Islam - The Deen

29/03/2026

A few days ago, I shared a hadith. Let me give some real life examples of it.

The hadith is that the Prophet (peace be upon him) said, 'There are some people (men and women) whose hearts are like birds. They will go to Paradise.'

I have been watching the online Muslim community in Bangladesh since about 2015. Now there are different groups here. One group cannot see the other group. I myself am one of them in a roundabout way.

All of them talk about religion, write big posts about many important issues of religion. But I noticed one thing. Many people, including me, do not have this heart 'like a bird'.

However, I know some people who have hearts like birds. I know them in real life.

Here, an important issue has to be brought forward from another perspective. I will tell you in this post, why I brought up this 'other' issue.

A few days ago, in a video by Abdullah bin Abdur Razzak Bhai, he said, 'If there are two or three flaws in your appearance, then marry a girl whose family is civilized.' (I spoke the truth).

I have also seen brothers who could not be happy by marrying an orthodox Muslimah. The same is true for sisters.

So it is understood that many people may forget two or three things, but still, there can be many good things in that person.

A person's heart being soft is a very important thing. Orthodox means that he is good, but it is not really that.

So what I was saying is about some real life examples.

1. I have a cousin. I mean, my mother's cousin's son. He does not write big articles. He is busy with work. Sometimes he plays a few games. But he is a good enough Muslim in many ways. I have never seen him miss the prayer at the earliest time.

This Ramadan, he went to the mosque and prayed Qiyamul Layla. If I had a sister, I would have said, 'Marry my sister' even if I was beaten up and had a gun pointed at my head.

His morals are extraordinary. I think this boy will be a good husband.

2. My great uncle's son. He is not very active on Facebook. He lives in the USA. He was at IBM. Even if he doesn't say it himself, I don't know about him. He is a very charitable person. He has sent a lot of money to Palestine and Syria so far. A lot means a lot.

He helps his relatives with whatever they need.

When a funeral is held in his area, he tries to volunteer to wash the body.

His morals and deeds are extremely good. He puts a lot of effort into reading the Quran, understanding the Quran, and converting it into deeds.

The funny thing is that my brother got a scholar like Sheikh Hatem Al Hajj. His wife got reverted by Sheikh.

3. My best friend Sajib. He cannot be an orthodox Muslim like many of you. He plays some games, watches movies and TV. But when it comes to transactions and keeping promises, this boy will leave many behind. He has extremely good morals. We have been together since the age of 7. Till today, I have no record of him lying, making trouble about transactions, and not keeping his promises in these 27 years.

4. Another relative of mine. I don't want to mention his name (there are family members). Let's call him A.

Another relative of mine is a big loser in business. Let's call him B. When this 'B' brother is sitting at the peak level of depression, then this 'A' brother gives him 10 lakh taka and tells him to restart again. Give the return when you can. No problem.

Brother A's business of 10 lakh taka has now stopped, and brother B's business has come to a standstill. You can say that his entire family is now running on this money.

He has done a good deed all his life. But look, his own brother also does not do this work.

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The people I mentioned have a common trait in them all. Their hearts are soft. There is no controversy. There is no backbiting. There is no poking.

They have some shortcomings in many places. Maybe their "method" will not match many of you. They do not write big Islamic writings. They do not write big jihadi posts. They do not have any activism either.

But they do some work that is in line with the hadith of the Prophet (peace be upon him).

I have seen one or two brothers in our community. I do not want to mention their names.

So, notice, these innocent people may be buying paradise. And many of us, despite making big posts and big activism, are unable to shorten the road to hell.

✍🏻 Muhammad Rakib

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01/09/2025

What the heart sees, the mind preserves; so it’s important to lower our gaze. Letting the gaze go astray makes the heart blind. You can’t tell truth from falsehood.

24/08/2025

Think good thoughts. Keep doing good. Don’t look down on others. Don’t forget that the person you looked down on may be the one who gets to Paradise before you because of a sincere heart.

21/08/2025

Since I was outside during the time for Dhuhr prayer, I prayed at a different mosque. On my way back, I thought I’d rest for a while in the mosque next to the office instead of going straight in.

It was around 2:15 PM when I entered the mosque. As I was walking in, I saw a white Toyota Land Cruiser V8 stop in front of the mosque.

A handsome gentleman, probably in his fifties, was being helped out of the vehicle by two assistants.

There was a bandage around his waist — it seemed he had just come from the doctor.

One of the assistants said,
“Sir, your surgery was only a few days ago. The doctor just told you to rest more. Couldn’t you have prayed at home?”

In a calm, composed voice, the man replied,
“No, I couldn’t.”
“Do only what you’ve been told to do.”
“Just help me get inside the mosque.”
“Pick a good chair so I don’t fall over.”

The two assistants helped him into the mosque and set up a chair in one corner.

I lay down a bit farther away, watching the man intently.

He started praying while seated — slowly, peacefully, and gracefully.
There was no rush, no restlessness, no concern for what was happening around him.
His eyes remained fixed towards the place of sujood (prostration), unwavering and full of depth.
Rarely had I seen someone pray with such serenity.

