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Nûh al-Aswad narrates:

‘I saw a woman who would frequent the circles of Abû ‘Abdillah al-Burâthî and sit and listen to his words; she would never speak nor ask in regards to anything, so one day I asked her ‘May Allâh have mercy upon you! How is it that I never see you speaking nor asking any questions?’

She replied ‘To speak little is better than speaking more, except when it is regarding the Dhikr of Allâh for the silent one is more accepting of advice, and you will not receive advice except from somebody who advises himself’. ‘O my Brother! The key point is: if Allâh has ordained obedience for you then he has wished Mercy for you, and if you choose to follow the path of the Deniers, then when you find yourself in the groups of the losers tomorrow…do not blame except yourself!’”

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Dear sister, our role models come from the Qur’an. You may have heard the story of the boy and the king. When the entire village became Muslim by the death of that young boy, the king ordered that an enormous fire be kindled and all those who would not recant their religion be burned alive. A mu’minah, stood with her baby over the fire. She looked at her baby, and seeking her child’s weakness and innocence, she considered turning her back. The baby said to her, “What are you waiting for mother. Go forward, for you are on the truth!” She nodded. Then, with her baby in hand, she was pushed to her death.

وَمَا نَقَمُوا مِنْهُمْ إِلَّا أَن يُؤْمِنُوا بِاللَّهِ الْعَزِيزِ الْحَمِيدِ
الَّذِي لَهُ مُلْكُ السَّمَاوَاتِ وَالْأَرْضِ وَاللَّهُ عَلَى كُلِّ شَيْءٍ شَهِيدٌ


And they ill-treated them for no other reason than that they believed in Allah, exalted in power, worthy of all praise! / Him to Whom belongs the dominion of the heavens and the earth! And Allah is witness to all things (Al-Buruj 85/8-9).

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One of these women was Aasiyah, the wife of Fir’own. Her eman in Allah thrived under the shadow of someone who said, “I am your Lord, Most High!” When news reached Fir’own of his wife’s eman, he beat her and commanded his guards to beat her. They took her out in the scalding noon heat, tied her hands and feet, and beat her perpetually. Who did she turn to? She turned to Allah! She prayed, “My Lord, build for me a home with you in Paradise, save me from Fir’own and his deeds, and save me from the transgressive people.”

It was narrated that when she said this, the sky opened for her and she saw her home in Paradise. She smiled. The guards watched astonished – she’s being tortured and she smiles? Frustrated, Fir’own commanded a boulder to be brought and dropped on Aasiyah to crush her to death. But Allah took her soul before the boulder was brought and she became an example for all the believing men and women till the end of time:

وَضَرَبَ اللَّهُ مَثَلًا لِّلَّذِينَ آمَنُوا اِمْرَأَةَ فِرْعَوْنَ إِذْ قَالَتْ رَبِّ ابْنِ لِي عِندَكَ بَيْتًا فِي الْجَنَّةِ وَنَجِّنِي مِن فِرْعَوْنَ وَعَمَلِهِ وَنَجِّنِي مِنَ الْقَوْمِ الظَّالِمِينَ


And Allah has set forth an example for those who believe: the wife of Fir’own [Pharaoh] when she said, “My Lord, Build for me a home with You in Paradise, and save me from Fir’own and his deeds, and save me from the transgressive [disbelieving people] (At-Tahreem 66/11).

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When news of the Christian army that had prepared on the horizons to wipe out Islam reached Abu Qudaamah Ash-Shaamee, he moved quickly to the mimbar of the masjid. In a powerful and emotional speech, Abu Qudaamah ignited the desire of the community to defend their land – jihaad for the sake of Allah. As he left the masjid, walking down a dark and secluded alley, a woman stopped him and said, “As salamu alaykum wa Rahmatullaah!” Abu Qudaamah stopped and did not answer. She repeated her salam again, adding “this is not how pious people should act.” She stepped forward from the shadows. “I heard you in the masjid encouraging the believers to go for jihaad and all I have is this…” She handed him two long braids. “It can be used for a horse rein. Perhaps Allah may write me as one of those who went for jihaad.”

The next day as that Muslim village set out to confront the crusader army, a young boy ran through the gathering and stood at the hooves of Abu Qudaamah’s horse. “I ask you by Allah to allow me to join the army.”

Some of the elder fighters laughed at the boy. “The horses will trample you,” they said.

But Abu Qudaamah looked down into his eyes as he asked again, “I ask you by Allah, let me join.”

Abu Qudaamah then said, “On one condition; if you are killed you will take me with you to Jannah amongst those you will be allowed to intercede for.”

