Tuesday, May 31, 2005 

Online Friends..... :))))


Salamu Alikom all

I know I haven't blogged in a year, well sorry for that, but I have been busy with exams and studying.

Well, just a thought wanted to share it with you,

Who said that friends should be in real life? do any one of you have online friends? friends he/she got to know from different blogs and forums?
Well, maybe some of you will say that this kind of friendship isn't a true one, but I totaly disagree with that, Online friends are maybe the best, u know why is that?
It's because they don't want any thing from you, they don't treat you good just because they want a favour....
They're your friends, because you share common interest, have fun together, they can be loving and caring even more than friends u got to know from the real world.

Well, this happened with me, 3 of my best friends are online friends, I love spending time with them, talk about everything, serious stuff, trivial stuff, laugh together, be there for each others, it's just great.

And I have to admit that knowing them is one of the best thing that happened to me lately, maybe I didn't meet them before, we live in different countries, but I'm sure that if it happened one day and the 4 of us got united it'd be great :)) if not in this life, then in the hereafter isA :))




Faith


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Ya Rabbena
Last year, I went to this awesome concert for Sami Yusuf, I was really excited and impressed, and as soon as I went back home I logged into Amr Khaled's forum and posted a thread about it, to my own astonishement, it was a huge success, it has a total of 30,00 visitors and 1,000 post now.
And guess who I got to know from there? Yes, right answer : Faith....
I remeber we kept for more than a week trying to get hold of each others on the msn, coz her addy was @msn and I wrote it @ hotmail, while my addy was @hotmail and she wrote it @ msn :D it was hilarious, but we finally got in touch and start talking....
I don't know how is that? but I really loved her so much, felt connected to her in the whole sense of the world, we got to see each others later, and it was great, we started talking and talking as if we knew each others for 10 years or sth :)
And although we started out with a group of other girls, it's our friendship that survived all the difficulties that happened, we sticked to each others, and Allah rewarded us for that later...
Now we're both moderators at Sami Yusuf's forum (I'll talk about this forum later in a seperate post, coz it's one of the best things ever happened to me) and we're enjoying it tremendously.
Faith, I want you to know that having you in my life is one of the best things ever, thank you for always being there for me :)
Get to know Faith:
Nuralhuda
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Blah....
[in]sane
:faint:
These words always pops up whenever I think of Nur :)
I got to know her through Sami Yusuf's forum too, I started talking to her coz we are both moderators and had to arrange some stuff in the forum together, she's the coolest person ever, she knows exactly how to cheer me up, will call all the way from UK to say Hello, or to inquire after me, she's INSANE in the whole sense of the word :D (check out her blog and u'll know what I'm talking about ;)
she's the sweetest thing ever, you have to read her posts there, would give you a great laugh, I remember her theory about if sleep was a guy then all girls would marry him, and since death is sleep's brother then death will be your brother in law :D :D *LOL*
I know she hates it when I always talk about the forum, and gets really busy because of it, she'd tell me give yourself a break, there're other things to talk about, u r married to the forum :D :D I can feel for her, she hates the members there, silly girls always talking about Sami, his wife , etc........ :D
Nur, I want you to know I have the best moments when I'm talking to you, u know exactly how to cheer me up, even though u get mad soo often, I still love you, even though you love Islamic rap -which I hate- I still love you :D :D
Get to know Nur:
Ammat_Allah
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YAY!!!
I love this girl, I recall now when I first saw her posting in Sami's forum, I was like "oh, she thinks she's cool, why is she so in love with herself?? :p "
and What got on my nerve in the beginning is that she and Nur was getting along so well, that made me angry :#
But then a common friend introduced us to each others, and I have to admit I was totally Mistaken, I just love her, honestly I love everything about her, her modesty, her love for everyone around her, and she's the one I respect most in this forum -where good minds are so rare !!! :D -
You have to read her posts sometimes, she and Nur will make you laugh your head off :D :D
Sometimes I feel she's mummy :D I turn to her when I'm upset and she'll do everything to soothe me and make me feel better, she's such a sweet person, and I owe her a lot.
And I'm in love with her voice, she's such a talented person, her music is so great MashaAllah, maybe one day she'll be the greatest Munshida ever ;) :D
Amma, Thanks for everything, for saying the right words when I'm upset, and for being there, u r the best :))
Get to know Ammat_Allah:
That was all for today, thank you all reading, and maybe I'd paste you one of our conversation sometime, it'd be hilarious ;) :D :D


3:10 PM | |

Sunday, May 22, 2005 

Need your prayers.....


