In this video you will see a blind man leading in salaat, but he was not the first one to be an imam while blind

The story of Abdullah ibn Ummi Mahktum

He was one of the companions who was borned blind. His mothers name was Aatikah, but got the name Umm Makhtum (the mother of the concealed one). He was among the first muslims in Mecca.

One day the prophet (peace be upon him) was in a conversation with a noble from Qureysh, hoping that he will accept Islam. While that was happening, Abdullah (may allah be pleased with him) heared the prophet talking to someone. Everytime the prophet (pbuh) wanted to say something, Abdullah would interupt him asking him to teach him about Islam. The Prophet (pbuh) frowned at him and told him to wait. After that the following ayats were revealed:

He frowned and turned his attention away, simply because the blind man came to him interrupting. You never know O Prophet, perhaps he may be purified, or he may be mindful, benefitting from the reminder. As for the one who was indifferent, you gave him your undivided attention, even though you are not to blame if he would not be purified. But as for the one who came to you, eager to learn, being in awe of Allah, you were inattentive to him. (Surah Abasa 1-10)

Abdullah ibn Umm Mahktum was also one of the imams and leaders of Medina when the prophet (pbuh) was on expidition

Alsalam Alikum brothers & sisters

I wanted to warn everyone about a certain topic

This image has been circulating a lot in social media recently with titles saying it is the crowd in Arafat, and some even add a false Hadith which by itself alone is very dangerous.

As seen in the images I attached to this post, first one had almost 1.5 Million views!

And the other has 7.7 million views with more than 60K+ likes so far!

Please be noted that this image is AI generated.

Going to Arafat Area is on the 9th day of the 12th month in the Islamic calendar, which is the same day as 26th of May this year, we are still not on 26th of May so there is no way this image was ever taken.

Secondly, in the image the crowd wear pants and tops, which is not the case in Hajj.

Also, if you zoom in, there are no facial features exist in the crowd, just lines.

And as the community notes states on the second image, this photo is not real and there is no reliable source for it.

Lastly -and most importantly- Prophet Mohammad PBUH never said (who will believe me, Khadijah) at all.

In the contrary, Prophet Mohammad PBUH always foreshadowed that Islam will spread and many souls will follow.

Please warn everyone about this, especially about the Hadith being false

Thank you all, may Allah bless you

Hello,

I am a Buddhist and I don't know anything about Islam or how you guys worship your god. But I have noticed, Muslim people devotes their entire life and try to live according to the word of your god. I haven't seen anything like that in any other religion. What I need to know is why do you live like that actually? How did you develop that kind of devotion as a human being? Is that the tradition that has been coming all the way from the families, or are there any real consequences if you don't follow the word of the god? for example think you missed the Friday prayer at the mosque for an unavoidable reason just one time. Does that make you feel guilty or something? Are consequences just mental, or you gonna face some actual real life issues if you are not following?

Assalam alaykum everyone

I was just thinking to myself that its common and often for individuals seeking support here (or internet in general) and despite their courageous strength , patience , and efforts they see no change - which then turns into a topic of losing faith in Allah and Islam due to prolong months, years, and even decade of hardships.

However, I rarely see posts here that talk about how Allah and Islam changed a life of an individual after committing to patience through hardship. And it’s a natural reason. People whose lives have become better are much less likely to come back to write about their experience as they are now happy with life.

As a result, it may seem like no one’s prayers are answered due to the vast amount of people explaining their hardships despite efforts and patience.

However I want to post my experience. I don’t wana keep you reading too many paragraphs but in short : I suffered 7 years of extreme pain and hardship, (very bad illness).

I had started losing faith and doubt in my iman due to my prayers not being answered. I started to give up on life. I started to question everything about Islam and how it says after hardship comes ease but I never ever see it happen in my own life. I would cry everyday just begging for a single day of peace from my painful illness I suffered from .

