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Hajjah Karimah said
A Day of FREEDOM Once Felt In a Moment of TIME!
March 2009
As Salaamu Alaykum,
My name is Karimah and I am an American born citizen who’s ancestors did not reach these shores by choice nor as indentured servants, they were STOLEN from their homelands, Mother Africa, from shores of the far east to the shores of the far west brought to occupied land called America where they were Raped, Murdered, Robbed, Stripped of their Humanity, Identity, and Religious Awareness. I was raised a christian like many African Americans who ancestors where slaves. Most of my family were Pentecostal Christians who derived their spiritual benefit via the Holy Spirit, Speaking in Tongues and Baptism. By the Grace and Mercy of Allah s.w.t. I accepted Islam at the age of 14, the first and only Muslim in my Immediate and distant family that I knew of and in my little small town called, Pleasantville. I am now 42 years old and have been blessed with 7 wonderful children whom are all Muslim, Alhamdulillah. My mother accepted Islam 2 years before she died, I was 19 years old at the time, Alhamdulillah, by Allah s.w.t. Grace and Mercy I was able to make Umrah for her last year when I made Hajj..
During my growth and development of this wonderful way of life, AL-ISLAM, I decided to take five of my Children to West Africa, Mauritania in 1999 and remained there for 3 years. At that time I was not a Registered Nurse and I had left my Homeland, U.S.A. with a sense of urgency to remove my teenagers from a Life of destruction, despair and total Godlessness, with less than a 300 U.S. dollars in my pocket. I had no Idea what I was in for in terms of our Living situation, I just knew that leaving the U.S. and having my children in an environment where they could learn Arabic, Quran, Fiqh etc…was 100 times better than residing in a secular society that was indoctrinating them with western imperialistic thinking and godless views.
We did not stay in the city of Mauritania very long. After being in the country for about 1 month we went to an area called Takdijah which was about a 26 hour truck drive from the Capital. As we drove away from the City the street lights became dimmer and dimmer with a greater distance of artificial lighting visibility. But something amazing happened for my oldest son, who was then 17 years old and riding on the hood of the truck, he shouted from above,”Ummie! look! look at the SKY! Wow look at all the stars…I’ve never seen so many stars in the sky, It’s beautiful!” Beautiful it was to see the sky lit up with stars on every turn of your head. I believe this was the beginning, the door to FREEDOM was opening. We could see Allah’s amazing creation, these millions of stars lighting up the sky sitting so eloquently over head with safety and security. Only Allah s.w.t. could create such a wonder.
As we entered into the village after witnessing the day overcoming the night but watching the full moon still remaining in it’s shadow with the raze of the sun dominating the sky, there was a calm quiet chant coming from a distant far off. This chanting was the morning memorization of Quran by the local children reading at the Mahadrah with their wooden Lahw and charcoal like ink. We removed our luggage from the truck and entered a square structured house that was built out of mud, cinder blocks, and seashells, with a bamboo roof, many structures had tin or cemented roofs. The Homes were extremely Humble and comfortable with Chinese carpets and pillows all around the floor.
The women gather around a small cemented building about a couple yards from the living quarters, chopping onions, cutting meat or fish, vegetables chatting and teaching the young girls how to prepare the meal of the day. Goats, Lambs, chickens, camels etc. lived and roamed amongst the natives freely. As the call to pray began to ring from far off you could hear the chain of Adhans joining in until the Masjid closes to you became the dominant call. What a beautiful site to see all the men grabbing their Dhara’s pulling them to the back of them and holding the two sides together with one hand as the sound of the sandals beat the desert ground as they walked to the Masjid. What greater feeling for a MOTHER than to watch her sons prepare to WORSHIP ALLAH s.w.t. without coercing them. Salat is complete and lunch is ready, a large plate placed in the middle of the carpet with a bucket of water and soap beside it. The women gathered in one area and the men in the another. The youngest amongst the group would bring the soap and water to assist you with cleaning your hands. You would then commence to taking your meal. The generosity presented to the guest was even perpetuated during meal time, meat, fish or vegetables would be tossed to your side of the plate to make sure you were satisfied even at the expense of someone else remaining hungry. Economic and Physical poverty but Spiritually and Morally wealthy. As I’m taking my meal with these women I could only think of the bogus boasting of wealth and advancement of my country but we are so spiritually poor and so many have traveled far and wide to embrace this sick way of life. Here I sit in the Desert of West African learning and loving a forgotten and abandoned practice of Islam!
I could not believe I was experiencing much of what I read in the books of Hadith about our beloved Nabi s.a.a.w.s. and in His life story. I will never forget our first week in Takdijah. What impact it had on my children and I. How we felt, lived, and saw Allah s.w.t. Through his GLORIOUS creation. How we witnessed Islam not just being preached but being practiced.
I realized after returning home in 2002 that we have been placed in a BUBBLE. A dark Bubble that has blocked the true light, true creation, and the true essence of Life from Allah’s creation. It’s like a Matrix or a Maze no way out and it has encompassed every facet of life, we breath, eat, see, speak and dream DESTRUCTION and we call it LIFE, it is the true essence of DEAF, DUMB AND BLIND. I have constantly yearned and made effort to be free again it was not until Allah s.w.t. guided me to my beloved Maulana Imran Hosein’s lectures and books did I hear the sweet whispers, the soft sounds, and saw the illuminating light of “TRUE FREEDOM” again, Alhamdulillah for the call to the true Sunnah of our Beloved Nabi Muhammad s.a.a.w.s. Tu wakkaltu ‘alallah Depend only on Allah s.w.t.
Please forgive me for any errors or mistakes for they are truly mine and from me alone. ameen
May Allah s.w.t. bless us to see THINGS as they truly are and not as we wish them to be. To see what others can not and to respond when others will not!
Loose no hope nor should you grieve for you must gain Mastery if you truly believe!
Written by:
Hajja Karimah Rashid
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was salaamu alaykum with love!
Hajjah Karimah!
and We have sent down to thee the Book explaining all things, a Guide, a Mercy, and Glad Tidings to those who Submit. (16:89)
‘The real prisoner is someone whose heart is imprisoned from his Lord; the true captive is someone captured by his desires.’
By Ibn Al Qayyum on Ibn Taymiyyah
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was salaamu alaykum with love!
Hajjah Karimah!
and We have sent down to thee the Book explaining all things, a Guide, a Mercy, and Glad Tidings to those who Submit. (16:89)
‘The real prisoner is someone whose heart is imprisoned from his Lord; the true captive is someone captured by his desires.’
By Ibn Al Qayyum on Ibn Taymiyyah
nur hidayah said
Salam,
Harap dinyatakan no akaun CIMB atau Maybank.
siti jamilah said
adakah derma pakaian diterima?jika diterima sila email kan alamat supaya senang saya poskan.
Mohd Khairul Bin Nawawi said
Salam
Sekadar pandangan dan cadangan agar pihak yang berkenaan dapat menyediakan no akaun dari bank-bank yang lain.Insyaallah.
Suhashim Zaidi said
Salam, saya mohon nyatakan akaun setiap sekolah pondok di setiap negeri…harap dpt membantu sekolah2 ini..Insyallah
REZUAN JAMBU BONGKOK said
RASA LAGI OK PIHAK TUAN TEL TERUS KE PONDOK YANG BERDEKATAN..ADA SENARAI DALAM BLOQ INI.TEKAN PONDOK MALAYSIA