Al Salamu Alikom all

Well, exams started, I have a lot of studies to do, and I'm sooo stressed, so I need your prayers desperately, and sorry if I'm not gonna show up a lot for the coming 3 weeks.

Allah be with us all isA :)

3:58 PM | |

Wednesday, May 18, 2005 

Sunshine, Dust, and the messenger.... Dawud Wharnsby Ali


Al Salamu Alikom

Another great song from Dawud Wharnsby Ali
Enjoy :)

Morning light through the bedroom window
Slow motion dust specks swirling in the sun
I close my eyes, and I’m floating along.
Sun did you warm the face of the Prophet
The way you warm mine, and make this room glow.
Dust were you brushed from the beard of the Prophet,
Returning from Jihad so long ago.

CHORUS:
Allah humma Salli Ala MuhammadYa Rabbal Alameen
Allah humma Salli Ala Muhammad
Salallahu Alayhi Wa Sallam

Rain pouring down upon my garden.
Rhythm of the rain that sings its song.
I close my eyes, and I’m floating along.
Rhythm of rain were you once a river,
That purified the Prophet before his prayers.
Wind were you a breath from the lips of the Prophet,
Carrying wisdom to thirsty ears?

CHORUS

Sharp clear crescent, lighting the blue night
Slipping in silence through the star scattered sky
I close my eyes, and I know that I belong.
Were you the same moon who lit the way of the Prophet,
Slipping through the desert on his Hijrah.
Stars did you map the way to Madinah
For the blessed Messenger of Allah?

CHORUS

And I close my eyes, and I’m floating along.
And I close my eyes, and I’m drumming a song
And I close my eyes, and I know that I belong.


4:42 PM | |

Monday, May 16, 2005 

Afraid to read..... Dawud Wharnsby Ali


Al Salamu Alikom all

This is an awesome song by Dawud Wharnsby Ali.
For those who don't know him, he's one of the best munshids, An Ontario native, of English-Scottish descent, Dawud (formerly `David') Wharnsby Ali, left a brief career as a singer/songwriter and performer in Celtic and traditional Folk circles, after embracing Islam in 1993.


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Read the lyrics, I'm sure you'll love it:


How many words she’s read before,
she’s consumed two thousand books or more.
Musty pulp and glue soundproof her tiny room.
She cannot understand why this book in her hand
fascinates her now so much, she’s almost shy to touch.
“Don’t think about the words it’s just a book - paper and ink”
She reaffirms, remind herself, “a book can’t dictate what to think.”
It invites, intrigues her more than others on her shelf
“Is it just another book?” - she sits questioning herself.
Oh Allah, she’s so afraid to read,
the wisdom that’s revealed may burrow in her mind
She’ll be obliged to admit,
She’ll be obliged to submit
But will she be strong enough to live the truth she finds?
Oh Allah, she’s so afraid to read.


The hall light is always on every night that he is gone.
He hears his mother toss in bed when he slips in at dawn.
In the book case by the stair, he can see it sitting there
like a waiting watchful wise-man scolding him with care.
In the morning will they fight about him being out all night?
Will he resent their gift of love and not admit that they are right?
All he wants is to fit in some place, but must he compromise his faith?
He can’t look himself or his parents in the face.
He takes the book upstairs unread and sets it closed next to his head
then counts the prayers he’s missed and lays so hopelessly in bed.
Oh Allah, he’s so afraid to read,
the wisdom that’s revealed may burrow in his mind
He’ll be obliged to admit,He’ll be obliged to submit
But will he be strong enough to live the truth he finds?
Oh Allah, he’s so afraid to read.


I sent an email to my loved one, just the other day
It’s sad communication has evolved this way.
We use so many words but have so little to relay
as angels scribble down every letter that we say.
All the viral attachments sent and passionate insults we vent
It’s easy to be arrogant behind user passwords we invent.
But on the day the scrolls are laid,
with every word and deed displayed,
when we read our accounts, I know, for one, I’ll be afraid.
That day I’ll be so afraid to read,
every harsh word that I’ve spoken - and every time I have lied.
I’ll be obliged to admit,I’ll be obliged to submit
Will I have strength owning up to each deed I’ve tried to hide?
Oh Allah, I’m so afraid to read.

