storiesofthesahabah
storiesofthesahabah:

Hey.
What do you first feel when you see dead pictures of people?
and how about seeing pictures of brutally killed people?
Now, what about seeing massacred and deformed bodies and faces of dead people?
Do not tell me, it’s anger, because you know its not the first thing you feel.
Opps, no, not sympathy, because you know its not the first thing that comes to your mind either, especially these people you see are not blood related to you.
Now it’s definitely not sorrow, so don’t tell me that, you know in yourself the first thing you feel when you see such pictures is “boorish” or anything near to that, as your first reaction is also turning your head to the other side or closing your eyes.
This is reality, and that is why it is never a practice of the Sahabah Radiyallahu Anhum to disclose or to show the body of a dead person. 
Who doesn’t know, Hamza Ibn Abdul Muttalib Radiyallahu Anhu, the uncle of the Prophet Muhammad Sallallahu Alaihi Wassalaam, the lion hunter, the lion of Allah?
Did you know how he died? How his body was slaughtered? Yet have you read in any narration that his body was shown to all the people? Let me tell you how this great man died..
[1] It was during the Battle of Uhud, March 22, 625 (3rd of Shawwal Year 3). He was 59 years old that time, and he was fighting together with the Prophet Muhammad Sallallahu Alaihi Wassalaam.
Jubayr Ibn Mut’im, a Quraish, bribed his Abyssinian slave Wahshi Ibn Harb freedom if he killed Hamza RA as revenge to the death of his uncle, Tumayma Ibn Ad’y. 
[2] When Wahshi threw his javelin it went through Hamza’s abdomen and killed him, He then slit open his stomach and brought his liver to Hind bint Utbah, the wife of Abu Sufyan whose father was killed by Hamza during the Battle of Badr.
[3] Hind chewed Hamza’s liver then spat it out, then she went and mutilated Hamza and made anklets, necklaces and pendants from his body and brought them and his liver to Makkah. 
You can just imagine the state of Hamza’s body when he died, when the Prophet Muhammad Sallallahu Alaihi Wassalaam found the body of his uncle, he shrouded it immediately. The state of his body was so severely deformed that the Prophet Muhammad Sallallahu Alaihi Wassalaam got concerned of letting his aunt who is the sister of Hamza, Saffiyah Bint Abdul Muttalib, to see it.
Just reading such description already affects our hearts so much already, so how much more when we see all these dead pictures?
Inna lillahi wa inna ilayhi raji’un.
These dead people are our children, our mothers, our sisters, our fathers, our brothers in faith.
We are taught in Islam to never disgrace other people, so what makes you think its right for us to disgrace them on the time of their death?
When you see a funeral of a Muslim person, do you see his body? No, you see him shrouded and covered in white cloth, cleansed.
Yes, we know that what is happening in Gaza, the massacre that is happening to our brothers and sisters in Islam across the globe is very disheartening and alarming, but is it enough reason for us to disgrace them? We cannot even help them, sometimes we cannot even make du’a for them, but we can spread their dead pictures around?
Yes, we can raise awareness by sharing other kinds of pictures, maybe remains of a shattered building or something, but not the dead bodies, the deformed bodies, bodies that are soaked in their own blood, that is just too much and it has to stop.
Just think about it, will you find it good if you see your own father or mother’s dead picture spreading around the internet, or your deformed children’s body? Let us respect their mourning.
For once, let us stop thinking about “so others will know” how about “how would their family feel”? Let us be sensitive.
I know we cannot stop the uploading of these images, but we can at least not become accomplice to it, stop the sharing, stop the reblogging. It’s not helping, we just burn the hearts of people who see it and in return make them feel intense pain and anger and then it provokes people to speak badly and ill which is not good for them.
I’m asking everyone to please understand what I am trying to point out here, and do forgive me if i have said anything wrong, but let us respect the dead.
_____
And we pray that Allah Azza Wa Jall enlightens all our hearts to raise our hands and make dua for these martyrs, our shaheeds. may they all roam around the gardens of Allah in Jannatul Firdaus.
Amin.
Zohayma
_____
F.N.
[1] Ibn Sa’ad, p. 4 [2] Ibn Sha’q, p.370 | Ibn Sa’ad, p. 4 [3] Ibn Sa’ad, p. 4

storiesofthesahabah:

Hey.

What do you first feel when you see dead pictures of people?

and how about seeing pictures of brutally killed people?

Now, what about seeing massacred and deformed bodies and faces of dead people?

Do not tell me, it’s anger, because you know its not the first thing you feel.

Opps, no, not sympathy, because you know its not the first thing that comes to your mind either, especially these people you see are not blood related to you.

Now it’s definitely not sorrow, so don’t tell me that, you know in yourself the first thing you feel when you see such pictures is “boorish” or anything near to that, as your first reaction is also turning your head to the other side or closing your eyes.

This is reality, and that is why it is never a practice of the Sahabah Radiyallahu Anhum to disclose or to show the body of a dead person.

Who doesn’t know, Hamza Ibn Abdul Muttalib Radiyallahu Anhu, the uncle of the Prophet Muhammad Sallallahu Alaihi Wassalaam, the lion hunter, the lion of Allah?

