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  • *شمعة الحياة*
    النجم الفضي
    • Dec 2003
    • 1252

    #1

    ***** لحظة حب *****



    **** لحظة حب ****




    لحظة حب غامرة ملأت قلبي فرحاً وسرورا ... ملاته بامل كبير وزرعت به حياة...

    لحظة حب غامرة ... بمعان غفلت عنها قلوب أخرى ... وقلوب لم تعرف معنى الحب ..

    ولم تتذوق تلك اللحظة ... لحظة حب من قلب ظلم الليل الدامس غطى الأجواء ... وإكتئابات

    نهار قاس يقصم ظهر الخير ... من قلب الهم القابع فوق القلب ... من جوف الظلم القاهر للإنسان

    الحر ... جائتني تلك اللحظة ... فكرة ؟؟ تغسل كل الهم ... وتزيح الكابوس السارح في أعماق الفكر

    وسويداء القلب ... وتزيل ظلام دامس ماكنت أظن له فجر ... لحظة حب ... سرت في القلب وفي العقل ..

    فتغير حال الدنيا امامي ..ورأيت مالم أره من قبل ...

    يا لشقاوة من لم يعرف ذلك الحب ... ويالشقاوة قلب لم يحيى موته ..... تلك اللحظه ؟؟؟ لحظة حب !!

    لحظة حب ....... مرت كنسيم ربيع ... وتركت أرضاً مخضره .. واشواق ضريع .... لحظة حب ....

    جائتني على غير موعد ولا ميعاد ... تمنيت لو اموت وانا في تلك الحال ... تمنيت لوتعرف كل الدنيا

    وكل الناس معنى ذالك .. الحب.. تمنيت لو ان الحب الخالد هذا كان بيدي لأرضعه لكل نفس تولد ...

    ولكل قلب ينبض .... تمنيت لو جاء عشاق الدنيا ليكتشفوا كذب عشقهم وسرابه ... ليروا جمال ذلك الحب .....



    الآن فهمت......فهمت تلك المقاله لأحد العابدين *نحن في نعمة لو عرفها الملوك لقاتلونا عليها *

    الآن فهمت......فهمت كلمة إبن تيمية *ما يفعل أعدائي ... أنا جنتي في صدري*

    الآن فهمت......فهمت حنين رابعة العدوية وهي تصف حال الحب الإلهي الذي طغى عليها :

    حبيبي ليس يعادله حبيب.. ولا لسواه في قلبي نصيب .. حبيبي غاب عن بصري وشخصي ..ولكن ؟؟؟؟؟؟

    ****** عن فؤادي لا يغيب ******



  • الخنســـــاء
    زهرة لا تنسى - روح المُلـتقى- أنيقة البيان
    • Jan 2005
    • 9033

    #2
    غاليتي.. شمعة الحياة

    *نحن في نعمة لو عرفها الملوك لقاتلونا عليها *

    رزقنا الله حبه وحب من أحبه وحب العمل الذي يبلغنا حبه

    جزيتِ الجنة أخية وجمعني بكِ في مستقر رحمته
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    • takytoka
      عضو جديد
      • Jul 2004
      • 1

      #3
      _______________________________________________

      Asmaa Bint Abu Bakr
      _______________________________________________


      Asmaa bint Abu Bakr belonged to a distinguished Muslim family.
      Her father, Abu Bakr, was a close friend of the Prophet and the
      first Khalifah after his death. Her half- sister, A'ishah, was
      a wife of the Prophet and one of the Ummahat al-Mu 'm ineen. Her
      husband, Zubayr ibn al- Awwam, was one of the special personal
      aides of the Prophet. Her son, Abdullah ibn az-Zubayr, became
      well- known for his incorruptibility and his unswerving devotion
      to Truth.

      Asmaa herself was one of the first persons to accept Islam. Only
      about seventeen persons including both men and women became
      Muslims before her. She was later given the nickname Dhat
      an-Nitaqayn (the One with the Two Waistbands) because of an
      incident connected with the departure of the Prophet and her
      father from Makkah on the historic hijrah to Madinah.

      Asmaa was one of the few persons who knew of the Prophet's plan
      to leave for Madinah. The utmost secrecy had to be maintained
      because of the Quraysh plans to murder the Prophet. On the night
      of their departure, Asmaa was the one who prepared a bag of food
      and a water container for their journey. She did not find
      anything though with which to tie the containers and decided to
      use her waistband or nitaq. Abu Bakr suggested that she tear it
      into two. This she did and the Prophet commended her action.
      From then on she became known as "the One with the Two
      Waistbands".