5:49 PM | |

Saturday, May 14, 2005 

IF....


Al salamu Alikom all

Here's one of my favourite poems ever, "If" by Rudyard Kipling
Read it carefully, try to take in every word, there're lots of lessons behind it....


If

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or, being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with triumph and disaster
And treat those two imposters just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with wornout tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on";

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch;
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man my son!

2:22 PM | |

 

Serenity.....

This is very soothing, isn't it? :))
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"He may have at last found some small measure of peace, that we all seek, and few of us ever find" The Last Samurai...

1:47 PM | |

Friday, May 13, 2005 

A Tree Knelt in Praise


Al Salamu Alikom all

Here's another wonderful poem by Sheikh Hamza Yusuf, hope u like it:





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I know that I shall never see
A poem that bows quite like our tree
A tree who like us loved to pray
In adoration every day
A tree who humbly knelt in praise
To God and never chose to raise
Itself above the other trees
Instead remained as if on knees
A tree who gave our scholars shade
And never asked that it be paid
A tree whose needles never hurt
But gently fell upon the dirt
A tree whose worth cannot be told
Or ever lent or bought with gold
A tree who showed us all its height
With God by bowing with delight
It taught us all to clearly see
A Garden lies beneath a tree
And then it showed us with a sigh
That trees, like us, must also die
In an age of folly, play and mirth
A tree has died with brow on earth
Hamza Yusuf / March 2005

2:01 PM | |

Sunday, May 08, 2005 

Our Ummah.......


Al Salamu Alikom wa rahmatu allah wa barakatu...

Dear blogging friends:

I beleive brother a7mad has raised a very important topic in the spring poem's post, I'd like you all to share us with your opinion......
Please read the comments in the spring poem's post, and read the following:

a7mad said:

I'd like to know what u and ur readers think is the reason our Islamic civilization was very successful and powerful and prosperous for the first 700 years after Islam appeared and why did that change in the following 700 years and everything gradually started to decline until we arrived at this lowest point nowadays? What made our civilization's curve begin to go down in the second 700 years instead of going up? If we can diagnose the disease correctly then we can treat it correctly, or at least try our best to do so.

Juwaireyah said:

Well, I guess 3 of the main reasons of such a deterioration is:

1- We don't follow the saying "Verily Allah loves that if one of you does an actionthat he perfects it.” إن الله يحب إذا عمل أحدكم عملا أن يتقنه"it's really sorrowful when we -the ummah of Ihsan or perfection- turn out to be that way, I mean no one does his job to the utmost, wokers may arrive to their jobs and do nothing, just waiting for dismissal time, it's scary when we compare the averages of working times for laborers here and in the US or europe for example.

2- We like to stress on things that aren't clear cut, like for example the issue of whether music is halal or haram in Islam, al niqab, beard, etc.........I'm not saying that discussing these things aren't important, it's just that we shouldn't raise such discussions about issues with different jusristic opinions, you beleive in an opinion, I beleive in another, fine, each one of us follows what he's convinced about and what his heart tells him is right, abd let's move on, instead of talking and talking, we could spend our times in much more important things..

3- People misunderstand islam, they take it as a mere outer crust, whiile in fact it should be a total life style, Islam isn't about the 5 prayers, fasting, and putting on a head scarf, it shapes up your whole attitude, one shouldn't separate between his life and his religion, religion imapcts your attitude, and control what lies inside you.

Well, that's all I can think of now..what do you think?

7:08 PM | |

 

Life Makers.....!!!


Al Salamu Alikom

Check out this poem, hope you like it, just some bitter thoughts that were running in my mind, about the awful situation our Ummah reached, but I'm starting to beleive it could change, thanks to a7mad, his discussion made me think about posting it.....

