You Think Life is Hard...Think Again</title><content type='html'>While reading this email, the content touches my heart.&lt;br /&gt;Posted here as follows :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;*After knowing Him we shouldn't forget ' &lt;br /&gt;God Never Made our Life Hard '*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He Says 'I believe that if you have the desire and passion to do&lt;br /&gt;something, and if it's God's will, you will achieve it in good time.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My name is Nick Vujicic and I was born without limbs and doctors have&lt;br /&gt;no medical explanation for this birth 'defect'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can imagine, I was faced with many challenges and obstacles.&lt;br /&gt;Their firstborn son had been born without limbs!&lt;br /&gt;There were no warnings or time to prepare themselves for it.&lt;br /&gt;The doctors were shocked and had no answers at all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is still no medical reason why this had happened and Nick now&lt;br /&gt;has a Brother and Sister who were born just like any other baby.&lt;br /&gt;I know that there is no such thing as luck, chance or coincidence that&lt;br /&gt;these 'bad' things happen in our life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had complete peace knowing that God won't let anything happen to us&lt;br /&gt;in our life unless God has a good purpose for it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now twenty-three years old and have completed a Bachelor of Commerce&lt;br /&gt;majoring in Financial Planning and Accounting.&lt;br /&gt;I am also a motivational speaker and love to go out and share my story and&lt;br /&gt;testimony wherever opportunities become available.&lt;br /&gt;I have developed talks to relate to and encourage students through topics that&lt;br /&gt;challenge today's teenagers. I am also a speaker in the corporate sector.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a passion for reaching out to youth and keep myself available for whatever&lt;br /&gt;God wants me to do, and wherever He leads, I follow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writing several best-selling books has been one of my dreams and I hope to&lt;br /&gt;finish writing my first by the end of the year. ?&lt;br /&gt;It will be called 'No Arms, No Legs, No Worries!' ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that if you have the desire and passion to do something, and&lt;br /&gt;if it's God's will, you will achieve it in good time.&lt;br /&gt;As humans, we continually put limits on ourselves for no reason at all!&lt;br /&gt;What's worse is putting limits on God who can do all things.&lt;br /&gt;We put God in a 'box'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The awesome thing about the Power of God, is that if we want to do something&lt;br /&gt;for God, instead of focusing on our capability, concentrate on our availability for&lt;br /&gt;we know that it is God through us and we can't do anything without God.&lt;br /&gt;Once we make ourselves available for God's work, guess whose capabilities&lt;br /&gt;we rely on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;God's!??&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ONLY FEAR IN LIFE IS THAT &lt;br /&gt;I FORGET HOW GOD HAS LED ME IN THE PAST!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And remember:&lt;br /&gt;WHEN YOU'RE BUSY JUDGING PEOPLE,&lt;br /&gt;YOU HAVE NO TIME TO LOVE THEM.--&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4202621817612685403-4363447619504002889?l=throughaglasswindow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughaglasswindow.blogspot.com/feeds/4363447619504002889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4202621817612685403&amp;postID=4363447619504002889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4202621817612685403/posts/default/4363447619504002889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4202621817612685403/posts/default/4363447619504002889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughaglasswindow.blogspot.com/2007/12/next-time-you-think-life-is-hardthink.html' title='Next Time You Think Life is Hard...Think Again'/><author><name>Internship Troopers Member</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_hzSQKFBds2w/R7rQSBzIN8I/AAAAAAAAAFg/CicrIVR_ymM/S220/Hejab+Iran+Model+For+The+Year+2010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4202621817612685403.post-6986966300500984162</id><published>2007-12-01T16:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T04:28:33.721+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"The mouth is best shut ,&lt;br /&gt;For when it seals the mind fires up,&lt;br /&gt;The heart beats in synchronising rhythm,&lt;br /&gt;The ears wide open to the very thoughts propelled in our minds.&lt;br /&gt;Listen with our heart, with our mind hear with our instincts...