      When the final emigration from Makkah to Madinah took place soon
      after the departure of the Prophet, Asmaa was pregnant. She did
      not let her pregnancy or the prospect of a long and arduous
      journey deter her from leaving. As soon as she reached Quba on
      the outskirts of Madinah, she gave birth to a son, Abdullah. The
      Muslims shouted AllaXu Akbar (God is the Greatest) and Laa
      ilaaha illa Allah (There is no God but Allah) in happiness and
      thanksgiving because this was the first child to be born to the
      muhajireen in Madinah.

      Asmaa became known for her fine and noble qualities and for the
      keenness of her intelligence. She was an extremely generous
      person. Her son Abdullah once said of her, "I have not seen two
      women more generous than my aunt A'ishah and my mother Asmaa.
      But their generosity was expressed in different ways. My aunt
      would accumulate one thing after another until she had gathered
      what she felt was sufficient and then distributed it all to
      those in need. My mother, on the other hand, would not keep
      anything even for the morrow."

      Asmaa's presence of mind in difficult circumstances was
      remarkable. When her father left Makkah, he took all his wealth,
      amounting to some six thousand dirhams, with him and did not
      leave any for his family. When Abu Bakr's father, Abu Quhafah
      (he was still a mushrik) heard of his departure he went to his
      house and said to Asmaa:

      "I understand that he has left you bereft of money after he
      himself has abandoned you."

      "No, grandfather," replied Asmaa, "in fact he has left us much
      money." She took some pebbles and put them in a small recess in
      the wall where they used to put money. She threw a cloth over
      the heap and took the hand of her grandfather --he was
      blind--and said, "See how much money he has left us".

      Through this strategem, Asmaa wanted to allay the fears of the
      old man and to forestall him from giving them anything of his
      own wealth. This was because she disliked receiving any
      assistance from a mushrik even if it was her own grandfather.

      She had a similar attitude to her mother and was not inclined to
      compromise her honour and her faith. Her mother, Qutaylah, once
      came to visit her in Madinah. She was not a Muslim and was
      divorced from her father in preIslamic times. Her mother brought
      her gifts of raisins, clarified butter and qaraz (pods of a
      species of sant tree). Asmaa at first refused to admit her into
      her house or accept the gifts. She sent someone to A'ishah to
      ask the Prophet, peace be upon him, about her attitude to her
      mother and he replied that she should certainly admit her to her
      house and accept the gifts. On this occasion, the following
      revelation came to the Prophet:

      "God forbids you not, with regard to those who do not fight you
      because of your faith nor drive you out of your homes, from
      dealing kindly and justly with them. God loves those who are
      just. God only forbids you with regard to those who fight you
      for your Faith, and drive you from your homes, and support
      others in driving you out, from turning to them (for friendship
      and protection). It is such as turn to them (in these
      circumstances) that do wrong." (Surah al-Mumtahanah 60: 8-9).

      For Asmaa and indeed for many other Muslims, life in Madinah was
      rather difficult at first. Her husband was quite poor and his
      only major possession to begin with was a horse he had bought.
      Asmaa herself described these early days:

      "I used to provide fodder for the horse, give it water and groom
      it. I would grind grain and make dough but I could not bake
      well. The women of the Ansar used to bake for me. They were
      truly good women. I used to carry the grain on my head from
      az-Zubayr's plot which the Prophet had allocated to him to
      cultivate. It was about three farsakh (about eight kilometres)
      from the town's centre. One day I was on the road carrying the
      grain on my head when I met the Prophet and a group of Sahabah.
      He called out to me and stopped his camel so that I could ride
      behind him. I felt embarrassed to travel with the Prophet and
      also remembered az-Zubayr's jealousy--he was the most jealous of
      men. The Prophet realised that I was embarrassed and rode on."

      Later, Asmaa related to az-Zubayr exactly what had happened and
      he said, "By God, that you should have to carry grain is far
      more distressing to me than your riding with (the Prophet)".

      Asmaa obviously then was a person of great sensitivity and
      devotion. She and her husband worked extremely hard together
      until their situation of poverty gradually changed. At times,
      however, az-Zubayr treated her harshly. Once she went to her
      father and complained to him about this. His reply to her was:
      "My daughter, have sabr for if a woman has a righteous husband
      and he dies and she does not marry after him, they will be
      brought together again in Paradise."