Did you know how he died? How his body was slaughtered? Yet have you read in any narration that his body was shown to all the people? Let me tell you how this great man died..

[1] It was during the Battle of Uhud, March 22, 625 (3rd of Shawwal Year 3). He was 59 years old that time, and he was fighting together with the Prophet Muhammad Sallallahu Alaihi Wassalaam.

Jubayr Ibn Mut’im, a Quraish, bribed his Abyssinian slave Wahshi Ibn Harb freedom if he killed Hamza RA as revenge to the death of his uncle, Tumayma Ibn Ad’y.

[2] When Wahshi threw his javelin it went through Hamza’s abdomen and killed him, He then slit open his stomach and brought his liver to Hind bint Utbah, the wife of Abu Sufyan whose father was killed by Hamza during the Battle of Badr.

[3] Hind chewed Hamza’s liver then spat it out, then she went and mutilated Hamza and made anklets, necklaces and pendants from his body and brought them and his liver to Makkah.

You can just imagine the state of Hamza’s body when he died, when the Prophet Muhammad Sallallahu Alaihi Wassalaam found the body of his uncle, he shrouded it immediately. The state of his body was so severely deformed that the Prophet Muhammad Sallallahu Alaihi Wassalaam got concerned of letting his aunt who is the sister of Hamza, Saffiyah Bint Abdul Muttalib, to see it.

Just reading such description already affects our hearts so much already, so how much more when we see all these dead pictures?

Inna lillahi wa inna ilayhi raji’un.

These dead people are our children, our mothers, our sisters, our fathers, our brothers in faith.

We are taught in Islam to never disgrace other people, so what makes you think its right for us to disgrace them on the time of their death?

When you see a funeral of a Muslim person, do you see his body? No, you see him shrouded and covered in white cloth, cleansed.

Yes, we know that what is happening in Gaza, the massacre that is happening to our brothers and sisters in Islam across the globe is very disheartening and alarming, but is it enough reason for us to disgrace them? We cannot even help them, sometimes we cannot even make du’a for them, but we can spread their dead pictures around?

Yes, we can raise awareness by sharing other kinds of pictures, maybe remains of a shattered building or something, but not the dead bodies, the deformed bodies, bodies that are soaked in their own blood, that is just too much and it has to stop.

Just think about it, will you find it good if you see your own father or mother’s dead picture spreading around the internet, or your deformed children’s body? Let us respect their mourning.

For once, let us stop thinking about “so others will know” how about “how would their family feel”? Let us be sensitive.

I know we cannot stop the uploading of these images, but we can at least not become accomplice to it, stop the sharing, stop the reblogging. It’s not helping, we just burn the hearts of people who see it and in return make them feel intense pain and anger and then it provokes people to speak badly and ill which is not good for them.

I’m asking everyone to please understand what I am trying to point out here, and do forgive me if i have said anything wrong, but let us respect the dead.

_____

And we pray that Allah Azza Wa Jall enlightens all our hearts to raise our hands and make dua for these martyrs, our shaheeds. may they all roam around the gardens of Allah in Jannatul Firdaus.

Amin.

Zohayma

_____

F.N.

[1] Ibn Sa’ad, p. 4
[2] Ibn Sha’q, p.370 | Ibn Sa’ad, p. 4
[3] Ibn Sa’ad, p. 4

olentaalla

olentaalla:

I went to the mall, and a little girl called me a terrorist. 

My name is Ela.  I am seventeen years old.  I am not Muslim, but my friend told me about her friend being discriminated against for wearing a hijab.  So I decided to see the discrimination firsthand to get a better understanding of what Muslim women go through. 

My friend and I pinned scarves around our heads, and then we went to the mall.  Normally, vendors try to get us to buy things and ask us to sample a snack.  Clerks usually ask us if we need help, tell us about sales, and smile at us.  Not today.  People, including vendors, clerks, and other shoppers, wouldn’t look at us.  They didn’t talk to us.  They acted like we didn’t exist.  They didn’t want to be caught staring at us, so they didn’t look at all. 

And then, in one store, a girl (who looked about four years old) asked her mom if my friend and I were terrorists.  She wasn’t trying to be mean or anything.  I don’t even think she could have grasped the idea of prejudice.  However, her mother’s response is one I can never forgive or forget.  The mother hushed her child, glared at me, and then took her daughter by the hand and led her out of the store. 

All that because I put a scarf on my head.  Just like that, a mother taught her little girl that being Muslim was evil.  It didn’t matter that I was a nice person.  All that mattered was that I looked different.  That little girl may grow up and teach her children the same thing. 

This experiment gave me a huge wakeup call.  It lasted for only a few hours, so I can’t even begin to imagine how much prejudice Muslim girls go through every day.  It reminded me of something that many people know but rarely remember: the women in hijabs are people, just like all those women out there who aren’t Muslim. 

People of Tumblr, please help me spread this message.  Treat Muslims, Jews, Christians, Buddhists, Hindus, Pagans, Taoists, etc., exactly the way you want to be treated, regardless of what they’re wearing or not wearing, no exceptions.  Reblog this.  Tell your friends.  I don’t know that the world will ever totally wipe out prejudice, but we can try, one blog at a time.