· When I look at the world we’re living in
· I realize we’re making a great sin,
· And a question rises from deep inside of me,
· Will that set our souls free?
· Is it what we were created for?
· Will it make us reach the right shore?
· Although we have all the answers in that Holy Book,
· We didn’t even bother to take a little look,
· And although our prophet showed us the right way,
· We acted as if we’re blind and ignored that shining ray,
· I know that as long as we’re so indifferent and passive,
· Our problems will keep on growing and become massive.
· I’m sure we’re all waiting for that day,
· The day when a man shows up and leads us to the right way,
· But I’ve always wondered if that man is really there?
· Coz I know that these kind of men nowadays are so rare,
· But now the day has come and he finally appeared,
· With great strength and hope he started opening everything that’s sealed,
· He showed us how to reach the light deep within,
· And how to defeat and stop every sin,
· He urged us to work and do our best,
· And taught us that in this life there’s no rest,
· The only rest is in paradise,
· When only your good deeds will make you rise,
· Rise and rise till you reach the highest level of all,
· With our beloved profit, his friends and God’s call,
· Imagine when he exalted and high calls you and say:
· “You’ve always walked on the right way,
· I’m pleased with you and with your deeds,
· You were loyal to me and answered everybody’s needs,
· You’ve always been a virtue seeker,
· And that’s what made you a Life Maker”.

14/4/2004
7:45 am

7:28 AM | |

Tuesday, May 03, 2005 

Spring's gift.......


This is a great poem, by sheikh Hamza Yusuf, I'm sure all of you have heard about him, he's the founder of Zaytuna institute http://www.zaytuna.org/

This poem was written on the occassion of the prophet's PBUH birth, hope u all like it, and make us all love our beloved prophet PBUH even more and more,
May we all get united at the fountain and drink from his blessed hands.... AMEEN.......



I envy the sand that met his feet
I’m jealous of honey he tasted sweet
Of birds that hovered above his head
Of spiders who spun their sacred web
To save him from his enemies

I envy clouds formed from the seas
That gave him cover from the heat
Of a sun whose light could not compete
With his, whose face did shine so bright
That all was clear in pitch-black night

I envy sightless trees that gazed
Upon his form completely dazed
Not knowing if the sun had rose
Or if the sky was one with those
Who knelt, who prayed, and fasted too
Simply because he told them to
With truth and kindness, charity
From God who gave such clarity
His mercy comes in one He sent
To mold our hearts more heaven bent

I envy all there at his side
Who watched the turning of the tide
As truth prevailed and falsehood fled
And hope restored life to the dead
And men and women found their place
With aspirations for God’s Face

I envy the cup that gave him drink
His thoughts that helped us all to think
To be one thought that passed his mind
Inspiring him to act so kind

For me this world is not one jot
If I could simply be a thought
From him to God throughout the ages
As revelation came in stages

I pity all who think it odd
To hear him say there is one God
Or he was sent by God to men
To hone their spirits’ acumen
It’s pride that blinds us from the sight
That helps good men to see his light

He taught us all to be God’s slaves
And he will be the one who saves
Humanity from sinful pride

Muhammad has God on his side
So on this day be blessed and sing
For he was born to grace our Spring
With lilies, flowers, life’s rebirth
In a dome of green like his on earth

- Sh. Hamza Yusuf

Thursday, April 21st, 2005
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6:02 PM | |

 

Plz alll......urgent....Life makers....!!!!!!!!!


Al Salamu Alikom wa rahmatu allah wa barakatu

Plz all.... watch Life makers' episode today (tuesday 3rd May), 10 pm cairo and makkah time, it's reallyyyyyyy urgentttttttt, and Amr Khaled has been urging all of us to promote it,
Plz tell allllll you know......

Jazakum Allah Khayran........

10:29 AM | |

 

School.......!!!!


This is really strange....
I was running through my diaries, and found this poem which I wrote 2 years ago...
It's about school, how much I miss it, how much I wish school days would be back....


* I dragged out that wondeful book I always kept...
* And inside it I saw the memories that behind me I had left..
* I started to feel a strange pain in my heart...
* And I sensed an emptiness inside me that tore my soul apart...
* Oh God! the pain of missing these days are just so hard to endure..
* I looked back on the time when we were so innocent and pure..
* And I started to think how this world could be awfully cruel..
* And when we were young we were such fools,
* Fools to wish school days would soon be gone..
* And beleive that after it we'll start all the fun...
* But then we found that we were all mistaken,
* And after leaving school to the real world we were taken..
* It was then when we realized that school days were a bless,
* And that without it we're living in a mess,
* All these thoughts ran in my mind as I turned a page after the other,
* And I felt like a child taken away from his mother..
* Then I looked at the pictures and sighed...
* And realized that a part of me there has died...