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hzSQKFBds2w/R1Eft9iBQLI/AAAAAAAAAE4/Sa6XH58y3Mw/s1600-R/notebook-budget-pen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138923524278272178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hzSQKFBds2w/R1Eft9iBQLI/AAAAAAAAAE4/ZwOz-PVibDM/s320/notebook-budget-pen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4202621817612685403-6986966300500984162?l=throughaglasswindow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughaglasswindow.blogspot.com/feeds/6986966300500984162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4202621817612685403&amp;postID=6986966300500984162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4202621817612685403/posts/default/6986966300500984162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4202621817612685403/posts/default/6986966300500984162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughaglasswindow.blogspot.com/2007/12/mouth-is-best-when-it-is-shut.html' title=''/><author><name>Internship Troopers Member</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_hzSQKFBds2w/R7rQSBzIN8I/AAAAAAAAAFg/CicrIVR_ymM/S220/Hejab+Iran+Model+For+The+Year+2010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hzSQKFBds2w/R1Eft9iBQLI/AAAAAAAAAE4/ZwOz-PVibDM/s72-c/notebook-budget-pen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4202621817612685403.post-3990527047015128310</id><published>2007-11-17T20:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T15:15:47.518+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mus'ab ibn 'Umair</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The pic as a display&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h167/nyonya_jambu/919718_me_walking_again_sunset.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h167/nyonya_jambu/919718_me_walking_again_sunset.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Mus'ab ibn 'Umair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;The First Envoy of Islam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Historians and narrators describe Mus'ab ibn 'Umair (son of 'Umair) as the most charming of the Makkans, the most handsome and youthful, the flower of the Quraish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was born and brought up in wealth, grew up with its luxuries, pampered by his parents, the talk of the ladies of Makkah, the jewel of its clubs and assemblies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One night, the youth went to the house of Al-Arqam Ibn Al-Arqam.&lt;br /&gt;There, the Prophet was meeting his companions, reciting the Quran to them and praying with them to Allah the Most Exalted. He listens to the Prophet reciting the Quran attentively. In the twinkling of an eye, the youth who had just become a Muslim appeared to have more wisdom than his age and a determination that would change the course of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mus'ab's mother was Khunaas Bint Maalik and people feared her because she possessed a strong personality. Mus'ab was satisfied with his faith and avoided the anger of his mother who had knowledge of his embracing Islam. He continued to frequent Daar Al-Arqam and take lessons from the Prophet. The news eventually reached his mother who was astonished by it. His mother took him to a rough corner of her house and shut him in it. She put shackles on him and imprisoned him there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mus'ab managed to delude his mother and her guards, and so he escaped and migrated to Abyssinia with his fellow emigrants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mus'ab became confident that his life had been good enough to be offered as a sacrifice to the Supreme Originator and great Creator. He went out one day to some Muslims while they were sitting around the Prophet, and no sooner did they see him than they lowered their heads and shed some tears because they saw him wearing wornout garments. They were accustomed to his former appearance before he had become a Muslim, when his clothes had been like garden flowers, elegant and fragrant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Prophet, peace be upon him, saw him with the eyes of wisdom, thankful and loving, and his lips smiled gracefully as he said, "I saw Mus'ab here, and there was no youth in Makkah more petted by his parents than he. Then he abandoned all that for the love of Allah and His Prophet!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His mother had withheld from him all the luxury he had been overwhelmed by. Her last connection with him was when she tried to imprison him for a second time after his return from Abyssinia.She knew the truth of his determination when he was intent and decided to do something, and so she bade him goodbye weeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Mus'ab left the great luxury in which he had been living. He became satisfied with a hard life he had never seen before, wearing the roughest clothes, eating one day and going hungry another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Prophet commissioned him to be his envoy to Al-Madinah.There were among the Companions of the Prophet at that time who older than Mus'ab and more prominent and nearer to the Prophet by family relations but the Prophet chose Mus'ab the Good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mus'ab Ibn 'Umair carried the standard on the Day of Uhud. When the Muslims were scattered, he stood fast until he met Ibn Quma'ah who was a knight. He struck him on his right hand and cut it off, but Mus'ab said, "And Muhammad is but a Messenger. Messengers have passed away before him" He carried the standard with his left hand and leaned on it. He struck his left hand and cut it off, and so he leaned on