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	<description>CONTEMPORARY  MUSLIM  REFLECTIONS  ON  THE  BREADTH  OF  LIFE</description>
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		<title>Comment on Turkey Diary: The Cistern and the Gorgon&#8217;s Head by redwan ahmed</title>
		<link>http://othermatters.wordpress.com/2008/07/04/turkey-diary-the-cistern-and-the-gorgons-head/#comment-16028</link>
		<dc:creator>redwan ahmed</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 04 Jul 2008 18:15:55 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Muslim narrated the following hadith:

Isnad: Suleiman bin 'Abdir Rahman and 'Ali bin Hujr » 'Ibsai bin Bunus » Hisham bin 'Urwa » 'Abd Allaah bin 'Urwah » 'Urwah

Narrated 'Aisha (radi Allaahu 'anha):

Eleven women sat (at a place) and promised and contracted that they would not conceal anything of the news of their husbands.

The first one said, "My husband is like the meat of a lean weak camel which is kept on the top of a mountain which is neither easy to climb, nor is the meat fat, so that one might put up with the trouble of fetching it."

The second one said, "I shall not relate my husband's news, for I fear that I may not be able to finish his story, for if I describe him, I will mention all his defects and bad traits."

The third one said, "My husband is a tall man; if I describe him (and he hears of that) he will divorce me, and if I keep quiet, he will neither divorce me nor treat me as a wife."

The fourth one said, "My husband is a moderate person like the night of Tihama which is neither hot nor cold. I am neither afraid of him, nor am I discontented with him."

The fifth one said, "My husband, when entering (the house) is a leopard, and when going out, is a lion. He does not ask about whatever is in the house."

The sixth one said, "If my husband eats. he eats too much (leaving the dishes empty), and if he drinks he leaves nothing, and if he sleeps he sleeps alone (away from me) covered in garments and does not stretch his hands here and there so as to know how I fare (get along)."

The seventh one said, "My husband is a wrong-doer or weak and foolish. All the defects are present in him. He may injure your head or your body or may do both."

The eighth one said, "My husband is soft to touch like a rabbit and smells like a Zar'nab (a kind of good smelling grass)."

The ninth one said, "My husband is a tall generous man wearing a long strap for carrying his sword. His ashes are Aboondant and his house is near to the people who would easily consult him."

The tenth one said, "My husband is Maalik, and what is Maalik? Maalik is greater than whatever I say about him. (He is beyond and above all praises which can come to my mind). Most of his camels are kept at home (ready to be slaughtered for the guests) and only a few are taken to the pastures. When the camels hear the sound of the lute (or the tambourine) they realize that they are going to be slaughtered for the guests."

The eleventh one said, "My husband is Aboo Zar' and what is Aboo Zar' (i.e., what should I say about him)? He has given me many ornaments and my ears are heavily loaded with them and my arms have become fat (i.e., I have become fat). And he has pleased me, and I have become so happy that I feel proud of myself. He found me with my family who were mere owners of sheep and living in poverty, and brought me to a respected family having horses and camels and threshing and purifying grain . Whatever I say, he does not rebuke or insult me. When I sleep, I sleep till late in the morning, and when I drink water (or milk), I drink my fill. The mother of Aboo Zar' and what may one say in praise of the mother of Aboo Zar'? Her saddle bags were always full of provision and her house was spacious. As for the son of Aboo Zar', what may one say of the son of Aboo Zar'? His bed is as narrow as an unsheathed sword and an arm of a kid (of four months) satisfies his hunger. As for the daughter of Aboo Zar', she is obedient to her father and to her mother. She has a fat well-built body and that arouses the jealousy of her husband's other wife. As for the (maid) slave girl of Aboo Zar', what may one say of the (maid) slave girl of Aboo Zar'? She does not uncover our secrets but keeps them, and does not waste our provisions and does not leave the rubbish scattered everywhere in our house." The eleventh lady added, "One day it so happened that Aboo Zar' went out at the time when the milk was being milked from the animals, and he saw a woman who had two sons like two leopards playing with her two breasts. (On seeing her) he divorced me and married her. Thereafter I married a noble man who used to ride a fast tireless horse and keep a spear in his hand. He gave me many things, and also a pair of every kind of livestock and said, 'Eat (of this), O Um Zar', and give provision to your relatives." She added, "Yet, all those things which my second husband gave me could not fill the smallest utensil of Aboo Zar's." 'Aisha then said: Allaah's Apostle said to me, "I am to you as Aboo Zar' was to his wife Um Zar'."

