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Title: Badr Post by: Admin on September 29, 2007, 08:11:32 PM BADR
A deep overwhelming sadness was experienced today. Heart tears still flow while I struggle to maintain patience, the essence of this Mubarak month. We decided to drive to Badr, to honour yaum ul-furqan, the Day of Distinction, the battle between Truth and falsehood, between right and wrong, between belief and disbelief. The first battle Allah Ta?ala allowed, on the 17th day of the first Ramadhan decreed by Allah Ta?ala, in the second year after Hijrah. (Previous posts [1,2] cover details as well as other links) 313 unarmed Sahabah RadhiAllahu anhum, 70 camels, 2 horses and 8 swords, (according to many narrations) with the only other weapons of sticks and stones, made the arduous journey of 150 kilometers south-west from Madinah towards the Red Sea. The mountain ranges are awesome, the rubble and sand scorching hot. The temperature at Badr today was at least 10 degrees hotter than here in Madinah, the unrelenting sweltering winds showing no mercy. And this same lack of mercy is what we were greeted with as we drove to the site of the most moving battle in the history of mankind. An arrogant shurta, policeman sauntered out of a structure attached to the low fence where in the past one could stand beside and look inside the Shuhadah area. And before we could even alight from the car he was saying mamnu? mamnu?, bida??. forbidden, prohibited, innovation, and gesturing to promptly disappear. I felt my heart stop. Tears welled. The anger button activated. The temperature under my abaya rising to match that of outside?.but what recourse do we have against these ??.? (for the sake of politeness, and for the sake of Ramadhan I will suppress these fingers from bashing the letters I would like to.) Any altercation may have meant we would have been having Iftar provided by the police or the Commission of Commanding Virtue and Preventing Vice, or both. So much for vice and virtue. Only a few days ago in one of the local Arabic daily papers the news of an elaborate memorial to be built near Yanbu, not far from Badr, commemorating the meeting of the first Saudi king, Abdul Aziz with his Egyptian counterpart , King Farouq was announced. And yet the treatment given to our noble Islamic history is mamnu?, bida? The poignant story of Huzaifah ibn Yaman RadhiAllahu anhu, pierced my morose mood. He was migrating from Makkah at the same time as Abu Jahl and the doomed Quraishi army. When Huzaifah RadhiAllahu anhu was asked by Abu Jahl where he was going, he replied to see Rasulullah SallAllahu alaihi wasallam. Abu Jahl with a sword to Huzaifah?s throat made him promise that he would not join in the battle against the Quraish. To save his life he complied. When he arrived in Madinah the Prophet SallAllahu alaihi wasallam had already assembled the small army, and naturally Huzaifah RadhiAllahu anhu, like all eager to fight for the Truth, he requested to be included. But when the Prophet heard of the promise he had made to Abu Jahl, he refused permission for Huzaifah RadhiAllahu anhu?s presence in the contingency. The integrity of our Blessed Prophet SallAllahu alaihi wasallam, regardless of the urgency of the situation was always of the highest caliber. He SallAllahu alaihi wasallam said: ?What has been held out in assurance and a promise given will not be violated.? SubhanAllah. So Huzaifah RadhiAllahu anhu was denied the honour of becoming a Badri. His heart must have been shattered. Upon reflecting on the incident we faced today I feel a far greater empathy for how Sayyidina Huzaifah RadhiAllahu anhu must have felt. The sacrifices, the tests, the suffering, the zeal come that little closer. SubhanAllah. .... read the rest at http://almiskeenah.blogsome.com/category/ramadhan-1428-09/ (http://almiskeenah.blogsome.com/category/ramadhan-1428-09/) This is the blog of a special aunty. She is a wonderful and amazing being who is blessed to live in Madinah tun Nabi! and Alhamdulila I was blessed to be able to meet, sit and talk to her in the courtyard of Masjid nabawi : ) I love you Aunt Noor fillah! x |