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Tawheed and its Importance in Islam -- Part 1 of 8 This is an introductary lesson on the importance (More) This is an introductary lesson on the importance of Tawheed. It is taken from the site and can be heard in full on the following links: (Part 1 of 2) -- http://salafiaudio.com/audio/SA96_1A.mp3 and (Part 2 of 2) -- http://salafiaudio.com/audio/SA96_1B.mp3 What is Tawheed? and what's so important about it? This is what the da'ee (caller to Islam) Abu Khadeejah Abdul-Wahid covers in this top-notch lecture, so please listen to it wa barakAllahu feekum. The principle of Tawheed is the fundamental principle of Islam on which all other principles, rules and pillars of Islam are based. The aspect of Tawheed emanates from the Shahada "There is no deity worthy of worship except Allah and Muhammad is His servant and final Messenger". It is this declaration that forms the dividing line between Iman (belief) and Kufr (disbelief). The Shari'ah definition of Tawheed: To single out Almighty God alone for worship. When the term Tawheed is used in reference to Allaah (i.e. Tawheedullaah), it means the realizing and maintaining of Allaah's unity in all of man's actions which directly or indirectly relate to Him. Tawheed ( Islamic Monotheism ) has three aspects : A) Oneness of the Lordship of Allah ; (Tauhid-ar-Rububiyah) : To believe that there is only one Lord for all the universe its Creator, Organizer, Planner, Sustainer, and the Giver of security, etc., and that is Allah alone. B) Oneness of the Worship of Allah ; (Tawheed-al-Uluhiya) : To believe that none has the right to be worshiped [e.g. praying, invoking, asking for help (from the unseen), swearing, slaughtering sacrifices, giving charity, fasting, pilgrimage, etc. ] but Allah. C) Oneness of the Names and the QualitiesAttributes of Allah ; (Tawheed-al-Asma was-Sifat) : To believe that : (i) We must not name or qualify Allah except with what He or His Messenger, Muhammad (peace be upon him), has named or qualified Him, (ii) None can be named or qualified with the Names or Qualifications of Allah ; e.g. AL-Kareem, (iii) We must confirm all of Allah's Qualification (or Attributes) which Allah has stated in His Book (the Qur'an) or mentioned through His Messenger ( Muhammad ) without changing them or ignoring them completely or twisting the meanings or giving resemblance to any of the craeted things [ e.g. Allah is present over His Throne as mentioned in the Qur'an (20:5) :- " The Most Beneficent (Allah) Istawa (rose over) the (Mighty) Throne " over the seventh heaven ; and He only comes down over the first (nearest) heaven to us on the day of Arafat (the 9th of Dhul-Hijja), and also during the last third part of the night as mentioned by the Prophet Muhammad (peace be upon him), but He is with us by His Knowledge only, not by His Personal-Self (Bi-Dhatihi). Also Allah said : " There is nothing like unto Him and He is the All-Hearer, the All-Seer " (42:11) This holy Verse confirms the quality of hearing and the quality of sight for Allah without resemblance to others. These three aspects of TAWHEED are included in the meaning of La ilaha ill-Allah ( none has the right to be worshiped but Allah ). المسلمين سلفي سلفية السلفية (Less)
Janet Kuypers poem "A Chilld in the... Janet Kuypers performed this poem in the live (More) Janet Kuypers performed this poem in the live Chicago feature at the Beach Poets (Loyola Beacg, Chicago) August 14th, 2005. Because this is a live venue on the beach, there were no microhpones, and since Janet Kuypers has a bit of distance between her and the camera (and there is also a bit of wind off of Lake Michigan in Chicago) it is often not very easy to hear the poems from this show. But if you want to either see the full show, or hear studio mp3 recordings from this show, go to the web page http://www.janetkuypers.com/janetkuypers-dot-com--files/beach-poets08-14-05.htm to get the sudio clips, or even the chapbook that was released on the same day with this event. This is the original poem: a child in the park this was no ordinary park, mind you: there were no swings or children laughing; there were different children there. There was recreation: tennis, the pool, and a maze of streets for bicycles and long walks; surrounded by rows of prefabricated homes each with one little palm tree by the driveway. People drove golf carts around in the park, or large tricycles, or older couples would walk together just as it was beginning to turn to dusk and long shadows from tree-tops cris-crossed over the streets. In the afternoons, the women in the pool would wear hats and sunglasses, lean against the sides, swing legs in the warm water. I remember the summer afternoons when it rained in Florida, and after the rain I would go out in the puddles in my roller skates, skate through them, feet soaking wet. There was even a street named after me in the park, and at the end of Jan Drive there was a pond. I spent hours there, playing imaginary games, pretending I was grown-up, feeding the ducks, watching the fish swim around the rocks at my feet, looking for the turtles, listening to the wind. Oh, I remember Mr. Whorall, how he would walk onto his driveway every time I was playing tennis across the street. He would watch me, tell me how I was getting better at the game every time he saw me. And there was also Mrs. Rogers, who lived up the street from me. She saw me riding my bicycle by one day just before Halloween. She invited me in to help carve a pumpkin. Every year she bought me a Christmas present. The sweetest woman. The most beautiful woman. And there was Ira and Betty Wiggins, who lived on the next street, Sand Drive, with a sign in front of their house that said, "The Wiggins' Wigwam." They had a hammock on their porch, and art so beautiful, so colorful on their walls. They lived in Panama for years, he used to be a doctor. So many things collected from all their travel. They both knew so much, they both loved life. Once they saw me and asked if I wanted to catch a lion. They then went to the side of the road, and with a spoon pulled an ant lion from the top of a sand hill. So many secrets. Every night Ira could be found with cue holder, decorated with Panamanian art, at the pool table, playing my father, or another man who died years ago. I remember that man telling me that when I was younger he would watch me on Easter Sunday, me in my pastel dress, by myself, spinning, dancing in the streets. He remembered me dancing. This is his memory, how he thought of me. And I remember the McKinleys, Pete and Lindy, another beautiful pair who talked of Mexico, of all the places they'd gone, all the things they had seen. So many times I would visit them just to hear them talk. And Pete would try to stump me with an intellectual riddle every time I sat with him; he would ask me about astronomy, what I had learned in my classes since the last time I visited the park. Sometimes they would take me to their country club, play on tennis courts made of clay, how strange it felt on my feet through my tennis shoes. It was like another world there. The park was where I spent my Christmases, my Easters. I remember swimming in the pool, a week shy of thirteen, when my parents told me I was an aunt. Now I talk to my sister on the phone, she asks me if I remember so-and-so from Palos Avenue, from Blue Skys Drive. The couple that had the ornate rock garden in their front yard, or the snow shovel against their light post with the words "rust in peace" painted in white on the metal. Yes, I say, I remember them. Well, so-and-so passed away last week, she says. Heart attack. This is what it comes down to, I think, all these memories are slowly disappearing. So many memories. Where there are palm trees everywhere. It was my other world, my other life, another lifestyle, another everything. This was not an ordinary park, but the children were so much smarter, and still so full of life. So much to teach. So little time. (Less)
The Jeff Healey Band When the night comes falling live.mp3
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