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Very Interesing: Prophet Idrees Alahis Salaam.


I was reading a book yesterday and learnt some very interesting facts about the Prophet Idris Alahis Salam, somethings which I had not known before.

Well he was the third Prophet of Islam after Adam and Seth (A.S.). But more interestingly:

  • Hazrat Idrees (alaihis-salaam) was the first person to write with the pen, thus becoming the inventor of writing in this world.
  • He was also the first to manufacture weapons, and with the same weapons he waged jihad against the children of Qaabeel. After the death of Qaabeel, the generations that came after him had rejected Allah and His Prophets. So Hazrat Idrees waged war against them, for they had now become the enemies of Allah.
  • Hazrat Idrees (alaihis-salaam) was granted by Allah knowledge of astronomy and arithmetic, and he taught this to people.
  • He also invented the art of sewing clothes, at a time when people used the skins of animals to cover their bodies. Hazrat Idrees taught people how to sew clothing.
  • Another practice introduced by him into the world was the method of measuring and weighing.

All this knowledge came to him through Wahi (revelation) from Allah.

Also Idrees Alaihis salaam too was raised to the heavens and given the knowledge of the unseen. Both Christians and muslims agree upon this. The Quranic ayah which refers to this is fact is

Verily! He was a man of truth (and) a prophet. We raised him to a high station.
Surah 19:56-57

An interesting story which I read  relating to him  (alahis salam) is that when he was raised to the heavens he asked the Angel of death to give him a taste of death i.e to take his soul out and put it back so he would know what it would feel like as “Every soul shall taste of death”. So the Angel of death took his soul and then put it back for him.

Then he asked the angels to show him the fire of hell as every person would pass over it (see it) so he was shown the hell. Then he asked to be taken to heaven (jannah) so the angels took him to Jannah. Once he was in Jannah he said that after a person enters Jannah he will not be taken out again so he wished to stay there and Allah allowed this. Thus the writer said the Prophet Idrees Alaihis salaam is actually alive in the heavens and indeed the Prophet Sallallahu alaihi wasalam met  him on the  4th Heaven on the Night of Meraj (asencion)

Wallahu Alamu Bis sawaab

Some Of His Sayings:

“Happy is he who looks at his own deeds and appoints them as pleaders to his Lord.”

“None can show better gratitude for Allah’s favors than he who shares them with others.”

“Do not envy people for what they have as they will only enjoy it for a short while.”

“He who indulges in excess will not benefit from it.”

“The real joy of life is to have wisdom.”

The Insaaf of Hazrat Ali Radhiallau Anho


I just read a story relating to the knowledge and wisdom gained through pious company, in this case of  Noble Ali Ra in the company of the Prophet Sallallahu alaihi wasalam.

Two friends were sharing some food one had 3 pieces the other 5 pieces of roti (bread). A traveller passed by and they asked him to join in the meal and they shared the bread between the three of them. The next day the traveller left and he gave them 8 dirhams for the bread. One of the friends said as he had provided 5 rotis he should receive 5 dirhams and the other 3. The other friend said that it would be fair to split the money 50/50 i.e. 4 dirhams each.They could not reach an agreement and to reach an agreement and make peace they visited hazrat Ali Radhiallahu anho.

Hazrat Ali RA decided that the person with 5 rotis should receive 7 dirhams and the other person just one dirham. The people were a little confused as to why this was the case. it was explained to them that each piece of bread should be divided in to three thus 8 x 3 = 24 pieces of bread. it would be assumed the food was shared equally thus each would eat 8 of these pieces. This meant thatt he person who provided 3 rotis would have eaten himself  8 out of his 9 pieces and the guest would have eaten just one of his pieces. The  person who provided 5 rotis would have eaten  8 out of his 15 pieces and 7 pieces would have been eaten by the guest and thus he should receive 7 pieces.

Subhanallah at the Adl (insaaf) of Hazrat Ali RA.

Grief : “This is one who loveth yearning for his beloved.”