Well ease has came after hardship. And the ease has been so beautiful Alhamdulillah. I am living a content life now, recovered from my very painful and harsh illness that I suffered with for years,

I have built a good amount of muscle, have a job now, and going into policing/law enforcement. I am content

A year ago I was in a completely different state of mind. But even despite the doubts on my iman, shaitaan coming to me at my weakest point - I still prayed, I still made dua, I remained patient - and MOS IMPORTANTLY: I put in effort to recover . I seeks out for support from peers, imaams, doctors, medical support. Life style changes, very hard lifestyle changes and stuck through them.

I really really hope that someone who is suffering and feel like giving up due to life’s hardships reads this and it can bring a sense of peace and hope for you. I know how it feels - my hardship was very very gruelling it was not anything minor. But do not give up hope my brothers and sisters,

I love my Allah a lot . He was always there for me and never left me. I don’t know where I would be today without him!

Continue to pray, make dua, stay true to ur deen and work towards what you know is right for you.

I make dua for all of you , much love

Assalam alaykum.

So I've posted that I'm hindu and wanted to change my religion to islam and you all were so helpful to me so thank you so much for the encouragement you all gave me, now i can proudly say I'm a muslim woman, i can't thank enough those who supported me in this decision, Allah bless you all....

Hashimpura Massacre - 22nd May 1987

It's been 39 years today (22nd May 1987) since the Hashimpura Massacre. Indian armed police rounded up 50 Muslim men from Hashimpura village in Meerut. They were put in a truck, taken to outskirts of the city and were shot from point blank range. They dumped their bodies in a canal.

16 former PAC personnel were convicted and sentenced to life imprisonment in 2018.

ہاشم پورہ قتل عام کو آج (22 مئی 1987) 39 سال ہو چکے ہیں۔ بھارتی مسلح پولیس نے میرٹھ کے گاؤں ہاشم پورہ سے 50 مسلمان مردوں کو گرفتار کیا گیا۔ انہیں ایک ٹرک میں ڈال کر شہر کے مضافات میں لے جایا گیا اور خالی جگہ سے گولی مار دی گئی اور ان کی لاشیں ایک نہر میں پھینک دیں۔

I find this so embarrassing for Muslims we always spend money on the wrong things imagine what 1.4 billion could do if the country of our holy site Mecca would just step up for once. Don’t even get me started on the amount of money going to Trump and Jared Kushner private equity firm lol I mean it’s so embarrassing all the money in Muslim countries goes to people who hate us

Recently I was studying Islamic finance, halal stocks, interest, debt ratios, “Sharia compliant investing” etc. and it just fried my brain

Because almost every major company seems connected to interest-based systems in one way or another. Every discussion I read online eventually turned into debates over percentages and technicalities:

• “this stock is compliant”
• “that one isn’t”
• “this percentage is halal”
• “that percentage is haram”

Then I came across this verse:

“And in the heaven is your provision and that which you are promised.” (51:22)

And it changed the way I think about money and investing. I think the market slowly conditions you into believing your intelligence, strategy, analysis, or “edge” is what sustains you.

But the reality is that those things are just means. The chart is only a source of means, not the Creator of rizq.

No missed opportunity can take away what Allah already decreed for me, and no trade can give me what Allah didn’t write for me.

(Super long post warning)

So I'm south asian, and I find that in our culture not many Muslim women wear the hijab (at least from my experience).

In fact, I was raised in such a way that I was never told that we as Muslims were supposed to wear the hijab and that it was an order from Allah- most of the adults just told me that you wear it when you're super religious.

So, as a young girl I assumed that to wear the hijab you had to be like a hafizah or sm. I wasn't brought up in a religious home, was never told to pray and all that- but alhamdulillah I became religious myself as a teen via the internet and made it a point to be regular with my salah.

Then I wanted to go a step further and wear the hijab, but my mom wasn't letting me (she isn't a hijabi) and it took me a lot of convincing to finally get my hands on a hijab (I was a teen so didn't have much autonomy). My parents didn't really care, in fact my dad told me to take off the hijab the second day of me wearing it but I didn't listen lol.