May Allaah grant the believing women the thorough reflection upon this Hadeeth...Ameen!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Muslim narrated the following hadith:</p>
<p>Isnad: Suleiman bin &#8216;Abdir Rahman and &#8216;Ali bin Hujr » &#8216;Ibsai bin Bunus » Hisham bin &#8216;Urwa » &#8216;Abd Allaah bin &#8216;Urwah » &#8216;Urwah</p>
<p>Narrated &#8216;Aisha (radi Allaahu &#8216;anha):</p>
<p>Eleven women sat (at a place) and promised and contracted that they would not conceal anything of the news of their husbands.</p>
<p>The first one said, &#8220;My husband is like the meat of a lean weak camel which is kept on the top of a mountain which is neither easy to climb, nor is the meat fat, so that one might put up with the trouble of fetching it.&#8221;</p>
<p>The second one said, &#8220;I shall not relate my husband&#8217;s news, for I fear that I may not be able to finish his story, for if I describe him, I will mention all his defects and bad traits.&#8221;</p>
<p>The third one said, &#8220;My husband is a tall man; if I describe him (and he hears of that) he will divorce me, and if I keep quiet, he will neither divorce me nor treat me as a wife.&#8221;</p>
<p>The fourth one said, &#8220;My husband is a moderate person like the night of Tihama which is neither hot nor cold. I am neither afraid of him, nor am I discontented with him.&#8221;</p>
<p>The fifth one said, &#8220;My husband, when entering (the house) is a leopard, and when going out, is a lion. He does not ask about whatever is in the house.&#8221;</p>
<p>The sixth one said, &#8220;If my husband eats. he eats too much (leaving the dishes empty), and if he drinks he leaves nothing, and if he sleeps he sleeps alone (away from me) covered in garments and does not stretch his hands here and there so as to know how I fare (get along).&#8221;</p>
<p>The seventh one said, &#8220;My husband is a wrong-doer or weak and foolish. All the defects are present in him. He may injure your head or your body or may do both.&#8221;</p>
<p>The eighth one said, &#8220;My husband is soft to touch like a rabbit and smells like a Zar&#8217;nab (a kind of good smelling grass).&#8221;</p>
<p>The ninth one said, &#8220;My husband is a tall generous man wearing a long strap for carrying his sword. His ashes are Aboondant and his house is near to the people who would easily consult him.&#8221;</p>
<p>The tenth one said, &#8220;My husband is Maalik, and what is Maalik? Maalik is greater than whatever I say about him. (He is beyond and above all praises which can come to my mind). Most of his camels are kept at home (ready to be slaughtered for the guests) and only a few are taken to the pastures. When the camels hear the sound of the lute (or the tambourine) they realize that they are going to be slaughtered for the guests.&#8221;</p>
<p>The eleventh one said, &#8220;My husband is Aboo Zar&#8217; and what is Aboo Zar&#8217; (i.e., what should I say about him)? He has given me many ornaments and my ears are heavily loaded with them and my arms have become fat (i.e., I have become fat). And he has pleased me, and I have become so happy that I feel proud of myself. He found me with my family who were mere owners of sheep and living in poverty, and brought me to a respected family having horses and camels and threshing and purifying grain . Whatever I say, he does not rebuke or insult me. When I sleep, I sleep till late in the morning, and when I drink water (or milk), I drink my fill. The mother of Aboo Zar&#8217; and what may one say in praise of the mother of Aboo Zar&#8217;? Her saddle bags were always full of provision and her house was spacious. As for the son of Aboo Zar&#8217;, what may one say of the son of Aboo Zar&#8217;? His bed is as narrow as an unsheathed sword and an arm of a kid (of four months) satisfies his hunger. As for the daughter of Aboo Zar&#8217;, she is obedient to her father and to her mother. She has a fat well-built body and that arouses the jealousy of her husband&#8217;s other wife. As for the (maid) slave girl of Aboo Zar&#8217;, what may one say of the (maid) slave girl of Aboo Zar&#8217;? She does not uncover our secrets but keeps them, and does not waste our provisions and does not leave the rubbish scattered everywhere in our house.&#8221; The eleventh lady added, &#8220;One day it so happened that Aboo Zar&#8217; went out at the time when the milk was being milked from the animals, and he saw a woman who had two sons like two leopards playing with her two breasts. (On seeing her) he divorced me and married her. Thereafter I married a noble man who used to ride a fast tireless horse and keep a spear in his hand. He gave me many things, and also a pair of every kind of livestock and said, &#8216;Eat (of this), O Um Zar&#8217;, and give provision to your relatives.&#8221; She added, &#8220;Yet, all those things which my second husband gave me could not fill the smallest utensil of Aboo Zar&#8217;s.&#8221; &#8216;Aisha then said: Allaah&#8217;s Apostle said to me, &#8220;I am to you as Aboo Zar&#8217; was to his wife Um Zar&#8217;.&#8221;</p>
<p>May Allaah grant the believing women the thorough reflection upon this Hadeeth&#8230;Ameen!</p>
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		<title>Comment on My Darcy by Whos your Darcy? - Forums - Islamica Community</title>
		<link>http://othermatters.wordpress.com/2008/07/01/my-darcy/#comment-16026</link>
		<dc:creator>Whos your Darcy? - Forums - Islamica Community</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 01 Jul 2008 17:29:31 +0000</pubDate>
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		<title>Comment on My Darcy by safia</title>
		<link>http://othermatters.wordpress.com/2008/07/01/my-darcy/#comment-16025</link>
		<dc:creator>safia</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 01 Jul 2008 17:01:58 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Very intresting dear sis.
i agree with you.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Very intresting dear sis.<br />
i agree with you.</p>
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		<title>Comment on My Darcy by Umm Salihah</title>
		<link>http://othermatters.wordpress.com/2008/07/01/my-darcy/#comment-16024</link>
		<dc:creator>Umm Salihah</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 01 Jul 2008 12:31:12 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Salaam Barakah,
you've got me thinking, I'll be wondering about your question all day now.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Salaam Barakah,<br />
you&#8217;ve got me thinking, I&#8217;ll be wondering about your question all day now.</p>
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		<title>Comment on Testing Converts by sabiwabi</title>
		<link>http://othermatters.wordpress.com/2008/06/24/testing-convert/#comment-16023</link>
		<dc:creator>sabiwabi</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 30 Jun 2008 13:52:10 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I was already with my husband for 2 years before we converted and we pretty much converted at the same time (him a week before me).  We converted, then split up for a few months, got our own places, etc....  We wanted some time to absorb Islam before we married.

