O’ daughter of Islam! Start discussing
Deen in front of your children.
Once upon a time
there was that daughter of Islam who nurtured Sultan Salahudin Ayubi
Rahmatullah Alaih, who shook twenty two Christian kingdoms.
There was also a
daughter of Islam who breastfed the victor of Somnat, Mahmud Ghaznawi
Rahmatullah Alaih, who was offered pearls and gems worth millions by the Hindus
so that their temple could be saved. He declined saying, “This can never
happen, What do you want the coming generations to say about the son of Ghazni. I am not and idol-seller, I am an idol-breaker". Mahmud Ghazni was the one who destroyed
Qaramta.
Muhammed bin
Qaasim, Qutaiba bin Muslim, Taariq bin Ziyaad, Sultaan Tipu directly combating the British army forces
were Sayed Ahmed Shaheed and Shah Ismaeel Shaheed, Sayed Ataullah Shah Bukhari
Rahmatullah Alaih and many more. There
were thousands of such Mujahideen and Ulama who were the treasures of Islam.
All these men opened their eyes in infancy, in your loving lap. You are the one
who prepared them for the battlefield. O’
daughter of Islam!
O’ daughter of Islam! Look back and see
it was you who encouraged them to go out in the path of Allah. You were the one
who read to them the verses concerning the virtues of going out in the path of
Allah. You read it to your father’s, brothers, husbands and sons because you had
love for deen yourself.
This was the reason
that through the call of Takbeer “Allahu-Akbar” of these brave soldiers of
Islam, the oceans shook, the seas made way and the deserts rolled up. Their
swords had the flash of lightning and the crack of thunder.
O’ daughter of Islam! All this was when
you were encompassed in Deen. Your guide was the Quraan and the teachings of
Rasulullah Sallalalu Alaihi Wasalam and the actions of the Sahaba Radhiallahu
Anhuma. The Ka’bah Sharief was your centre and pivot.
O’ daughter of Islam! Your Imaan urged
you to love Hazrat Khadija Radhiallahu Anha and Hazrat Ayesha Radhiallahu Anha.
Your ideal was the truthfulness of Hazrat Abu Bakr Radhiallahu Anhu, the
justice of Hazrat Umar Radhiallahu Anhu, the generosity of Hazrat Uthman
Radhiallahu Anhu and the bravery of Hazrat Ali Radhiallahu Anhu.
O’ daughter of Islam! Do you remember
that before putting your children to sleep, you would tell them stories of
Hazrat Bilal Radhiallahu Anhu, Hazrat Sohaib Radhiallahu Anhu, Hazrat Salmaan
Farsi Radhiallahu Anhu, Hazrat Khalid bin Walid Radhiallahu Anhu, Hazrat
Ubaidah bin Jarrah Radhiallahu Anhu, Hazrat Abdullah bin Zubair Radhiallahu
Anhu and the galaxy of Sahaba Radhiallahu Anhuma.
But today! What are
you doing? O’ daughter of Islam! You
are entertaining yourself with television, films, internet, novels, newspapers,
etc. in which are character spoiling topics and nudity. At one time there were
sounds of encouragement to Deen (Jihad) heard in your house, but now the sounds
of film songs are heard in your home.
O’ daughter of Islam! At one time
soldiers of Islam, who handled swords and spearheads, grew up in your lap, but
today! Children who play with teddy bears, watching cartoons, playing musical
instruments are growing up in your lap.
O’ daughter of Islam! Those were children
who trod the path of Haq and these are children who are treading the path of
destruction. Those were children who played with death; these are children who
are fearful of death. Those were children who were inviters to Islam; these are
children who are traitors of Islam. Those were children who were disgusted with
the world; these are children who are lovers of this world.
O’ daughter of Islam! Falsehood is
lifting its head again. The darkness of oppression, tyranny, fear, seizing by
force, barbarism, etc. is spreading in the world again. The shadows of
oppression are lengthening. The doors and walls of Baitul Muqaddas are waiting
for a Salahuddin Ayoobi. The jungles of Africa and the deserts of Arabia are once
more waiting for a Qutaiba bin Muslim.
The daughters of
Kashmir, Palestine, Iraq, Afghanistan and Syria have lost all hope, waiting for
the son of Muhammed bin Qaasim. The shores of Spain, the Jumma masjid of
Cordova, the battlefield of Qaadsiya, the doors and walls of Baitul Muqaddas,
the red fort and the Jumma Masjid of Delhi, the valleys of Balakot, the Babri
Masjid, are once more restless to hear the sounds of the warriors, horses
hooves, the whizzing of arrows, the clinking of swords and calls of the
Takbeer, Allahu- Akbar because the
Muslims of Palestine, Syria, India, Kashmir, Iraq and Afghanistan are being
crushed by the enemies of Muslims and Islam. They are crying, sighing and
sobbing, they are shredded to pieces and are dying; they are being slaughtered,
chopped up and burnt alive, for what crime? Only because they are Muslims!
O’ daughter of Islam! O’ you builder of
nations! What are you? Are you only mothers to the children you have given
birth to? See, your children are being slaughtered in Syria, in Iraq and many
other countries and the Muslim world, with eyes filled with hope they looking
towards you, hungrily, thirsty, quivering and gasping, they are telling you, “O
Mother, O Sister, when are those warriors of yours coming to help us?” Yes
these innocent little angels are calling you; will they have to turn back
without your response?
O’ daughter of Islam! They are waiting
for your answer. Has your heart turned to stone? Has the natural love departed
from your heart? Are you the mother of only the children that you have given
birth to? Have you no relation and connection to these other children? Do you
not have a relation of humanity, of Imaan with them? In front of which all
other relationships are insignificant.
O’ daughter of Islam!, O’ builder of
nations! O’ the one who brought up the Ambiya Alaihis Salaam, martyrs and the
pious, get up to help these children, elders and honourable sisters who have
lost hope and are calling out? “Mataa Nasrullah” When is the help of Allah coming?
Transalation of an urdu Article from a
Monthly Periodical
