Showing posts with label Prophet. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Prophet. Show all posts

Tuesday, 22 January 2013

Hajj Reflection #26: The cemeteries in Haramain


Never forget to pay your respects to the martyrs, companions and solehins by visiting the Ma'ala and Baqi' cemeteries in Makkah and Madinah respectively.  Cemeteries are not places of worship, but are places that humble us and remind us how fragile life really is.


In Ma'ala, we were pointed out Saidatina Khadijah's burial spot, where a tree could be seen growing next to it. No one admitted planting the tree there, thus it must have grown on its own; as if to shade Saidatina Khadijah's burial ground - MasyaAllah!

At that very spot, I was moved, thinking that approximately 150 metres away from me laid the remains of one of the most honourable women in the world.  She was and will always be my idol - of whom my father had named me after, as I was given birth on Maulidurrasul, 12th Rabi'ul Awal.  This was the woman who stayed true to her husband at all times and believed in him (a prophet) when no one else did! May Allah provide me with the strength He presented her with.  

In Madinah, we walked to the Baqi' cemetery which wasn't far from Masjid An-Nabawi. Here, we were told of a hadith by Tirmidhi:

It was narrated that Ibn ‘Umar (may Allah be pleased with him) said: The Messenger of Allah (blessings and peace of Allah be upon him) said: “Whoever can manage to die in Madinah, let him die there, for I will intercede for whoever dies there.”


Upon returning home, I related the hadith to my children and how I long to die in one of the two holy lands. My youngest son (10) was quick to say that despite it being the most honourable place, he'd be very sad if he wasn't with me when I was on my death bed.  I coaxed him into believing that the ultimate is in His hands and we live only to seek His mercy and guidance. With that, he nodded, smiled and leaned to kiss me, an indication that he no longer resented (I hope!).

In retrospect, while it is ideal to die in the holy lands, we should mainly aim to die in husnul khotimah (a good ending). A useful supplication, perhaps, is the one read by Prophet Yusuf:
 
فَاطِرَ السَّمَاوَاتِ وَالْأَرْضِ أَنتَ وَلِيِّي فِي الدُّنْيَا وَالْآخِرَةِ ۖ تَوَفَّنِي مُسْلِمًا وَأَلْحِقْنِي بِالصَّالِحِينَ
(O Thou Creator of the heavens and the earth! )Thou art my Protector in this world and in the Hereafter. Take Thou my soul (at death) as one submitting to Thy will (as a Muslim), and unite me with the righteous.
(Yusuf: 101)

Friday, 7 December 2012

Hajj Reflection #6: A step into history


Knowing history helps us appreciate the sacrifices made by our prophets and companions. Imagine walking the streets where the prophet did the same, some 1440 years ago. Or walking through the different doors around Masjidil Haram such as Babul Fath, and being told the significant incidences associated with it. 

Or studying the site where the companions' houses were located around Masjidil Haram. Or even climbing up Jabal Rahmah, in Arafah, where Adam was reunited with Eve on earth. 

Or seeing Mount Thur in person, and believing how rocky and dangerously steep it is, yet not too rocky or steep for Asmak Abu Bakr (who was heavily pregnant) to climb all the way up to bring food for the Prophet and her father, Abu Bakr, who were in hiding from the Quraish.


The list goes on. Some stories I was familiar with, some others I have forgotten the details, while undeniably, some I have never heard of. When the stories were relayed, I tried to immerse myself in them. Sometimes, if well told, I felt goosebumps everywhere. At times, it brought tears to my eyes.

Learning history is priceless. It is similar to guarding a treasure left by the Prophet. It helps us strengthen our faith as the stories encompass the underlying significances or lessons to be learnt.