the standard and held it with his upper arms to his chest, all the while saying, "And Muhammad is but a Messenger. Messengers have passed away before him". Then a third one struck him with his spear, and the spear went through him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mus'ab fell and then the standard. He had thought that if he fell, he would be a stepping stone to the death of the Prophet because he would be without defence and protection. But he put himself in harm's way for the sake of the Prophet. Overpowered by his fear for and love of him, he continued to say with every sword stroke that fell on him from the foe, "And Muhammad is but a Messenger. Messengers have passed away before him" This verse was revealed later, after he had spoken it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the bitter battle, they found the corpse of the upright martyr lying with his face in the dust, as if he feared to look while harm fell to the Prophet. So he hid his face so that he would avoid the scene. Or perhaps, he was shy when he fell as a martyr, before making sure of the safety of the Prophet of Allah, and before serving to the very end, guarding and protecting him. The Prophet and his Companions came to inspect the scene of the battle and bid farewell to the martyrs. Pausing at Mus'ab's body, many tears dripped from the Prophet's eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Prophet stood at the remains of Mus'ab ibn 'Umair saying, while his eyes were flowing with tears, love and loyalty, "Among the believers are men who have been true to their covenant with Allah" (Surah Al-Ahzab 33:23)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he gave a sad look at the garment in which he was shrouded and said, "I saw you at Makkah, and there was not a more precious jewel, nor more distinguished one than you, and here you are bare-headed in a garment!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the Prophet looked at all the martyrs in the battlefield and said, "The Prophet of Allah witnesses that you are martyrs to Allah on the Day of Resurrection."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he gathered his living Companions around him and said, "O people, visit them, come to them, and salute them. By Allah, no Muslim will salute them but that they will salute him in return."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;em&gt;Adapted from "Men around the Messenger" by Khalid Muhammed Khalid&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To read more.... &lt;a href="http://www.islamtomorrow.com/articles/Musab_bin_Umair_envoy.htm" target="http://www.islamtomorrow.com/articles/Musab_bin_Umair_envoy.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;Click Here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4202621817612685403-3990527047015128310?l=throughaglasswindow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughaglasswindow.blogspot.com/feeds/3990527047015128310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4202621817612685403&amp;postID=3990527047015128310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4202621817612685403/posts/default/3990527047015128310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4202621817612685403/posts/default/3990527047015128310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughaglasswindow.blogspot.com/2008/08/musab-ibn-umair.html' title='Mus&apos;ab ibn &apos;Umair'/><author><name>Internship Troopers Member</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_hzSQKFBds2w/R7rQSBzIN8I/AAAAAAAAAFg/CicrIVR_ymM/S220/Hejab+Iran+Model+For+The+Year+2010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4202621817612685403.post-2264193914589435116</id><published>2007-01-18T11:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T11:59:20.127+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mus'ab ibn 'Umair</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The pic as a display&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h167/nyonya_jambu/919718_me_walking_again_sunset.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h167/nyonya_jambu/919718_me_walking_again_sunset.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Mus'ab ibn 'Umair&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#FFFF00"&gt;The First Envoy of Islam&lt;/font&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Historians and narrators describe Mus'ab ibn 'Umair (son of 'Umair) as the most charming of the Makkans, the most handsome and youthful, the flower of the Quraish! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was born and brought up in wealth, grew up with its luxuries, pampered by his parents, the talk of the ladies of Makkah, the jewel of its clubs and assemblies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The youth heard one day about Muhammad the Truthful sent by Allah as bearer of glad tidings and a warner to call them to the worship of One God. When Makkah slept and awoke, there were no other talk but the Prophet and his religion and this spoiled boy was one of the most attentive listeners. That was because, although he was young, the outward appearance of wisdom and common sense were among the traits of Mus'ab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He went one night to the house of Al-Arqam Ibn Al-Arqam, yearning and anxious. There, the Prophet was meeting his