My road through Islam

A walk through past, present and future of my new life since i entered Islam.

My Photo
Location: Muscat, Oman

I am me, always...

Saturday, March 26, 2005

This is not my Islam

And am not talking about terrorism as it may sound obvious from the title.
Am talking about people attitude: the so called good Muslims, those who have perfect knowledge of Quran, Sunnah, sects, prayer, well these people should also know that respect and tolerance for other believes is what God asks us first.
Am not judging, nor i know many, just those i interact with online, but it just makes me sad cause if we think that we're loosing ground cause of the bombs that kill people, we're missing the big picture: we are destroying our religion with bombs coming from our mind and passing through words.
I feel so much hate within these people, sorry Lord but i don't see them as brothers and sisters, they're just locked in their castles of ignorance.

Friday, February 18, 2005

Ibrahim prayer

"O my Lord! make this city one of peace and security: and preserve me and my sons from worshipping idols.
"O my Lord! they have indeed led astray many among mankind; He then who follows my (ways) is of me, and he that disobeys me,- but Thou art indeed Oft- forgiving, Most Merciful.
"O our Lord! I have made some of my offspring to dwell in a valley without cultivation, by Thy Sacred House; in order, O our Lord, that they may establish regular Prayer: so fill the hearts of some among men with love towards them, and feed them with fruits: so that they may give thanks.
"O our Lord! truly Thou dost know what we conceal and what we reveal: for nothing whatever is hidden from God, whether on earth or in heaven.
"Praise be to God, Who hath granted unto me in old age Isma'il and Isaac: for truly my Lord is He, the Hearer of Prayer!
O my Lord! make me one who establishes regular Prayer, and also (raise such) among my offspring O our Lord! and accept Thou my Prayer.
"O our Lord! cover (us) with Thy Forgiveness - me, my parents, and (all) Believers, on the Day that the Reckoning will be established!

Saturday, February 12, 2005

Hajar Al Aswad

Reading through the comments left on this blog by friends and unknowns, i came across one asking "what kind of religion is that of people who adore a stone", more or less, too lazy to check again.
First thing coming to my mind was that he/she was talking about one of the rituals of Hajj, and exactly the Tawaf and the Black Stone.
Many believe that the stone fell from the sky at the time of Adam and was originally white but became black cause absorbed the sins of the pilgrims making them clean.
During the pilgrimage, those who can, kiss it or touch, many just look at it from far cause of the crowd, but that is what really counts: to go and honour our duty towards God at least once in a life time, by visiting His house.
Umar Bin Khattab, the second Caliph, said about this ritual:
"No doubt, I know that you are a stone and can neither harm anyone nor benefit anyone. Had I not seen Allah’s Messenger kissing you, I would not have kissed you."

Each of our daily acts, i will never stop to say, are for God, and kissing or touching the Stone is not for the sake of doing it, but simply another gesture to show our devotion to Allah.

Black Stone


Friday, February 04, 2005

How it started

When i graduated in winter 1987, i came back from my uni town, Bologna , and started working but had lost all my friends cause rarely came back, so the first divertissment i thought about, was this strange unique mean called internet.
I bought a computer and the only thing i was able to do, since i worked at my thesis, was surfing any site related to arguments i wanted to know more about.
Actually really don't remember how or what was the input which led me to an arabic chat but, though chat world is a jungle, well in my case was just a blessing.
It was an arabic-english chat, and day after day i became stable in KSA room: there were many people working in oil companies mainly, but also sweet ladies studying or caring of family who came there to spend some time to make friends or for other purposes i won't specify but which can be left to imagination. When Ramadan came, i noticed some sort of change in my virtual friends: they started talking of fasting, stayed up til early morning, last days (waiting forLaylatul Qadri ) not sleeping at all.
I became curious about that event and later about Islam: they gave me some sites where to start to learn fundamentals and whenever i had doubts, they were ready to help. I was in a moment of my life in which christianity didn't answer all my question, on the contrary Islam did and in a very detailed way, cause Islam is a way of life: all guidelines are there, we can follow or not, God gave us freedom, and we know what we'll have as reward or punishment.
Now that my life is changing again, God willing, am missing those friends am not in touch with anymore since the chat changed, but i'd like to dedicate to them, whom God chose to bring His message to me, this blog.
Thanks Anas, GS, joha and many many others, sorry not to mention your nicks, who were a blessing in my life and still are.

Wednesday, February 02, 2005

Why all these pics

I used to be very attached to images whenever i had the chance to travel or saw something catching my attention but by instinct, don't know why, i never felt the need to take pictures of Mosques i visited, probably cause i felt there was something more in them to care of.
The first i went to, was exactly the Islamic Cultural Centre in London, the main Mosque: nothing special as first impression as guest, bookshop, prayer rooms, offices, children school but what made it unique was the people. Don't remember my first approach but for sure will never forget the warm welcome from ladies first, and also from families around.
A special tour was that i made in Muscat Grand Mosque, during a vacation in 2001: was not much into some issues then, so i went to the reception and asked how to visit and what was required: they recommended strongly to have proper dress, body and head covered, and to respect visitors hours, 7am-11 all days except Friday.
My main worry was the dress code: i spent minimum 3 days around the mall to find something decent for what i had understood, and finally got a black winter abbaya with a big supercovering scarf.
The morning after reached the Mosque by taxi, and still was so scared dunno why, that barely listened to the driver telling me and full of pride, how wonderful was this building and how much envy it had generated in Emarates neighbours, specially prince Mhummmed, Dubai crown prince, who til then thought to have the biggest and nicest Mosque of the whole M.E.
While listening to him i thought he was half funny half crazy but could understand cause it was part of pride to be citizen of Oman and grateful to his Sultan baba Qaboos.
Later, meditating in general, i came to the conclusion that, being our duty that of worshipping God at our best, well, then a Sultan surely had great means and greately must celelebrate Allah, though i suspect is just a competition between them, but is not my duty to judge, God will do, examining their intentions.
At the entrance the soldiers looked at me as i was a ufo or a terrorist, very probable since i was dressed too strangely, and without speaking, using italian way of gestures, showed me the way.
Really amazing, i have no words to describe it and sure those images i found on web are not enough. The funniest thing is when i went out there was a group of germans dressed with shirts and shorts, covering with tissues, but in the end they were allowed to enter: i understood the police faces watching me and started laughing with myself.
In spring 2002 had the chance to visit Manama and have wonderful memories of Al Fateh Mosque and the ladies caring of tourists at the reception: had many questions in mind about Quran, islamic history and found a great girl from Sri Lanka who had the ability to explain things in simple way, that happens only when you have everything clear in your heart. When prayer time came, they had already dressed me with an abbaya provided for tourists, so they invited me to go with them in the upper zone: i was scared, told them i had prayed in congregation just once or twice, but they encouraged and helped.
Was a great experience, same as in Kuwait, where i went and visited the State Mosque: i found a group of girls breaking and celebrating a voluntary fast; they started asking about myself, were very happy to know my story and again went with them to pray Maghreb. Later we remained together eating and talking, they started singing to thank God that so many are reverting nowadays and my presence was a sign.
My dream is to go and pray in Makkah and Al Aqsa, inshallah one day i will.