That young boy smiled. “It’s a promise.”

When the two armies met and the fighting intensified, the young boy on the back of Abu Qudaamah’s horse asked, “I ask you by Allah to give me 3 arrows.”

“You’ll lose them,” said Abu Qudaamah.

The boy repeated, “I ask you by Allah to give me them.”

Abu Qudaamah gave him the arrows and the boy took aim. “Bismillah!” The arrow flew and killed a Roman. “Bismillah!” The second arrow flew, killing a second Roman. “Bismillah!” The third arrow flew, killing a third Roman. An arrow then struck the boy in the chest, knocking him off the horse. Abu Qudaamah jumped down to his side, reminding the boy in his final breaths, “Don’t forget the promise!”

The boy reached into his pocket, extracted a pouch and said, “Please return this to my mother.”

“Who’s your mother?” asked Abu Qudaamah.

“The women that gave you the braids yesterday.”

Think about this Muslimah. How did she reach this level of taqwa where she would sacrifice her hair and her son? Indeed, she spent her life in the obedience of Allah, and when exam time came, she passed. Not only did she pass herself, but her children shone with that same beauty of eman; children that she herself raised.

from “how a pearl develops: a khutbah for muslim women

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Muhammad bin Sulaymân al-Qurashî narrates:

“Whilst I was walking along the streets of Yemen I came across a boy standing in the street, he was wearing two earrings; each earring held a precious gem whose sparkle illuminated the young mans face.

He was praising his Rabb with couplets of poetry and I heard him say the following verse:

He is the King in the sky, Due to him is my Pride
The one of Powerful Decree, Nought is hidden from him

I went near to him and greeted him to which he replied ‘I shall not return until you fulfil my Haq (right) upon you!’

I replied ‘…And what is your right?’

He said ‘I am a boy on the Madhhab of Ibrâhîm al-Khalîl (‘alayhis salâm), I do not have neither lunch or supper every day until I have walked a mile or two miles in the search of a guest’. I accepted this invitation of his and he welcomed me as his guest.

I walked alongside him until we reached a tent built of animal hairs. As we neared the tent the boy called out ‘O Sister!’ A young woman replied from inside the tent in the affirmative, he replied ‘Attend to our guest’,

The young woman replied ‘I swear I shall not until I have praised the Lord who was the means of this guest coming to us’, she then rose up and prayed two Rak’ât of Shukr for Allâh ‘azza wa jall.

The boy entered me into the tent and made me sit; he then got a blade and proceeded to sacrifice a she-goat, whilst I sat in the tent I happened to glance upon one of the most beautiful faces I had seen! I continued to discreetly steal glances at her, until she became aware of my attention directed towards her. She said: ‘Tsk (a means of rebuke), Do you not know that it has been narrated to us by the master of Yâthrib (Peace and Blessings be Upon Him) that “the Zinâ of the two eyes is the glance” By saying this I do not mean to rebuke you rather I intend to discipline you so that you do not do this again’

When it was time to sleep the young man and I spent the night outside of the tent whilst the young woman remained inside, I heard the murmuring of the recitation of the Qur’ân in the sweetest and most delicate voice the whole night, when I woke up I asked the young man, “Who had been reciting?” he replied ‘That was my sister she stays awake all night till the morning’ so I said ‘O Boy! You are more worthy of engaging in this action than your sister! Are you not a man and she a woman?’

He smiled in return and said:

‘Woe unto you! Do you not know that it is He grants success and forsakes others?’”

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Muhammad bin Bakâr narrates:

In Makkah we had an astute female ‘Abidah (worshipper) and none would pass by her except that they would find her crying. It was once said to her ‘We see you in such a state that we have seen no other in, if you have an illness we will attempt to cure you.’

She began to weep and replied “Who can cure me of this illness? For nothing wounds my heart except the thought of gaining this ailments cure, Is it not a wonder I live amongst you whilst my heart burns with an inextinguishable flame; the longing of my Lord Most High? It will remain inextinguishable until I meet the Doctor, He who is the creator of this sickness, and as for the cure of my heart this lengthy sorrow has taken its toll and matured it so I now find no fortune in my crying.”

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Mâlik bin Dînâr narrates:

‘I saw a woman in Makkah who had the most beautiful of eyes, in fact so beautiful that even the women would flock to see her.’

She began crying and was asked ‘Why do you weep? Have you become blind?’

She replied: “If I am to be from the people of Paradise; Allâh will replace these two eyes of mine with eyes that are more beautiful, and if I am from the people of Fire; then they will be even more wretched than these.” she then continued to cry until she lost sight in one of her eyes.

May Allâh have mercy upon her

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