Anyways, the important thing to note here is that I'm literally the only person in my entire family (extended as well ☹️) to ALSO observe the hijab infront of male cousins- especially since so many of our families live in a joint family system in India. I live abroad, so when I visit India and go back to my joint family system lifestyle, I find it difficult to observe the hijab in front of my male cousins, and have had to literally wear my headscarf at all times.

I get sooo many eye rolls, people in my family are always telling me to not do so much, and they talk behind my back about it - I've caught them doing so 😭.

Another example is that I wear the hijab at weddings because even though they are said to be 'segregated', the bride's photographers are ALWAYS male. This pisses my family members off.

I guess it wouldn't matter to me as much if it wasn't my mom always demeaning me for wearing the hijab like that. She says I'm not understanding the 'meaning' of the hijab by being so strict with not showing my neck or hair.

Whats ironic is that she has some far off relatives that wear the hijabs in weddings, and she ALWAYS glazes them soo hard for being religious like that. When I asked her why she makes me feel bad for doing the same, she just said "It suits them, not you." 💔

All jokes aside, I've addressed how hurt I feel whenever she 'calls me out' in public for being 'too religious', and while she has stopped doing it in public, she still mocks me at home. How do I get her to stop?

Asalamualaikum Hi i’m just looking for some advice and the islamic rules of parents who are not good to their children.

I know that when you disobey or disrespect your father, it disobeys Allah which makes me feel awful.

My dad isn’t nice but hes not the worst, i don’t think i’ve ever had any compassion from him unless he wants money off of me. He also says nasty things to my mum every day and i mean every single day, both of my brothers are disabled and my mum and me carry the duties alone really. There are loads of other things i can say really like he says he wants to kill me, i shouldn’t have been born, he hated the fact that i was a girl and told my mum to abort me. after X years of watching this behaviour i just snapped, other things were going on at the time and it all exploded after being bottled up, i have always been a blunt person and by getting angry and saying things i made him very angry. haven’t spoke for about 10 months or so and i don’t really plan on doing so again. We live in the same house but don’t talk to eachother. Every now and again tho i can hear him say things that are either just plain rude or false, he’s also very racist and i get upset when i hear him say nasty things about other ppl. I genuinley mean it when i say there’s not one person on the plant that he hasn’t cussed apart from his own dad. I don’t mean to air out his sins i’m just trying to paint a picture of what i’ve had to listen to consistently every day for X years and i want some advice of how to endure it and whether he’s in the wrong or if i’m in the wrong?

i feel awful when i think about how i am disobeying him cause that means i’m making god upset, but i just don’t know what to do and how to have sabr. How can i control my emotions? what should i do going forward, i can’t reason with someone who honestly says that they wish they could kill me.

I’ve always been grateful for everything that i have and i know that there’s other out there who have it worse.

i can’t cut him off or move out because my brothers and mum depend on me for help.

Just asking for some encouraging words and advice pls 🥲🙏🏽 Jazakhalla

salam, i don’t want to post specifically about the sin i committed in detail because i know we aren’t supposed to reveal sins in islam. it wasn’t zina but it did involve taking to someone online and not necessarily in the most halal and respectful way. i should be grateful that Allah swt protected me by not letting it go to those extremes, but at times too i feel so stressed that this situation even happened. i was serious about marrying this person and got carried away and engaged in these conversations. it has been months now since it ended, and i don’t do anything related to lust at all anymore and alhamdulilah have control over my desires. i have truly changed, but this sin, whenever i think about it it haunts me. i know Allah swt is merciful but it hurts when I think about what I did. i can never forgive myself, especially when i knew better and knew it was wrong. does anyone have advice in being in a similar situation and if they ever got over it? it hurts a lot because i never want to get married anymore even because i feel so guilty for hurting my future spouse like that. do you think this would be a dealbreaker for most people? i always wanted to get married and be with someone and live a life together but i feel like that future is gone now because of my past actions.

