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Trail of thought …
Posted under Random by Radiant LightI’m known for my never ending questions and inquisitive statements but as of late its been unrelenting (I’m sure a few people will testify to that).
Its one of those things I can’t help, I feel like one of my kids at times, the little one who always has a never ending array of questions.
Yet when I actually sit with the people who can answer my questions I tend to forget most of them, class ain’t it!
Anyway I was thinking about this now (at 6am on a Sunday morning), and remembered madrassah, my fellow class members would get me to ask questions to have a time out during duroos!
That trail of thought lead me to think about a recent post on Br Naeems blog, I think one of the main experiences in learning ilm, and one we benefited from greatly was the true essence of sisterhood found when sitting in a class.
These are sisters who you have to spend at least 3+ hrs a day with for 6 days a week for 6 years, it may seem less, but this duroos isn’t like that of the secular education, its of a whole new level. These sisters become like a family, you have your ups and your downs (mood swings an all!), but soon enough once you have to leave it behind it becomes one of the greatest experiences, one of those that you know you won’t ever have again.
I think the main reason is that the ilm it changes a persons life, and going through something like that, the people you learnt with also become a special part of it. The love for the sake of Allah 
, being in a place for His sake, He puts barakah into it .
Then that lead me to think of sisters whom one studies with but choose a complete different path to the one you spent 6 years learning.
Deep down they have the ilm, yet what stops a person from acting upon it? Everyone has a conscience and knows right from wrong, you can pin it on shaytaan but the issue starts from within.
There must be a seed that shaytaan plays on to begin with.
I don’t look down upon these sisters of mine, but my heart hurts for them. Like watching a close family member voluntarily hurt themselves, you know they have great good beneath only if they cared to see themselves.
This post may not make sense to many … but to all the Jamia girls it will :)
Duas Requested
Ma’assalam
Allah
(SWT) has given human beings the tendency to forget things, and also ability to recollect happenings & things. Subhan’Allah 
! With the mechanism of forgetfulness, our cognitive senses are lightened, and we feel at ease. When Allah 
(SWT) wills, we recall in sequence or randomly.
Certainly, ‘ilm’ alters a person’s personality, nature and life. But, on the whole, what one attains ‘ilm’ even after scores of years is like a speck of water, from the seas. So, even after becoming a scholar, and putting years in discourse, a scholar yet remains on the path of learning.
You may recall the inspiring incident of Imam Sha’afi’s (RA). When, at the directives of his old mother, he gives away all the gifts received from Imam Malik (RA) to the citizens of Makkah. And, seated on a camel (along with his mother), he moves ahead towards his home.
Suddenly, the belt falls down from his hand, and a passing woman slave, picks up and hands it over to him. He puts his hand in his pocket, takes few dirhams, and gives it to the woman. Looking at this, his mother asks whether he still have money. He humbly nods, and says that he has kept few dirhams for household expenses. She says to give those away to that woman. He obediently follows her instruction.
After reaching home, the mother of Imam Sha’afi (RA) praises Allah
(SWT) for having fulfilled her longing…that is, for making Imam Sha’afi a Hafiz, and then a Muhad’dis under the tutelage of Imam Malik (RA). And then, she turns to Imam Sha’afi and says “O son! Allah 
(SWT) who has given us yesterday will also give us tomorrow”.
When Imam Sha’afi (RA) hears these words from his old, illiterate mother, he becomes motionless, and saysto himself that even after years of attaining ‘ilm’, and becoming a religious scholar and Muhad’dis, I haven’t attained that level of piety, which that I have witnessed of my old mother.
Br. Abdul Jawad
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