I'm frustrated that we're not getting proposals.i had hope in Allah, keeping zikr, did Umrah this year but nothing seems to work. Losing all hope now. Tried all kinds of wazifas but nothing seems to work in our favor
1) How do you empty your bladder all the way? It seems impossible. Despite sitting I still have small amounts of dribble come out. I have tried waiting longer but this doesn’t help and it can take up to 30 mins for it to stop. I am struggling to understand how one is to fully avoid urine. This is causing a lot of hardship and stress for prayer.
2) I have tried tissue but the urine droplet(s) will get through so my clothes become impure. I have tried pads but big ones are too noticeable and difficult to bring multiple of when traveling so I can run out. Whereas the small ones can move or your private can move spreading the impurity.
I hate having to wet my clothes and it’s difficult to avoid it spreading since wet impurity can spread so easily with contact. Does anyone have any advice or fatwas on the subject? They say in Hanafi that some impurity is overlooked but from my understanding it is speaking about impurities too difficult to see (the size of a tip of a needle or the eye of a locust)
Also if you are just going to comment this is waswas know that I have concrete proof something comes out.
I am a Catholic catechumen (awaiting baptism), but I am interested in Islamic traditions, the Quran and the Muslim faith. With that said, I know that you respect the Torah and the gospels, but I don't know about your views on the books of the prophets, so I want to know how you treat and view these writings, and even if you study them.
I hope I didn't ask silly and obvious questions.
I used to be someone who used to love being around people and show mercy to my family and everyone around me. After a medical scare and meds it was almost overnight when I discovered that I lost it all. The warmth of His Love and His Mercy all gone overnight.
How is that possible? From being grateful to ungrateful. From loving children and babysitting them 24/7 to not wanting to be around them.
I feel so disconnected and discontent with how I lost it all overnight.
I feel stuck.
FYI I tried therapy and hijama and did umrah. But I still feel like my heart has been cut off from any Mercy and Love and it has impacted every aspect of my life. I will continue to seek forgiveness.
But I would like to know if anyone practicing has gone through this and overcome it? Call it what you want but I truly feel the love and mercy is how it feels like.
So both of my parents are both very toxic, and I would say that I have grown up in a very toxic household,without any love,nobody has ever said to me I’m proud of you , I love you etc. and that is okey by me because it made me stronger but on the other hand more not knowing of my soft side. I have always been beaten by various objects in the household and their like was that a stick came from Jannet. It was always a crazy household,they are both very controlling,antisocial,like that old Bosnian parents that u would imagine. They have so many loans,dad always struggled with jobs and they make good money but most of it goes to loans(which are haram),but they always say that they didn’t have a choice,in my head it means that they didn’t trust Allah enough but ok. The problem is that they come home from work and waiting to die,basically like that. They don’t have hobbies,don’t care about anything,don’t go anywhere. It’s like they are waiting to die estaqfirullah. They make me do hard things around the house,they have so much problems in their lives ,and everything is always my fault. I know that parents are always right,especially when it comes to parents in islam. And I never mean them no harm, but it’s just such a controlling,depressing environment that I’m just waiting to get out of. They see me do Dua and they say ,don’t act like that u just finished prayer etc in a bad tone. I honestly don’t know that to do to them anymore. I guess that they just have a victim mentality,that they didn’t pursue their goals and that’s why they put me down. So the question is : if I know that they are like this ,how should I behave in theirs space/with them etc.
So my father wants me to invest in a CD to avoid bank fees and protect my money from scams. The problem is that there will likely be interest involved.If I refuse, there's a good chance my father will catch on to the reason. And he really hates it when I abide by rulings of islam. Like not touching the opposite gender, refraining from listening to music....etc I don't know what he'll do if I say no. What can I do?
Assalamu Alaykum brothers and sisters,
Alhamdoulilah recently Allah has drawn me back to him through hardship and I am fortunate to have that happen to me.