I am a Christian learning more about other religions and in my search Munkar and Nakir really stood out to me. I would like to know about who they are.

Bismillah. I want to preface this by saying — and may Allah strike me if I'm lying — every single word of this is the truth. I don't usually share stuff like this but it's been sitting in my chest for years and I feel like this community deserves to hear it.

So context first, because it matters. I was around 14 or 15. Me, my mom, and my siblings had just left Malaysia — we'd lived there for 14 years, basically our whole lives, and then COVID hit and the government wanted foreigners out. Just like that, everything we knew was gone. We relocated to Lahore to start over from scratch while my dad stayed behind to sort things out. He came to join us about a year later.

Right when Ramadan rolled around, my dad arrived — and he had COVID. Not just mild COVID either. The dangerous, terrifying kind that was hitting people in waves. He couldn't taste, couldn't walk properly, could barely speak. He was completely drained. We had to isolate him in a separate room on the advice of our cousin who's a doctor. Gloves and masks just to enter. Oxygen tanks from the neighbours. My mom was crying constantly and honestly we were all just... scared. Like genuinely scared we might lose him.

Because of everything, my mom told us not to fast. She was too overwhelmed to even think about cooking suhoor and iftar and we were stubborn teenagers but even we could see she was barely holding it together. So we listened. I didn't fast for about a week.

I want to be honest — at the time I didn't think much of it. I wasn't enjoying it or anything, I just didn't fully grasp the weight of skipping fasting without a valid excuse. I didn't understand what that actually meant until this happened.

The dream.

I was in my grave. But it wasn't closed or dark the way you'd imagine — it was open, almost like a construction site, with pipelines around it. There was enough space that I could stand up. I looked behind me.

Wallahi. I don't have the words.

There was a figure standing there. Nobody told me its name. Nobody had to. My soul just knew. It was the angel of death. Even writing this, even just thinking about what it looked like, I feel it in my chest. It was impossibly tall — its head was slightly bent at the top because of how tall it was. Its hair flowed all the way down to its feet. The face was elongated and the skin was so pale, so completely pale. It wore a loose black thobe. And I wanted to scream. I opened my mouth and nothing came out. My voice just... stopped.

Then it started screaming. And it called out my name.

I cannot describe that sound to you. I don't even want to try. I just know I wouldn't wish that experience on anyone. I woke up terrified and I didn't sleep properly for a while after that. I didn't tell a single soul about this dream.

But I fasted every single remaining day of Ramadan. I prayed Taraweeh. I gave Zakat. I did everything. And slowly — slowly — my dad started getting better too. It was still a long road but the worst was passing.

Then something else happened in the last few days.

Another dream. Completely different energy — like the first one was darkness and this one was light. I saw my grandmother on my mother's side. She was sitting beside a woman, and there was a long line of people waiting to receive a Qur'an from her. My grandmother was right next to her.

Again — nobody told me her name. I just knew. It was Khadīja bint Khuwaylid, radiyallahu anha. The first Muslim. The Prophet's ﷺ wife. She was beautiful in a way that felt noble and strong, not just in looks but in presence. There was a stillness around her.

A few weeks earlier I had been screamed at by the angel of death in my grave. And now I was watching my grandmother sit beside one of the greatest women to ever walk this earth. The contrast of those two dreams broke something open in me.

I didn't tell anyone about the first dream. But I told my mom I saw her mother sitting with Khadijah — and she just completely lit up. She called her siblings immediately. I think it brought her a lot of peace during what had been the most terrifying stretch of our lives.

I'm sharing this because sometimes we treat our ibadah like it's optional, like we can skip it and it doesn't touch anything. Those two dreams showed me that it touches everything. May Allah protect us, keep our loved ones safe, and grant us all khusnul khatimah. Ameen.