[arriftell]

Ameen...

[Xzmwskxn]

...subhnallah that was so powerful brought tears to my eyes.

May Allah make shaykh Osman kazi a source of guidance for many many people.
ameen

Jazakallah Khair for sharing this with us.

[MyLeva]

Despite the fact that I was receiving a good G.C.S.E. education and that I expected good examination results; and despite the prospect of a good career and a comfortable life ahead of me, at the age of 15, I was perplexed by life. The reason being that although I had many comforts and luxuries at my disposal, I lacked man’s two greatest assets: peace of mind and contentment of the soul. And even though I possessed worldly knowledge, and I had a rough idea why E=MC2, I did not know the reason for my existence. Though my immediate and mundane future seemed prosperous and promising because the dye had been cast, and the ‘American dream’ was about to be lived out, but at the back of my mind, I had an underlying feeling of uncertainty about my eternal future. I was …

‘A dark ploughed field in the cold rain.
A broken field ploughed by pain.’ -Sigh-

It was at this dark hour of my life, in this state of confusion, depression, and distress that a dawn of hope began to break. A ray of mercy touched my soul. That is to say I started participating in the effort of Dawat and Tableegh. It was in the effort of dawat that I found the inner peace for which I had sought out all my life. Soon this work became the only source of my freedom, the coolness of my heart, the salvation of my soul, the light of my eyes. It became my obsession, my life. The Dawat Effort gave me a feeling of peace and serenity I had never witnessed before. It was as if a prisoner had been released from his cell of misery and grief. As if a diseased had been cured of his ailment. As if a destitute had been given shelter. As if a blind had recovered his priceless eyesight. The effort of dawat breathed a new life into me. It was as if I was a ‘Born again Muslim’.

After spending more and more time in this effort and attending religious assemblies at Dewsbury Markaz in England, I began to increase in spiritual illumination. Yet I soon found that after returning home and once again attending school, maintaining that level of spirituality was a near enough impossibility. I realized that in today’s westernized environment, I was but a mere “candle in the wind”.

The howling winds and storms of liberalism and westernism were blowing fiercely throughout the world and they had succeeded in extinguishing the flame of Imaan, which had been flickering in the hearts of thousands of spiritually weak Muslims. I saw that many of my friends were addicted to drugs, booze, and other such vices and that they had enslaved themselves to the unbridled liberalism of western civilization. Soon after returning from the path of Allah, the floods of immorality overtook me too, and once again I found myself being swept away towards spiritual decadence like a blade of grass or a fallen leaf in the raging waters of a river. Occasionally I would rescue myself by climbing back onto the boat of Dawat and I would recuperate, but upon leaving the sanctuary of the effort, I would once again be faced by the poisons and pollution of today’s anti-Islamic world. So this vicious cycle continued, and with the passage of time I increasingly grew disturbed and distressed, and I began to lose hope in my chances of spiritual survival in the outside environment.

So it was in this state of desperation that someone suggested to me that I become an Islamic Scholar. By living in an Islamic environment, not only would I myself be able to survive but also with my knowledge and understanding of Deen, inshallah I would be able to spread the message of Islam with renewed effect. As the saying goes: “If you change, your luck will change as well”. So, it was in the summer of ‘89 that Allah, the most Merciful, favored this incompetent slave of his and put him on the path to a long, weary and arduous (but ever rewarding) journey towards self rectification.

Now, seven years later, with tears in my eyes and pain in my heart, I stand on the brink of graduation from the Institute. These seven years have been difficult, there’s no denying that. They have been a continuous struggle, a long trek uphill. But as the saying goes: “The finest steel has to go through the hottest furnace”, I have come to realize that (and I invite my fellow colleagues to ponder over this point); Allah has blessed us in bringing us to this Institute. Out of the millions of youths throughout England, Allah has selected us and protected us. All praise is due to Allah for having bestowed us with this most divine gift. For having chosen us to gain the priceless knowledge of this heavenly religion. The knowledge of the Qur’an whose one letter is more precious than all the treasures of the kings of the world, more valuable than all the gold, silver, rubies and emeralds of the Heavens and the Earth.

O Jamia! (Institute) You showed me new horizons, which I had never before known existed, and you saw me through the slips and falls of life. O Jamia! Seven years ago the mere thought of becoming a scholar was beyond me. How can a pauper ever dream of becoming a prince? But you’ve done it! You have made a man out of this ignorant youth. Seven years ago, when I came knocking on your door, I was in this grave misconception that I knew everything. But now you’ve made me realize that I know nothing. (Except the fact of my ignorance.) Without you, I was an ignorant, thoughtless, and worthless youth. Imprisoned by the chains and shackles of the evils and poisons of western society. Polluted by their satanic propaganda and brain washed by their twisted ideologies. You were my teacher, my physician, and my guide. You were eyes to the blind and feet to the lame.

I think I speak on behalf of all those who have left this Institute when I say, “I have enjoyed every minute of my stay here and if I were to be afforded the opportunity and if it were at all possible, I wouldn’t mind repeating this journey a thousand times over.”

THE END

Written by Shaykh Osman Kazi (who likes to keep a low profile ) of Bolton, England at the Islamic Institute in Dewsbury, England.

[Tribas4u]

Assalamualaykum.
After laerning that you had submitted my article to this site i was compelled to reply.
I would , however, like to make two points:
Firstly I am not a 'Shaykh', i am a mere student in search of guidance.
Secondly, I would have been grateful if You had submitted the article in it's entirety, with the editing.
Jazakaummulah etecher.
Jazkallh to you all for your kind duas.
Was-salm

[aNoBVsUW]

Salam,

It's very hard to believe that the previous post was by a Shaykh who received 9 GCSE O levels and whose articles have been published in local newspapers. Khair, time will tell. Or maybe, the Shaykh's trying to keep a low profile again

Other than that, I'm still in Delhi and I was talking with a person from Saudi Arabia the other day and he told me that his brother was in jail for fourteen years but the Saudis have a rule that if you memorize the Noble Quran whilst in jail, then they cut down the prison sentence by half. Since his brother memorized the Noble Quran, he only had to stay for 7 years at
'Shawshank'. Quite interesting.....