I am past the honey moon phase and have changed my niyyah with the way I live and alhamdoulilah it has worked wonders no matter what trials I still go through but I feel like I'm falling short... I know for a fact that If It wasn't for his mercy neither me or you would even be worthy of jannah but he is the most merciful. I have a feeling of fear that no matter how much I refine my ibaadah, he might still not be content with me because of something I did.
By ibaadah I don't mean just praying and fasting, I mean also trying to live by the prophet's pbuh way and always fight my nafs on a daily basis to avoid anger and sins.
But I am fearful, I don't want just jannah, I want closeness to Allah, because he was there when no one else was and I want to be as close as I can be.
Is there a way to know if I'm in the right path or do I just keep refining my deen?
This is not out of fear, this is out of love.
Salam brothers and sisters.
Before I begin, I want to make one thing clear: I do not need assistance of any kind. I am managing. What I truly need is for someone to hear me, to acknowledge me, to simply say something encouraging. I feel so invisible sometimes, and a kind word is worth more to me than anything else.
For context, I am in Canada.
Four years ago my life was ordinary in the best possible way. I had a stable career, a home, a wife, a child, and a family that loved me. Everything a man in his early thirties could reasonably hope for. Yes, my marriage had its issues, but nothing unmanageable.
Then one day, while standing on a ladder to change a curtain, I fell and struck my head. A week later the migraines began... chronic migraines with aura.
The first doctor I saw brushed me off or simply lacked the competence to help. I was prescribed a harsh anti-inflammatory medication. It did nothing. Over-the-counter painkillers were useless, and the only thing that dulled the agony was alcohol. I did not want to go down that road, but the relief was the only relief I could find.
I eventually learned that migraines affect each person differently. Mine were not the worst in terms of pain, but the postdrome was devastating. After a migraine, my cognitive ability dropped by what felt like seventy percent. Concentration vanished. My ability to form coherent thoughts or make rational decisions collapsed. By the time I recovered, another migraine was already approaching... and the cycle repeated endlessly. Alcohol was the only thing that cut through the fog. At a certain level of intoxication, I remembered what it felt like to be myself.
My employer noticed. My attendance slipped, my performance suffered. They were kind enough to move me into an easier administrative position, but nothing improved. Eventually my contract was not renewed.
Money began running out. By then the world was deep in the pandemic.
I could not afford the mortgage on the house my wife and her mother had purchased for us... I had no savings to contribute to the down payment in the first place.
My marriage finally collapsed. As I said earlier, we had our problems even before the injury. Losing my ability to function, to work, and turning to alcohol was simply too much. I do not blame her.
I had no choice but to figure out how to survive. I moved thousands of kilometers away... from Ontario to Alberta. Through a friend I found a good job, and I pushed myself as hard as I could. But after four months, my attendance again became an issue and I was laid off.
By that time the Canadian job market had deteriorated to the point of despair. When I could not find work in Alberta, I moved to New Brunswick, where my father lived. Things calmed down for a while. I worked a minimum wage retail job... nothing glamorous, but my manager understood my condition. My migraines even eased for a bit, and I believed I was ready for full-time labor again. I joined an electrical company as a laborer.
I lasted three months.
That was when I finally accepted that I needed proper treatment. New Brunswick has poor healthcare access, so I saved every dollar, every cent, and returned to Ontario. There I found a neurologist who actually listened to me, took me seriously, and began trying different treatments.
This brings us to 2024. The neurologist kept cycling through medications but nothing worked. The job market was still frozen. I eventually became homeless.
I left southern Ontario for Ottawa. Soon after arriving, the neurologist finally found a medication that helped. Not perfectly, but enough that I could function again. Unfortunately, by then the damage to my life felt complete. I could think clearly again, but inside I felt hollow... as if I no longer knew how to rebuild.
During all the years I was sick, I fell behind on every financial obligation, including child support. In Canada, missing child support leads to wage garnishment, suspension of your driver’s license, and even having your passport cancelled.
Today I live out of a storage locker because I cannot afford rent. I am afraid to pursue full-time work in my field. It is a small industry, and there are only so many companies I can pass through before my name becomes synonymous with unreliability.