Two of the Prophets surviving children, Ruqayya and Umm Kulthum, would be buried beside their sister Zaynab Radhiallahu Anha in the cemetry of Medina. Not so his equally beloved- though adopted – son Zayd Radhiallahu anho, who died in the hills of Syria (alongside the Prophet Sallallahu alaihi wasalams yound cousin Jafar RA. ) at the battle of Mutah. Muhammad saw could not pray over their distant graves though He (Sallallahu alaihi wasalam) did walk out and greet the warriors returning from this battle, holding the bridle of his favourite mule, Duldul, on which was seated Jafar’s young son. ….

The day before Aisha Radhiallahu Anha had peeped through the curtain and watched the Prophet share the grevious news with the household of Jafar. Although Jafar was Ali’s full brother (ra), and so might be reduced in Aisha’s eyes, not a hint of that enters in to her description. The Prophet Sallallahu alaihi wasalam, once he entered the house, had called for the boys so that he could tell them himself, but first he embraced them – and as he did so his eyes filled with tears. When he returned to his own household (in which were gathered all the grieving family of Zayd) he gave instructions that food should also be cooked those next few days for the family of Jafar, ‘for their grief doth busy them beyond caring for their own needs’. Just as he was about to reach his own door, he was seen by the little orphaned daughter of Zayd, who ran straight in to Muhammad’s arms (Sallallahu alaihi wasalam) as he hugged that child to him he wept unrestrainedly and his body shook with sobs. An Awed believer stood aside in astonishment and asked, “What is this?” The prophet Sallallahu alaihi wasalam answered, “This is one who loveth yearning for his beloved.”….

(From these cherished memories of how the Prophet (Sallallahu alaihi wasalam reacted to the death of his daugther and his adopted son come the practices if burial and bereavement still practiced by Muslims today) ….

Excerpt from “The Heirs of the Prophet Muhammad and the roots of the Sunni Shia Schism, Barnaby Rogerson)….

Harat Alis Sorrow RA


Words which may have been said to the Prophet Sallallahu alaihi wasalam By Hazrat Ali Radhiallahu anho on the death of Hazrat Khadijah Radhiallahu Anha and Abu Talib.

Both my eyes weep, weep for that chief of the Bateha valley whose name was Abu Talib; and weep for that flower of womanhood whose name was Khadija. The woman first to accept Islam and first to pray. Both Abu Talib and Khadija were pure souls. Their passing away has created a great void. At the pain of their separation I spend the whole night in weeping. They helped the Holy Prophet. They were a source of strength to Islam. After them the world has been plunged into darkness. From God they came and to God they have returned; may their souls rest in peace.

Islam: The story of Habib the Persian


The story of Habib the Persian

(Habib al-`Ajami)

Taken from Tadhikurut al-Awliya, by Abu Nu`aym al-Isfahani

Habib ibn Mohammad al-‘Ajami al-Basri, a Persian settled at Basra, was a noted traditionist who transmitted from al-Hasan al-Basri, Ibn Sirrin, and other authorities. His conversion from a life of ease and self-indulgence was brought about by al-Hasan’s eloquence; he was a frequent attendant at his lectures, and became one of his closest associates.

Habib to begin with was a man of property and a usurer. He dwelt in Basra, and every day he made the rounds to collect from his clients. If he got no money, he would demand payment for his shoe leather. In this manner he covered his daily expenditure.

One day he had gone to look for a certain debtor. The man was not at home; so failing to find him; he demanded shoe leather payment. “My husband is not at home,” the debtor’s wife told him. “I myself have nothing to give you. We had slaughtered a sheep, but only the neck is left. If you like I will give you that.” “That is something,” the usurer replied, thinking that he might at least take the sheep’s neck off her and carry it home. “Put a pot on the fire.” “I have neither bread nor fuel,” the woman answered. “Very well,” the man said. “I will go and fetch fuel and bread, and it can be charged to shoe leather.” So he went off and fetched these things, and the woman set the pot. When the pot was cooked the woman was about to pour its contents into a bowl when a beggar knocked at the door.

“If we give you what we have got,” Habib shouted at him, you will not become rich, and we will become poor ourselves.”