Companions, reciting the Quran to them and praying with them to Allah the Most Exalted.Mus'ab had hardly taken his seat and contemplated the verses of the Quran recited by the Prophet when his heart became the promised heart that night. The pleasure almost flung him from his seat as he was filled with a wild ecstasy. But the Prophet patted his throbbing heart with his blessed right hand, and the silence of the ocean's depth filled his heart. In the twinkling of an eye, the youth who had just become Muslim appeared to have more wisdom than his age and a determination that would change the course of time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mus'ab's mother was Khunaas Bint Maalik and people feared her almost to the point of terror because she possessed a strong personality. Mus'ab was satisfied with his faith and avoided the anger of his mother who had knowledge of his embracing Islam. He continued to frequent Daar Al-Arqam and take lessons from the Prophet. The news eventually reached his mother who was astonished by it. His mother aimed a heavy blow on him. However, his mother, under the pressure of her motherliness, spared him the beating and the pain, although it was within her power to avenge her gods whom he had abandoned. Instead, she took him to a rough corner of her house and shut him in it. She put shackles on him and imprisoned him there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mus'ab heard the news of the emigration of some of the believers to Abyssinia and managed to delude his mother and his guards, and so escaped to Abyssinia with his fellow emigrants. Later, he returned to Makkah and emigrated again for the second time under the advice of the Prophet. Mus'ab became confident that his life had been good enough to be offered as a sacrifice to the Supreme Originator and great Creator. He went out one day to some Muslims while they were sitting around the Prophet, and no sooner did they see him than they lowered their heads and shed some tears because they saw him wearing wornout garments. They were accustomed to his former appearance before he had become a Muslim, when his clothes had been like garden flowers, elegant and fragrant. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Prophet, peace be upon him, saw him with the eyes of wisdom, thankful and loving, and his lips smiled gracefully as he said, "I saw Mus'ab here, and there was no youth in Makkah more petted by his parents than he. Then he abandoned all that for the love of Allah and His Prophet!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His mother had withheld from him all the luxury he had been overwhelmed by, when she could not return him to her religion. Her last connection with him was when she tried to imprison him for a second time after his return from Abyssinia, and he swore that if she did that, he would kill all those who came to her aid to lock him up. She knew the truth of his determination when he was intent and decided to do something, and so she bade him goodbye weeping. When she said to him, "Go away, I am no longer your mother," Mus'ab went close to her and said, "O Mother, I am advising you and my heart is with you, please bear witness that there is no God but Allah and that Muhammad is His servant and messenger." She replied to him, angrily raging, "By the stars, I will never enter your religion, to degrade my status and weaken my senses!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Mus'ab left the great luxury in which he had been living. He became satisfied with a hard life he had never seen before, wearing the roughest clothes, eating one day and going hungry another. This spirit, which was grounded in the strongest faith, adorned with the light of Allah, made him another man, one who appeals to the eyes of other great souls. While he was in this state, the Prophet commissioned him with the greatest mission of his life, which was to be his envoy to Al-Madinah. His mission was to instruct the Ansar who believed in the Prophet and had pledged their allegiance to him at 'Aqabah, to call others to Islam, and to prepare Al-Madinah for the day of the great Hijrah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were among the Companions of the Prophet at that time who older than Mus'ab and more prominent and nearer to the Prophet by family relations but the Prophet chose Mus'ab the Good. Mus'ab was equal to the task and trust which Allah had given him and he was equipped with an excellent mind and noble character. He won the hearts of the Madinites with his piety, uprightness and sincerity. And so they embraced the religion of Allah in flocks. At the time the Prophet sent him there, only 12 Muslims had pledged allegiance to the Prophet. During the next pilgrimage season, a few months after that, the Madinite Muslims sent a delegation of 70 believing men and women to Makkah to meet the Prophet. They came with their teacher and their Prophet's envoy, Mus'ab Ibn 'Umair. Mus'ab had proven, by his good sense and excellence, that the Prophet knew well how to choose his envoys and teachers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The days and years passed by. The Prophet and his Companions emigrated to Al-Madinah, and the Quraish were raging with envy and the Battle of Badr took place, in which they were taught a lesson and lost their strong hold. After that, they prepared themselves for revenge and thus came the Battle of Uhud. The Prophet chose Mus'ab to bear the standard and he advanced and carried it. The terrible battle was raging, the fighting furious. The archers disregarded the orders of the Prophet by leaving their positions on the mountain when they saw the polytheists withdrawing as if defeated. But this act of theirs soon turned the victory of the Muslims to defeat. The Muslims were taken at unawares by the cavalry of the Quraish at the mountain top, and many Muslims were killed by the swords of the polytheists as a consequence. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they saw the confusion and horror splitting the ranks of the Muslims, the polytheists concentrated on the Prophet of Allah to finish him off. Mus'ab saw the impending threat, so he raised the standard high, shouting, "Allahu Akbar! Allah is the Greatest!" like the roar of a lion. He turned and jumped left and right, fighting and killing the foe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All he wanted was to draw the attention of the enemy to himself in order to turn their attention away from the Prophet. He thus became as a whole army in himself. Nay, Mus'ab went alone to fight as if he were an army of giants raising the standard in sanctity with one hand, striking with his sword with the other. But the enemies were multiplying on him. They wanted to step on his corpse so that they could find the Prophet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us allow a living witness to describe for us the last scene of Mus'ab the Great. Ibn Sa'd said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ibrahim ibn Muhammad related from his father, who said: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mus'ab Ibn 'Umair carried the standard on the Day of Uhud. When the Muslims were scattered, he stood fast until he met Ibn Quma'ah who was a knight. He struck him on his right hand and cut it off, but Mus'ab said, "And Muhammad is but a Messenger. Messengers have passed away before him" He carried the standard with his left hand and leaned on it. He struck his left hand and cut it off, and so he leaned on the standard and held it with his upper arms to his chest, all the while saying, "And Muhammad is but a Messenger. Messengers have passed away before him". Then a third one struck him with his spear, and the spear went through him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mus'ab fell and then the standard. Nay, the cream of martyrdom had fallen! He fell after he had struggled for the sake of Allah in the great battle of sacrifice and faith. He had thought that if he fell, he would be a stepping stone to the death of the Prophet because he would be without defence and protection. But he put himself in harm's way for the sake of the Prophet. Overpowered by his fear for and love of him, he continued to say with every sword stroke that fell on him from the foe, "And Muhammad is but a Messenger. Messengers have passed away before him" This verse was revealed later, after he had spoken it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the bitter battle, they found the corpse of the upright martyr lying with his face in the dust, as if he feared to look while harm fell to the Prophet. So he hid his face so that he would avoid the scene. Or perhaps, he was shy when he fell as a martyr, before making sure of the safety of the Prophet of Allah, and before serving to the very end, guarding and protecting him. The Prophet and his Companions came to inspect the scene of the battle and bid farewell to the martyrs. Pausing at Mus'ab's body, many tears dripped from the Prophet's eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Khabbaab ibn Al-Arat narrated: We emigrated with the Prophet for Allah's cause, so our reward became due with Allah. Some of us passed away without enjoying anything in this life of his reward, and of them was Mus'ab ibn 'Umair, who was martyred on the Day of Uhud. He did not leave behind anything except a sheet of shredded woolen cloth. If we covered his feet with it, his head was uncovered, and if we covered his feet with it, his head was uncovered. The Prophet said to us, "Cover his head with it and put lemon grass over his feet." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Prophet stood at the remains of Mus'ab ibn 'Umair saying, while his eyes were flowing with tears, love and loyalty, "Among the believers are men who have been true to their covenant with Allah" (&lt;em&gt;Surah Al-Ahzab 33:23&lt;/em&gt;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he gave a sad look at the garment in which he was shrouded and said, "I saw you at Makkah, and there was not a more precious jewel, nor more distinguished one than you, and here you are bare-headed in a garment!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the Prophet looked at all the martyrs in the battlefield and said, "The Prophet of Allah witnesses that you are martyrs to Allah on the Day of Resurrection." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he gathered his living Companions around him and said, "O people, visit them, come to them, and salute them. By Allah, no Muslim will salute them but that they will salute him in return." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace be on you, O Mus'ab. 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