Well, the strange thing is, I remember that poem, I remember how I was feeling when I wrote it, I remember the pain, and remember the tears.....
But,
Where did all this go?
Why don't I feel these emotions anymore?
Well, honestly, I don't miss it, I don't wish it back, I like my life that way....
And, I don't think I'd be writing such a poem about college when I graduate,
Not because I don't like my college. but because I learnt to love and appreciate what's in my hands now, and don't cry over spilled milk....

Learn to love what you have....
Don't cry over the past, and spoil the present by worrying about the future........!!!!

2:54 AM | |

Monday, May 02, 2005 

So, why Juwaireyah in specific....?


Surely, you'll all be asking now, then why the name Juwaireyah in specific, why not one of the other 11 names??
Well, I do not have a clear or straight answer for that.... All I know that I fell in love with the name and the character from the first time I read about her, I was reading that wonderful book by Dr. 3a2esha Abdul Rahman (Bent Al Shate') called تراجم سيدات بنت النبوة and it really touched my heart, then I listened to Amr Khaled talking about her too.......

I just felt so connected to her, felt as if I knew her a long time ago, and ever since then I got that name associated to me wherever I go, even my friends now call me "J"...

Her story starts when some of the jews called بنى المصطلق were preparing to invade Al Madinah Al Monawara, under the command of الحارث بن أبى ضرار بن حبيب المصطلق الخزاعى So, the prophet went out to fight them before they come to Al Madinah, He won, and all the jews were captured, amog who were captured was Juwaireyah, who's their leader's daughter.

فبينا هو جالس يوما فى حجرة عائشة سمعت امرأة تستأذن فى لقائه صلى الله عليه و سلم, و قامت عائشة إلى الباب لترى من تلك, فإذا شابة حلوة, مفرطة الملاحة "لا يراها أحد إلا أخذت بنفسه" فى نحو العشرين من عمرها, ترتجف قلقا و ذعرا و قد زادها انفعالها حيوية و جمالا
تقول عائشة رضى الله عنها: "فو الله ما هو إلا أن رأيتها فكرهت دخولها على النبى صلى الله عليه و سلم, و عرفت أنه سيرى منها الذى رأيت..."
و دخلت الشابة المليحة فقالت فى ضراعة تمازحها عزة:
"يا رسول الله أنا بنت الحارث بن ضرار, سيد قومه, و قد أصابنى من البلاء ما لم يخف عليك, فوقعت فى السهم لثابت بن قيس...فكاتبته على نفسى, فجئتك أستعينك على أمرى"
و رق قلبه الكريم للعربية الخزاعية, بنت سيد بنى المصطلق, فى موقفها ببابه ضارعة إليه, و لا من تلوذ به فى محنتها سواه.
و تكلم صلى الله عليه و سلم فقال: "فهل لك فى خير من ذلك؟"
سألت فى لهفة و حيرة:" و ما هو يا رسول الله؟"
قال: "أقضى عنك كتابتك و أتزوجك"
فتألق وجهها الجميل بفرحة الغبطة, و قالت و هى لا تكاد تصدق أنها نجت من الضياع و الهوان: "نعم يا رسول اللهّ"
قال صلى الله عليه و سلم: "قد فعلت!"

So, what happened after that is that all of the sahaba released those in capture, coz they hated to have one of the prophets' wives' family in theur capture.

و أقبلوا على من بأيديهم من أسرى قومها, فأرسلوهم أحرارا و هم يقولون: "أصهار رسول الله"
و دخلت العروس بيت النبى صلى الله عليه و سلم و ما من امرأة أعظم على قومها بركة منها: أعتق بزواجها من رسول الله صلى الله عليه و سلم أهل مائة بيت من بيوت بنى المصطلق.

Her name was Borra, but the prophet named her Juwaireyah after he married her...

Well, that's all to say about that great woman, hope I've made you love her as much as I do, may Allah unite us all in paradise with them isA....