The beggar, despairing, petitioned the woman to put something in the bowl. She lifted the lid of the saucepan, and found that its contents had all turned to black blood. Turning pale, she hurried back and taking Habib by the hand, led him towards the pot. “Look what has happened to us because of your cursed usury, and your shouting at the beggar!” she cried. “What will become of us now in-this world, not to mention the next?” On seeing this, Habib felt a fire within him which never afterwards subsided.

“Woman,” he said, “I repent of all I have done.” Next day he went out to look for his clients. It happened to be a Friday, and the children were playing in the street. When they sighted Habib they started to shout. “Here comes Habib the usurer. Run away, lest his dust settles on us and we become as cursed as he!” These words hurt Habib very much. He took his way to the meeting ball, and there certain phrases passed Hasan of Basra’s lips which struck Habib straight to the heart, so that be fainted. Then he repented. Realizing what had happened, Hasan of Basra took him by the hand and calmed him. As he returned from the meeting he was spotted by one of his debtors, who made to run away. “Do not run away,” Habib called to him. “Till now it was for you to flee from me; now I must run away from you.” He passed on. The children were still playing. When they sighted Habib they shouted again. “Here comes Habib the penitent. Run away, lest our dust settles on him, for we are sinners against God.” “My God and Master!” cried Habib. “Because of this one day that I have made my peace with Thee, Thou hast beaten the drums of men’s hearts for me and noised my name abroad for virtue.”

Habib then issued a proclamation. “Whoever wants anything from Habib, come and take it!” The people gathered together, and he gave away all his possessions so that he was left penniless. Another man came with a demand. Having nothing left, Habib gave him his wife’s chaddur. To another claimant he gave his own shirt, and remained naked.1

He repaired to a hermitage on the banks of the Euphrates, and there gave himself up to the worship of God. Every night and day he studied under Hasan, but he could not learn the Quran, for which reason he was nicknamed the Barbarian (al-`Ajami).2 Time passed, and he was completely destitute. His wife asked him for housekeeping money constantly. So Habib left his house and made for the hermitage to resume his devotions.

When night came he returned to his wife. “Where have you been working, not to bring anything home?” his wife demanded. “The one I have been working for is extremely generous,” Habib replied. “He is so generous that I am ashamed to ask him for anything. When the proper time comes, he will give. For he says, ‘Every ten days I pay the wages.’ ” So Habib repaired daily to the hermitage to worship, till ten days were up.

On the tenth day at the time of the midday prayer a thought entered his mind. “What can I take home tonight, and what am I to tell my Wife?” And he pondered this deeply. Straightway Almighty God sent a porter to the door of his house with an ass-load of flour, another with a skinned sheep, and another with oil, honey, herbs, and seasonings. The porters loaded up all this. A handsome young man accompanied them with a purse of three hundred silver dirhams. Coming to Habib’s house, he knocked on the door. “What do you want?” asked Habib’s wife, opening the door. “The Master has sent all this,” the handsome youth replied. “Tell Habib, ‘You increase your output, and we will increase your wages.”‘ So saying, he departed. At nightfall Habib proceeded homeward, ashamed and sorrowful. As he approached his house, the aroma of bread and cooking assailed his nostrils. His wife ran to greet him and wiped his face and was gentle with him as she had never been before. “Husband,” she cried, “the man you are working for is a very fine gentleman, generous and full of loving kindness. See what he sent by the hand of a handsome young man! And the young man said, ‘When Habib comes home, tell him, You increase your output, and we will increase your wages.’ Habib was amazed. “Wonderful!” he exclaimed. “I worked for ten days, and he did me all this kindness. If I work harder, who knows what he will do?” And he turned his face wholly away from worldly things and gave himself up to God’s service.

The miracles of Habib

One day an old woman came to Habib and, falling at his feet, wept bitterly. “I have a son who has been absent from me a long time. I can no longer endure to be parted from him. Say a prayer to God,” she begged Habib. “It may be that by the blessing of your prayer God will send him back to me.”

“Have you any money?” Habib asked her. “Yes, two dirhams,” she replied. “Bring them, and give them to the poor.” And Habib recited a prayer, then he said to the old woman, “Be gone. Your son has returned to you.”

The old woman had not yet reached the door of her house, when she beheld her son.