      Az-Zubayr eventually became one of the richest men among the
      Sahabah but Asmaa did not allow this to corrupt her principles.
      Her son, al-Mundhir once sent her an elegant dress from Iraq
      made of fine and costly material. Asmaa by this time was blind.
      She felt the material and said, "It's awful. Take it back to
      him".

      Al-Mundhir was upset and said, "Mother, it was not transparent."

      "It may not be transparent," she retorted, "but it is too
      tight-fitting and shows the contours of the body."

      Al-Mundhir bought another dress that met with her approval and
      she accepted it.

      If the above incidents and aspects of Asmaa's life may easily be
      forgotten, then her final meeting with her son, Abdullah, must
      remain one of the most unforgettable moments in early Muslim
      history. At that meeting she demonstrated the keenness of her
      intelligence, her resoluteness and the strength of her faith.

      Abdullah was in the running for the Caliphate after the death of
      Yazid ibn Mu'awiyah. The Hijaz, Egypt, Iraq, Khurasan and much
      of Syria were favourable to him and acknowledged him as the
      Caliph. The Ummayyads however continued to contest the Caliphate
      and to field a massive army under the command of Al-Hajjaj ibn
      Yusuf ath-Thaqafi. Relentless battles were fought between the
      two sides during which Abdullah ibn az-Zubayr displayed great
      acts of courage and heroism. Many of his supporters however
      could not withstand the continuous strain of battle and
      gradually began to desert him. Finally he sought refuge in the
      Sacred Mosque at Makkah. It was then that he went to his mother,
      now an old blind woman, and said:

      "Peace be on you, Mother, and the mercy and blessings of God."

      "Unto you be peace, Abdullah," she replied. "What is it that
      brings you here at this hour while boulders from Hajjaj's
      catapults are raining down on your soldiers in the Haram and
      shaking the houses of Makkah?" "I came to seek your advice," he
      said.

      "To seek my advice?" she asked in astonishment. "About what?"

      "The people have deserted me out of fear of Hajjaj or being
      tempted by what he has to offer. Even my children and my family
      have left me. There is only a small group of men with me now and
      however strong and steadfast they are they can only resist for
      an hour or two more. Messengers of the Banu Umayyah (the
      Umayyads) are now negotiating with me, offering to give me
      whatever wordly possessions I want, should I lay down my arms
      and swear allegiance to Abdul Malik ibn Marwan. What do you
      think?"

      Raising her voice, she replied:

      "It's your affair, Abdullah, and you know yourself better. If
      however you think that you are right and that you are standing
      up for the Truth, then persevere and fight on as your companions
      who were killed under your flag had shown perseverance. If
      however you desire the world, what a miserable wretch you are.
      You would have destroyed yourself and you would have destroyed
      your men."

      "But I will be killed today, there is no doubt about it."

      "That is better for you than that you should surrender yourself
      to Hajjaj voluntarily and that some minions of Banu Umayyah
      should play with your head."

      "I do not fear death. I am only afraid that they will mutilate
      me."

      "There is nothing after death that man should be afraid of.
      Skinning does not cause any pain to the slaughtered sheep."

      Abdullah's face beamed as he said:

      "What a blessed mother! Blessed be your noble qualities! I have
      come to you at this hour to hear what I have heard. God knows
      that I have not weakened or despaired. He is witness over me
      that I have not stood up for what I have out of love for this
      world and its attractions but only out of anger for the sake of
      God. His limits have been transgressed. Here am I, going to what
      is pleasing to you. So if I am killed, do not grieve for me and
      commend me to God."

      "I shall grieve for you," said the ageing but resolute Asmaa,
      "only if you are killed in a vain and unjust cause."

      "Be assured that your son has not supported an unjust cause, nor
      committed any detestable deed, nor done any injustice to a
      Muslim or a Dhimmi and that there is nothing better in his sight
      than the pleasure of God, the Mighty, the Great. I do not say
      this to exonerate myself. God knows that I have only said it to
      make your heart firm and steadfast. "

      "Praise be to God who has made you act according to what He
      likes and according fo what I like. Come close to me, my son,
      that I may smell and feel your body for this might be the last
      meeting with you."

      Abdullah knelt before her. She hugged him and smothered his
      head, his face and his neck with kisses. Her hands began to
      squeeze his body when suddenly she withdrew them and asked:

      "What is this you are wearing, Abdullah?"