8:42 PM | |

 

What does Juwaireyah mean.....?!


Al Salamu Alikom dear friends

I'm sure most of you were wondering about that question,
All my friends from different forums like Amr Khaled's and Sami Yusuf's, blogging friends, and even real life friends, they all ask the same question.... what does Juwaireyah mean? why did I choose this particular name as a nick...

Well, I guess some will be surprised when they know that Juwaireyah is one of our dear Prophet's wives, Juwaireyah Bent Al Hareth السيدة جويرية بنت الحارث
She was wife number 8,

here's their order:

1- السيدة خديجة بنت خويلد
أم المؤمنين الأولى و وزير النبى صلى الله عليه و سلم
"و الله ما أبدلنى الله خيرا منها: آمنت بى حين كفر الناس, و صدقتنى إذ كذبنى الناس, و واستنى بمالها إذ حرمنى الناس, و رزقنى منها الله الولد دون غيرها من النساء"

2- السيدة سودة بنت زمعة العامرية
المهاجرة أرملة المهاجر
" و الله ما بى على الأزواج من حرص, و لكنى أحب أن يبعثنى الله يوم القيامة زوجا لك"

3- السيدة عائشة بنت أبى بكر
حبيبة المصطفى, الصديقة بنت الصديق
"أى بنية..خفضى عليك الشأن, فو الله لقلما كانت امرأة حسناء عند رجل يحبها, لها ضرائر, إلا أكثرن عليها"

4- السيدة حفصة بنت عمر بن الخطاب
حافظة المصحف الشريف
"يا بنية, لا يغرنك هذه التى أعجبها حسنها و حب الرسول صلى الله عليه و سلم إياها, و الله لقد علمت أن رسول الله لا يحبك, و لولا أنا لطلقك"

5-السيدة زينب بنت خزيمة
أم المساكين
" و كانت تسمى أم المساكين لرحمتها إياهم و رقتها عليهم"

6- السيدة أم سلمة( هند بنت أبى أمية)
بنت زاد الركب
"قالت أم سلمة: عجبا لك يابن الخطاب! قد دخلت فى كل شىء حتى تبتغى أن تدخل بين رسول الله و أزواجه!
قال عمر: فأخذتنى أخذا كسرتنى به عما كنت أجد"

7- السيدة زينب بنت جحش
أكرمهن وليا و سفيرا
"فلما قضى منها زيدا وطرا زوجناكها لكى لا يكون على المؤمنين حرج فى أزواج أدهيائهم إذا قضوا منهن وطرا و كان أمر الله مفعولا"
" و لم أر امرأة قط خيرا فى الدين من زينب, و أتقى لله, و أصدق حديثا, و أوصل للرحم, و أعظم صدقة, و أشد ابتذالا لنفسها فى العمل الذى يتصدق به و يتقرب به إلى الله عز و جل"

8- السيدة جويرية بنت الحارث
سيدة بنى المصطلق
" و ما من امرأة أعظم على قومها بركة منها: أعتق بزواجها من رسول الله صلى الله عليه و سلم أهل مائة بيت من بنى المصطلق"

9- السيدة صفية بنت حيي ابن أخطب
عقيلة بنى النضير
" و أمر صلى الله عليه و سلم بصفية فحيزت خلفه, و ألقى عليها رداءه, فعرف الناس أنه اصطفاها لنفسه"

10- السيدة أم حبيبة (رملة بنت أبى سفيان)
" ثم خرج أبو سفيان حتى قدم المدينة فدخل على ابنته أم حبيبة...فلما ذهب ليجلس على فراش رسول الله صلى الله عليه و سلم طوته عنه, فقال يا بنية, ما أدرى أرغبت بى عن هذا الفراش أم رغبت به عنى؟ قالت: بل هو فراش رسول الله صلى الله عليه و سلم و أنت رجل مشرك فلم أحب ان تجلس عليه"

11- السيدة ميمونة بنت الحارث
"ذهبت و الله ميمونة.. أما إنها و الله كانت من أتقانا و أوصلنا للرحم

12- السيدة مارية القبطية
"إنكم ستفتحون أرضا يذكر فيها القيراط, فاستوصوا بأهلها خيرا, فإن لهم ذمة و رحما"




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