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|09/18/05 at 10:06:58|
excerpt from a post 2 days ago:
One evening, I was on my way home from University. It had been a long and tiring day with a three hour lecture on the topic of DVT . That's so ironic that it's not even funny. The med-school have a tendency to have three hour lectures on topics such as deep vein thrombosis, or 'Headaches', or 'Backache'...despite the fact that sitting in the same seat for that amount of time puts you at risk of developing all of these conditions!
As I was crossing the road towards the bus-stop, a man's voice suddenly called out:
"Oi! Hey stop! Easy now!"
I was quite sure that neither of those were my name, and yet when I swung around I found that a six foot tall black guy was galloping towards me up the street. He had a huge grin plastered all over his face. Mentally [though thankfully not physically] I got into Ass Kickin' Ninja Mode. It might have been two years since I'd been to that self defence class, but I sure as hell knew that when you're about to get attacked you just need to ball up your fists and punch where it hurts.
As he got closer, I realised that I actually knew him and therefore it was most unlikely that I was about to get mugged. Behind the facial hair and woolly hat was the older version of a face belonging to someone who had been in my class during Primary School. In fact, we had been in the same classes between the ages of six and eleven - and it's amazing that he still managed to recognise me. I didn't wear hijab then, but I guess because I played football alot in those days he must have remembered my face
"Woah Ash - I didn't recognise you."
"ASSALAM'ALAYKUUUUM!" he said, and grinned.
I blinked, confused. Why was he saying salaam? And then I started thinking 'Oh right. Okay I know I'm wearing a hijaab any all but please don't be starting all that Fresh Prince of Bel Air 'Salaaam'alaykum bredren' thing. So not fashionable anymore.' Unfourtunatley, at that point the best reply I could come out with was
"Assalam'alaykum!" He repeated the greeting, and seeing my look of confusion he blurted out"Well, I'm a Muslim now, innit!" The smile broaded further.
But he was deadly serious. He explained that after reading the Qur'an and spending time with his Muslim friends he had realised that the only truth in this world lay in the teachings of Islam. And so three months ago, he had decided to take the Shahadah. I couldn't believe that the same kid who had a reputation for being the class clown [and also the chicken-limbo champion of the playground] was now a Muslim. I was stunned. Brother Ashley. If you'd asked me to chose one of the least likely people to become Muslim, he would have been one of them for sure. And unfourtunatley at that point I couldn't say anything more than
"Mashallah, that is so amazing..I'm so happy for you!"
"Yeah man! Now I gotta do dawah with the rest of our old class innit!"
Pinch. Nope I was definatley awake. This was not some sleep deprived hallucination. Ash had a beard, and was talking about da'wah.
Then my bus arrived, and so we departed. The 'Assalamualaykum' this time was said sincerely and without any doubt to my now brother-in-Islam. I floated home on a cloud of amazement, hardly noticing that I had to stand as the seats had all been taken up on the bus.
The chicken limbo champion of year six had become a Muslim! That made anything possible! And from then on, anyone I met - whether it was the idiotic medical student who wrote a drunken email or the devout Christian who was adamant that Jesus was the son of God - in my eyes was a potential Muslim. Allah guides who He wills. True say. Takbeer.
As a Muslim living in the West, I am obliged to take the responsibility of da'wah seriously, more so because of recent events and the media chammach'ing with their bakwaas. Having said that, it is not my place to force my beliefs on anyone. My job [and your job oh beloved Blogistani reader] is to satisfy your thirst for knowledge and understanding of Islam, and convey what you learn in a manner that is beautiful and appealing. Allah SWT says in the Quran:
ادْعُ إِلِى سَبِيلِ رَبِّكَ بِالْحِكْمَةِ وَالْمَوْعِظَةِ الْحَسَنَةِ وَجَادِلْهُم بِالَّتِي هِيَ أَحْسَنُ إِنَّ رَبَّكَ هُوَ أَعْلَمُ بِمَن ضَلَّ عَن سَبِيلِهِ وَهُوَ أَعْلَمُ بِالْمُهْتَدِينَ
Invite to the Way of your Lord with hikmah [wisdom] and fair preaching, and argue with them in a way that is better. Truly, your Lord knows best who has gone astray from His Path, and He is the Best Aware of those who are guided. [Bani Israail:125]
During Islamic Awareness Week last year I had to learn the hard way that alot of patience is required when speaking to people who are satisfied with their lifestyle. University for the majority of students is about forgetting you have a liver, drinking cheap booze, and waking up in your underpants with a galvanised steel bucket attatched to your head. But it is not the place of a Muslim to preach to a non-Muslim about their wrong doings. Preaching and finger-pointing rarely works - check out that geezer in town who stand outside Ann Summers screeching "Jesus is a'comin'!" and "You shall burn in the furnace of hell with Lucifer!"
It's all true. He is not wrong, but his approach is entirley. All that effort but is anyone actually listening to him? No of course not, they're just stood around laughing at him, or cringing at all the noise he's making. Or worse, searching for the back entrance so they can get in the shop and buy a freakin' G-string to floss their butt with.
Da'wah is done slowly, gently, over time and with the right intention. It's not necessarily about getting results, it's about fulfilling your duty as a Muslim living in a non-Muslim land. Though the reward for guiding someone to Islam is so good that their good deeds multiply your own:
"Whoever guides another to a good deed will get a reward similar to the one who performs it." [Sahih Muslim]
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