I pray often. I remind myself that Allah tests those He loves. I know, intellectually, that suffering often hides a purpose we cannot see. But emotionally... I feel invisible. I feel frightened. I never imagined that by nearly forty years old, this would be my life. If someone had told me in 2017 what was coming... I would have laughed in their face for speaking such a curse.
Yet here I stand.
I did not choose Islam. I was born into it. And for that I feel deeply blessed. But sometimes I wonder if reverts appreciate the beauty of faith more than those of us born into it.
I feel alone far too often. I fear that I have ruined my life beyond repair. At my lowest moments I even feel abandoned by Allah, though I know that feeling is only a trick of the mind.
What can I do to feel closer to Allah again?
Asc, Hello dear brothers and sisters.
Today I wanted just for everyone to take a pause and glory be to Allah! May Allah heal you all and fill you all with happiness and put us all in Jannah trough our lords mercy despite however many sins you and I have!
Amen
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I am a person with anxiety disorder in the last stage of the disease's development. I understand that sins lead to hell, and good deeds to heaven, but I heard on the Internet that people with mental illnesses cannot receive either sin or thawab and that Allah will definitely bring such people to heaven (if they were born that way). But I was not born with this disease (the disease began when I was already an adult in Islam). Therefore, the question of where I will go after death is still open. Therefore, I want to know if I can receive thawab or sin to get to heaven.
i grew up in a religious family and in Saudia so aH ive always had proper islamic education influenced on me. however, i never knew the power of Tahajjud until only a couple years ago. i believed it and wanted to practice it but would only wake up for Fajr not Tahajjud. 2 years ago, I prayed my first tahajjud and got what i wanted THE DAY AFTER. i also prayed recently since i was goign through something and pretty much begged to Allah in Tahajjud to ease my pain and i dont even want anyone back in my life i just wanted my mind to be clear and my heart to be at ease. i swear the next morning i woke up with a completely different mindset. i was seriously so positive and suddenly it felt like everything will be ok. it doesnt necessarily have to happen overnight but it WILL happen. and its guaranteed for all of us and WILL help you get anything you want if you truly pray with your heart and stay consistent.
i genuinely believe tahajjud is the reason i am where i am. and i dont just pray it for when i need things, i have been trying to make it a habit to just pray consistently because if it can get me what i want so easily, i cant imagine what else i have in store for me.
please please please pray tahajjud and lock in, you are so close and it really is that easy. Allah is seriously the most merciful.
I am trying to improve my Deen by making small changes. Would love to know what’s your Small habit that takes you closer to Allah?
Hello everyone. I’ll try to make this post as short as possible without rambling too much.
I didn’t grow up very religious, in fact my parents were agnostic pagans (less emphasis on deities and more emphasis on traditions following the seasons). Although I did have Christian grandparents and attended Lutheran Sunday school for the first 9 years of my childhood. My parents have always been open to religious exploration but never declared or practiced a religion of their own. I’ve always been open and spiritual but never declared any specific faith of my own.
A few years ago out of curiosity I decided to learn more about Islam because surely it is not a faith weapons and violence my country (the U.S.) loves to portray Islam to be. I do not know Arabic so I’ve listened to an English audio translation of the Quran and played around with following along a translation while it’s been recited in Arabic. I have found much peace in all of my interactions with Islam and the Quran.
I am currently a college student and finishing up a world religion course where we were assigned to explore another faith and attend a prayer or service and I took this as the perfect opportunity to visit one of my local mosques.
The service was beautiful and although the Arabic was in parts hard to follow the warmth and glow in the room was very real. Being lovingly called “sister” in a room full of people I’ve never met will forever sit with me. I have never felt more welcome. My time at the mosque is the only time I’ve prayed as well.
I love Islam, the faith, the people, and the practice. I don’t know that I could convert though. I worry that I have far too many vices, interests, and behaviors that go against the piousness required and if I were to convert Id want to do it right and respectfully but I don’t want to completely reconfigure everything I am and everything I love. Islam is a very big commitment. A beautiful commitment, but I’m just really not sure it’s something I could do.
I also find the language barrier to be extremely overwhelming to overcome to pray and follow along fully during service.