Converting for the sake of a marriage, I believe, is something that is doomed to fail.  Totally opposed to it.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I was already with my husband for 2 years before we converted and we pretty much converted at the same time (him a week before me).  We converted, then split up for a few months, got our own places, etc&#8230;.  We wanted some time to absorb Islam before we married.</p>
<p>Converting for the sake of a marriage, I believe, is something that is doomed to fail.  Totally opposed to it.</p>
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		<title>Comment on Everything is a sign of something by umm zakaria</title>
		<link>http://othermatters.wordpress.com/2008/06/30/everything-is-a-sign-of-something/#comment-16022</link>
		<dc:creator>umm zakaria</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 30 Jun 2008 11:38:28 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Subhanallah!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Subhanallah!</p>
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		<title>Comment on Question of the Week: Corruption by Abdur Rahman</title>
		<link>http://othermatters.wordpress.com/2008/06/29/question-of-the-week-corruption/#comment-16021</link>
		<dc:creator>Abdur Rahman</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 30 Jun 2008 10:54:15 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Salaams

Is corruption inherent in culture?</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Salaams</p>
<p>Is corruption inherent in culture?</p>
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		<title>Comment on Goodbye with Lemonade by ABD</title>
		<link>http://othermatters.wordpress.com/2008/06/26/jannahs-rivers-lemonade/#comment-16020</link>
		<dc:creator>ABD</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 30 Jun 2008 00:49:50 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>my favorite lines:

&lt;em&gt;“We don’t have a choice to be here. We didn’t have a choice to be born; none of us did. The choice that we have is where we will spend the akhira. Allah teaches us in the Qur’an about Jannah so that we may understand our choice.”
&lt;/em&gt;

and on the theme of goodbyes, i also came across this poem on the westermuslim.com web site:

&lt;blockquote&gt;SONG OF DEPARTURES
Daniel Abdal-Hayy Moore

We all must have our song of departures

for when the long shadow down the road we’re on
coming from in front of us

catches up with us 

[full poem at &lt;a href="http://www.thewesternmuslim.com/index.php/art/articles/song_of_departures/" rel="nofollow"&gt;The Western Muslim&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/blockquote&gt;

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		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>my favorite lines:</p>
<p><em>“We don’t have a choice to be here. We didn’t have a choice to be born; none of us did. The choice that we have is where we will spend the akhira. Allah teaches us in the Qur’an about Jannah so that we may understand our choice.”<br />
</em></p>
<p>and on the theme of goodbyes, i also came across this poem on the westermuslim.com web site:</p>
<blockquote><p>SONG OF DEPARTURES<br />
Daniel Abdal-Hayy Moore</p>
<p>We all must have our song of departures</p>
<p>for when the long shadow down the road we’re on<br />
coming from in front of us</p>
<p>catches up with us </p>
<p>[full poem at <a href="http://www.thewesternmuslim.com/index.php/art/articles/song_of_departures/" rel="nofollow">The Western Muslim</a>]</p></blockquote>
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		<title>Comment on Goodbye with Lemonade by null</title>
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		<dc:creator>null</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 29 Jun 2008 05:54:02 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>There's something about your stories Anna, it always blows me away. 

May you have another gorgeous class to love and be loved by next year, inshaAllah.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>There&#8217;s something about your stories Anna, it always blows me away. </p>
<p>May you have another gorgeous class to love and be loved by next year, inshaAllah.</p>
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		<dc:creator>Ego Boost &#171; Between Hope &#38; Fear</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 28 Jun 2008 08:28:01 +0000</pubDate>
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