While watching him, I slowly drifted off to sleep.
I was awakened by the sound of someone sobbing.

I looked and saw the man raising his hands in du'a, crying uncontrollably, whispering something to himself.

I leaned in a little closer to try and hear what he was saying.

After listening carefully, I heard him saying:

> “Ya Allah, have You become so displeased with me that You’ve taken away my ability to prostrate before You properly?”

> “My Lord, what illness is this that keeps me from walking to Your house, from bowing down to You with my head on the ground in full submission?”

> “This prayer on a chair doesn’t satisfy my soul, my Master. Please grant me enough health so that I can walk to Your mosque and serve You fully again.”

> “Even if You’re upset with me for something, please forgive me — but please, don’t take away my right to come to Your house and make sujood.”

He kept crying and repeating these words.

The two assistants noticed and quickly rushed to him.

“Sir, the doctor told you not to take any stress. Please, let’s go now.”

They slowly helped him out of the mosque.

I sat there, thinking about my own faith, my own level of worship.

Do I worship my Lord with such passion, with such deep emotion, as this man does?

Do my prayers carry this much love?

We should think deeply about those of us who are deprived of sujood…

Has my Lord become so displeased with me that my feet no longer take me to the mosque, my head no longer bows before Him?

If my head hasn’t touched the ground in sujood for a while — that’s definitely something to worry about.

Brothers and sisters, let’s return to our Lord while we still have time.

Before the day comes when — no matter how much you wish for it, no matter what you are willing to give up — you’ll no longer have the strength or opportunity to give even a single sujood.

07/08/2025

Death is picking us randomly, U or I might be the next to pick.
May Allah grant us good ending with kalimatu shahada.

16/07/2025

I went to visit my great aunt's house a few days ago. My aunt's religious life has always impressed me—she is very pious, prays and fasts regularly, and her mouth is always filled with verses from the Quran or a hadith.

One afternoon, while I was standing in front of the mirror, applying nail polish to my hands and feet, my aunt suddenly came and stood next to me and said,
"Mitali Ma, don't apply nail polish... it's an obstacle to ablution."

I said with a little laugh,
"Aunt, everyone does it now!" "If you apply remover, it will come off, don't be so scared!"

Aunt also fell silent, maybe she was just praying to Allah—that this girl would understand herself one day.

Then a few days later, an incident happened—which even today, when I go to sleep at night after seeing it with my own eyes, makes me shudder!

A woman I knew next door to my aunt—polite, veiled, and well-spoken—suddenly died at 1 am. A natural death. Everyone thought that the funeral would be held in the morning—that the burial would take place around noon.

The body was kept on ice. The whole house was filled with the sound of crying, the weight of grief was such that the house would collapse.

In the morning, when Imam Sahib's wife went into the house to bathe him, she suddenly saw—dark-colored nail polish shining on the dead woman's hands and feet!

She came out without saying a word and called her husband, whispering in his ear—

"You are bathing... but there is nail polish on her nails!"

Imam The master stopped. He quickly came and saw the body. Then he called the woman's children and said: "Your mother cannot be buried now. There is nail polish on every nail. She has not performed ablution, nor has she taken a bath. Until the nail polish is removed, there will be no funeral, nor will there be a burial." This is the rule of Sharia."

Everyone's mouth went dry.
Everyone's hands and feet were shaking, crying stopped and anxiety began.
Remover was brought... it didn't work!
Kerosene, blade, cotton—nothing could remove the nail polish.

By then, the body had swollen.
A strange smell was coming from the whole body.
Insects and spiders were swarming all over.
New ice was brought and placed again.
Still... the nail polish wouldn't come off at all!

Night had come.
The time for Isha had passed.
A mother, a wife, a Muslim woman—was suffering waiting for the earth.
Everyone requested the Imam,
"Sir, can't you bury me like this? I can't keep me anymore!"

The Imam said slowly,
"If I bury her in this condition, her punishment will be much greater. The part of the body that is not ablution, that part will be burned in the fire—this is not a story, it is in the Hadith."

Finally, everyone decided together—
Every nail of hers will be cut off!

They cut it off one by one—a co**se does not have the ability to withstand the blow, but we had to endure it like this due to our mistake.

She was buried after Fajr—a co**se whose ablution was complete but whose nails were lost…!

Dear sisters,

I saw this incident with my own eyes.

Even today, the pain of that co**se seems to have entered my heart.

Was nail polish really necessary?

A shocking death, and a co**se—whose funeral was delayed just because of our slight negligence.

Even today, I never apply nail polish again.

I tell you—decorate your hands with lots of beautiful henna, ablution is done, and there is no sin.

Come, let's promise today—
"Oh Allah, I will no longer use nail polish No—I repent, please forgive me…!"

Death is not inevitable,
Someone can die before their age in any accident.. But we should be prepared… shouldn't we? 🍃

May Allah grant us death with faith. May our nails, eyes, mouth—everything be pure during that last journey… 🤲🏻

15/07/2025

Celebrating my 2nd year on Facebook. Thank you for your continuing support. I could never have made it without you. 🙏🤗🎉