[pirinosa]

Ameen...

for posting it. Hmm... if only.

[onlineslotetes]

Is ur name Osman
if so can i have ur email as i wish to email u something important about Islam

[Gudronich]

can i have ur emAIL adress

[puzobok]

Go on this to look AT something evil the americans have done-made a new quran
http://by124w.bay124.mail.live.com/m...252&attdepth=0

[siklop]

Despite the fact that I was receiving a good G.C.S.E. education and that I expected good examination results; and despite the prospect of a good career and a comfortable life ahead of me, at the age of 15, I was perplexed by life. The reason being that although I had many comforts and luxuries at my disposal, I lacked man’s two greatest assets: peace of mind and contentment of the soul. And even though I possessed worldly knowledge, and I had a rough idea why E=MC2, I did not know the reason for my existence. Though my immediate and mundane future seemed prosperous and promising because the dye had been cast, and the ‘American dream’ was about to be lived out, but at the back of my mind, I had an underlying feeling of uncertainty about my eternal future. I was …

‘A dark ploughed field in the cold rain.
A broken field ploughed by pain.’ -Sigh-

It was at this dark hour of my life, in this state of confusion, depression, and distress that a dawn of hope began to break. A ray of mercy touched my soul. That is to say I started participating in the effort of Dawat and Tableegh. It was in the effort of dawat that I found the inner peace for which I had sought out all my life. Soon this work became the only source of my freedom, the coolness of my heart, the salvation of my soul, the light of my eyes. It became my obsession, my life. The Dawat Effort gave me a feeling of peace and serenity I had never witnessed before. It was as if a prisoner had been released from his cell of misery and grief. As if a diseased had been cured of his ailment. As if a destitute had been given shelter. As if a blind had recovered his priceless eyesight. The effort of dawat breathed a new life into me. It was as if I was a ‘Born again Muslim’.

After spending more and more time in this effort and attending religious assemblies at Dewsbury Markaz in England, I began to increase in spiritual illumination. Yet I soon found that after returning home and once again attending school, maintaining that level of spirituality was a near enough impossibility. I realized that in today’s westernized environment, I was but a mere “candle in the wind”.

The howling winds and storms of liberalism and westernism were blowing fiercely throughout the world and they had succeeded in extinguishing the flame of Imaan, which had been flickering in the hearts of thousands of spiritually weak Muslims. I saw that many of my friends were addicted to drugs, booze, and other such vices and that they had enslaved themselves to the unbridled liberalism of western civilization. Soon after returning from the path of Allah, the floods of immorality overtook me too, and once again I found myself being swept away towards spiritual decadence like a blade of grass or a fallen leaf in the raging waters of a river. Occasionally I would rescue myself by climbing back onto the boat of Dawat and I would recuperate, but upon leaving the sanctuary of the effort, I would once again be faced by the poisons and pollution of today’s anti-Islamic world. So this vicious cycle continued, and with the passage of time I increasingly grew disturbed and distressed, and I began to lose hope in my chances of spiritual survival in the outside environment.

So it was in this state of desperation that someone suggested to me that I become an Islamic Scholar. By living in an Islamic environment, not only would I myself be able to survive but also with my knowledge and understanding of Deen, inshallah I would be able to spread the message of Islam with renewed effect. As the saying goes: “If you change, your luck will change as well”. So, it was in the summer of ‘89 that Allah, the most Merciful, favored this incompetent slave of his and put him on the path to a long, weary and arduous (but ever rewarding) journey towards self rectification.

Now, seven years later, with tears in my eyes and pain in my heart, I stand on the brink of graduation from the Institute. These seven years have been difficult, there’s no denying that. They have been a continuous struggle, a long trek uphill. But as the saying goes: “The finest steel has to go through the hottest furnace”, I have come to realize that (and I invite my fellow colleagues to ponder over this point); Allah has blessed us in bringing us to this Institute. Out of the millions of youths throughout England, Allah has selected us and protected us. All praise is due to Allah for having bestowed us with this most divine gift. For having chosen us to gain the priceless knowledge of this heavenly religion. The knowledge of the Qur’an whose one letter is more precious than all the treasures of the kings of the world, more valuable than all the gold, silver, rubies and emeralds of the Heavens and the Earth.

O Jamia! (Institute) You showed me new horizons, which I had never before known existed, and you saw me through the slips and falls of life. O Jamia! Seven years ago the mere thought of becoming a scholar was beyond me. How can a pauper ever dream of becoming a prince? But you’ve done it! You have made a man out of this ignorant youth. Seven years ago, when I came knocking on your door, I was in this grave misconception that I knew everything. But now you’ve made me realize that I know nothing. (Except the fact of my ignorance.) Without you, I was an ignorant, thoughtless, and worthless youth. Imprisoned by the chains and shackles of the evils and poisons of western society. Polluted by their satanic propaganda and brain washed by their twisted ideologies. You were my teacher, my physician, and my guide. You were eyes to the blind and feet to the lame.

I think I speak on behalf of all those who have left this Institute when I say, “I have enjoyed every minute of my stay here and if I were to be afforded the opportunity and if it were at all possible, I wouldn’t mind repeating this journey a thousand times over.”

THE END

Written by Shaykh Osman Kazi (who likes to keep a low profile ) of Bolton, England at the Islamic Institute in Dewsbury, England.

Subhanallah!!!!!