      "This is my armour plate."

      "This, my son, ls not the dress of one who desires martyrdom.
      Take it off. That will make your movements lighter and quicker.
      Wear instead the sirwal (a long under garment) so that if you
      are killed your 'awrah will not be exposed.

      Abdullah took off his armour plate and put on the sirwal. As he
      left for the Haram to join the fighting he said:

      "My mother, don't deprive me of your dada (prayer)."

      Raising her hands to heaven, she prayed:

      "O Lord, have mercy on his staying up for long hours and his
      loud crying in the darkness of the night while people slept . .
      .

      "O Lord, have mercy on his hunger and his thirst on his journeys
      from Madinah and Makkah while he fasted . . .

      "O Lord, bless his righteousness to his mother and his father .
      . .

      "O Lord, I commend him to Your cause and I am pleased with
      whatever You decree for him. And grant me for his sake the
      reward of those who are patient and who persevere."

      By sunset, Abdullah was dead. Just over ten days later, his
      mother joined him. She was a hundred years old. Age had not
      made her infirm nor blunted the keenness of her mind.
      ___________________________________________



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      • صديقة الزهور
        زهرة الحوار
        • Oct 2003
        • 4755

        #4



        اللهم ارزقنا هذا الحب

        حبيبي ليس يعادله حبيب.. ولا لسواه
        في قلبي نصيب .. حبيبي غاب عن
        بصري وشخصي ..ولكن ؟؟؟؟؟؟
        عن فؤادي لا يغيب
        أعجبني الشعر وحطيته نكي في الماسنجر


        تسلم الاحاسيس اختي شمعه

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        • *شمعة الحياة*
          النجم الفضي
          • Dec 2003
          • 1252

          #5
          جزاكم الله خير الجزاء غالياتي على مروركم الذي كان أروع بالنسبة لي ..

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          • ريَّانة المشاعر
            زهرة لا تنسى
            • Jun 2004
            • 9251

            #6
            جزاااااااااااك الله خيرا غاليتي شمووعة ..

            سلمت أناملك المبدعة صراحة ..


            يسلمووووو يا احلى أخت في الدنيا .. أول هديه منك




            يسلم لي حبي ياااااااااااااااااااااارب

            كانت منها وكانت كل سعادتي
            وفرحتي التي عشتها
            أحبك دانة قلبي

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            • *شمعة الحياة*
              النجم الفضي
              • Dec 2003
              • 1252

              #7
              غاليتي دودي أسعدني مرورك الذي كان اروع .

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              • دانة جدة
                كبار الشخصيات "نبض وعطاء" "زهرة الحوار" "مبدعة الملتقى"
                • Sep 2004
                • 13619

                #8
                شموعة الغالية

                كلمات راااااااااائعة

                من قلب محب صاااااااادق

                اسعدك الله دائما وابدا مع من احببتي
                اللهم اغفرلأمي وارحمها واعف عنها اللهم أنر قبرها واجعله روضة من رياض الجنة
                اللهم اجعل ملتقانا الفردوس الأعلى برحمتك ياأرحم الراحمين

                ****************
                اللهم ارحم أبي وأمي رحمةً واسعةً من عندك وأسكنهما فسيح جناتك وأسبغ عليهما رضواناً يبلغان به أعلى الجنان واجعلهما من الصديقين و الشهداء والصالحين و حسن أولئك رفيقا .اللهم بما عملا من خير في الدنيا فضاعف لهما الأجر أضعافاً مضاعفة وأغفر لهما ما كان من خطأ أو آثام اللهم أجزهم عنا خير الجزاء وارزقنا برهما والدعاء لهما

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                • ناااصحة
                  لجنة الجوال كبار الشخصيات "دانة الحوار" متألقة المداد
                  • Aug 2003
                  • 9439

                  #9
                  وما اروعه من حب...

                  كلمات راائعه غاليتي شمووعه
                  مدونة زاد الطريق رائعة جدا للقراءة من الجوال فيها دروس استاذة اناهيد السميري في العلم عن الله وشروحات متميزة

                  هُنا .. زاد الطريق

                  وهنا مدونة علم ينتفع به .. تفريغات للدروس اكثر

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                  • شمعة الحياة
                    النجم البرونزي
                    • Jul 2005
                    • 790

                    #10
                    الله الله الله على هاشعر
                    جزاك الله خيرا

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