“Why, here is my son!” she shouted, and she brought him to Habib.

“What happened?” Habib enquired of him.

“I was in Kerman,” the son replied. “My teacher had sent me to look for some meat. I obtained the meat and was just returning to him, when the wind seized hold of me. I heard a voice saying,

” ‘Wind, carry him to his own home, by the blessing of Habib’s prayer and the two dirhams given in alms.’ ”

One year on the eighth day of Dhul-Hijja, Habib was seen in Basra and on the ninth day at Arafat.3

Once a famine was raging in Basra. Habib purchased many provisions on credit and gave them away as alms. He fastened his purse and placed it under his pillow. When the tradesmen came to demand payment, he would take out his purse and it was full of dirhams, which he gave away as loans.4

Habib had a house in Basra on the crossroads. He also had a fur coat which he wore summer and winter. Once, needing to perform the ritual washing, he arose and left his coat on the ground. Hasan of Basra, happening on the scene, perceived the coat flung in the road. “This ‘barbarian’ does not know its value,” he commented. “This fur coat ought not to be left here. It may get lost.” So he stood there watching over it. Presently Habib returned. “Imam of the Muslims,” he cried after saluting Hasan, “why are you standing here?”

“Do you not know,” Hasan replied, “that this coat ought not to be left here? It may get lost. Say, in whose charge did you leave it?”

“In His charge,” Habib answered, “who appointed you to watch over it.”

One day Hasan came to call on Habib. Habib placed two rounds of barley bread and a little salt before Hasan. Hasan began to eat. A beggar came to the door, and Habib gave the two rounds and the salt to him.

“Habib,” remarked the astonished Hasan, “you are a worthy man. If only you had some knowledge, it would be better. You took the bread from under the nose of your guest and gave it all to the beggar. You ought to have given a part to the beggar and a part to the guest.” Habib said nothing. Presently a slave entered with a tray on his head. A roast lamb was on the tray, together with sweetmeat and fine bread, and five hundred silver dirhams. He set the tray before Habib. Habib gave the money to the poor, and placed the tray before Hasan. “Master,” he said when Hasan had eaten some of the roast, “you are a good man. If only you had a little faith, it would be better. Knowledge must be accompanied by faith.”

One day officers of Hajjaj were searching for Hasan.5 He was hiding in Habib’s hermitage.

“Have you seen Hasan today?” the officers demanded of Habib.

“I have seen him,” he answered. “Where was he?” “In this hermitage.” The officers entered the hermitage, but for all their searching they did not find Hasan. (“Seven times they laid their hands on me,” Hasan afterwards related, “but they did not see me.”)

“Habib,” Hasan remarked on leaving the hermitage, “you did not observe your duty to your master. You pointed me out.”

“Master,” Habib replied, “it was because I told the truth that you escaped. If I had lied, we would both have been arrested.” “What did you recite, that they did not see me?” Hasan asked. “I recited the Throne-verse ten times,” Habib answered. “Ten times I recited The Messenger believes, and ten times Say, He is God, One. Then I said, ‘O God, I have committed Hasan to Thee. Watch over him.”‘6

Hasan once wished to go to a certain place. He came down to the bank of the Tigris, and was pondering something to himself when Habib arrived on the scene. “Imam, why are you standing here?” he asked. “I wish to go to a certain place. The boat is late,” Hasan replied. “Master, what has happened to you?” Habib demanded. “I learned all that I know from you. Expel from your heart all envy of other men. Close your heart against worldly things. Know that suffering is a precious prize, and see that all affairs are of God. Then set foot on the water and walk.” With that Habib stepped on to the water and departed. Hasan swooned. When he recovered, the people asked him, “Imam of the Muslims, what happened to you?” “My pupil Habib just now reprimanded me,” he replied. “Then he stepped on the water and departed, whilst I remained impotent. If tomorrow a voice cries, ‘Pass over the fiery pathway’-if I remain impotent like this, what can I do?” “Habib,” Hasan asked later, “how did you discover this power?” “Because I make my heart white, whereas you make paper black,” Habib replied. “My learning profited another, but it did not profit me,” Hasan commented.