http://www.al-ibaanah.com/cms/pdf_files/18.pdf

:smilingfl

Asalam aleykim

Good material by the sheikh Imam ibnul qudamah al-maqdisi

(bismillah

It has been stated in several authentic narrations from the Prophet[saws] that Jesus[as] is to descend on the white minaret located in the Eastern part of the city of Damascus.

Damascus at that time will be the capital of Imam Mahdi's caliphate and under the latter's leadership the Muslims will be preparing for a showdown with the Dajjal in the same city.

The Muslims will be over joyed to see his presence and Imam Mahdi will ask him to lead the prayers but he will refuse and seek to pray behind the former. After they finish the Fajr prayers, Jesus[as] will open the door of the mosque and will find the Dajjal alongwith his 70,000 jewish army standing infront of him. The latter upon seeing the former will flee, and the Muslims will chase him and his jewish army deep into Palestine, where at a place called Lyida[ Ludd ] Jesus[as] will kill the Dajjal.

what the Prophetic narrations point out is that Jesus[as] in the near future is to descend in the Eastern quarters of Damascus on a white minaret that is close to a mosque.

May Allah bless the Day of the descendence of Isa ibn Maryam and the day he shall liberate palestine,and the day when the entire earth will be ruled by Islam under him, such that all the enemies of the Muslims will be disgraced,belittled and extinguished. :smilingfl

I attached a picture of the minaret:

Aren't the people of Damascus living in such a blessed and historic-to-be Land?...MashaAllah I'd like to one day ( If Allah allowes me) go and visit the Ummayad mosque and the minaret where Prophet Isa (As) will descend.

<b>TO WESTERN WOMEN</b>

<i>by Writer: Aisha </i>

When you look at me

all you can see

Is the scarf that covers my hair

My word you can't hear

Because you're too full of fear,

Mouth gaping, all you do is stare.

You think it's not my own choice,

In your own "liberation" you rejoice.

You're so thankful that you're not me.

think I'm uneducated,

Trapped, oppressed and subjugated.

You're so thankful that you are free.

But Western women you've got it wrong-

You're the weak and i'm the strong,

For I've rejected the trap of man.

Fancy clothes- low neck, short skirt,

These are devices for pain and hurt,

Always jumping to the male agenda,

Competing on his terms.

No job share, no baby-sitting facilities,

No feeding and diaper-changing amenities.

No equal pay for equal skill-

Your job they can always fill.

Is this liberation?

A person with ideas and thought,

I'm not for sale, I can't be bought.

I won't decorate anyone's arm,

Nor be promoted for my charm.

There's more to me than playing coy.

Living life as a balancing game- mother,

Daughter, wife, nurse, cleaner, cook, lover-

And still bring home a wage.

Who thought up this modern "freedom"

Where man can love'em and man can leave 'em.

This is not free but life in a cage.

Western women you can have your life.

Mine- it has less strife.

I cover and I get respected

Surely that's to be expected-

For I won't demean the feminine

I won't live to a male criterion.

I dance to my own tune,

And I hope you see this very soon,

For your own sake- wake up and use your sight!

Are you so sure that you are right?

I started this thread, because so many non muslim members on this board are saying that in the Islamic countries there is no just, hence they are accusing Islam as not just. And as we true Muslims know, that none of our leaders is ruling according to Islamic law, and most of them are puppets of USA and Israel. I received an interesting email about Arafat's origin that he is actually a jew, his father pretended to be a muslim, and yaser arafat was chosen as a spy for Israely authorities. This is what I got in my email, I got a long story of course but this is in brief. I got it long back but I chose to keep quiet and did not spread it to make sure of such an accusation, so because of a post in Jihad in palestine, this subject aroused in my memory and I found this site by accident while trying to search for a picture for Arafat:

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Yasser_Arafat

Quote from the biography:

At birth, his name was Mohammed Abdel Rahman Abdel Raouf Arafat Al Qudua Al Husseini. As explained by Said K. Aburish, his Palestinian Arab biographer (in Arafat: From Defender to Dictator, Bloomsbury Publishing, 1998, p. 7), "Mohammed Abdel Rahman was his first name; Abdel Raouf his father's name; Arafat his grandfather's; Al Qudua is the name of his family; and Al Husseini is the name of the clan to which the Al Quduas belonged."


Claims that he was related to the Jerusalem Husseini clan through his mother (an Abul Saoud), which previously appeared on this page, are shown false given that the Husseini clan designation comes from his father's side. Aburish further explains that Arafat was "unrelated to the real Husseini notables of Jerusalem" (Ibid, p. 9) and explains that "The young Arafat sought to establish his Palestinian credentials and promote his eventual claim to leadership... [and] could not afford to admit any facts which might reduce his Palestinian identity. ...Arafat insistently perpetuated the legend that he had been born in Jerusalem and was related to the important Husseini clan of that city." (Ibid, p. 8) End of Quote

So this is a start which means that it might be true, I will keep searching, and if any1 here has more information please help, we are fed up with those imposed leaders, more palestinians are killed, more Iraqis killed and tortured, muslim women being raped, and no1 is doing anything only more useless conferences that serves no1 but usa and Israel. If we cannot fight, If it is not time for Jihad yet,we can talk, we can do anything, but not just sit and keep quiet.

I hope for those who love yaser arafat, that they will c the truth, true honest palestinian muslim leaders are killed since he got the leadership of palestine, and he is still there, unremovable, why??????? when are we going to wake up, and now sheikh Ahmad yaseen murdered, Rantisi, and more to come, we never know.

:twoguns: Jihad is the solution

Asalaamu alikum,

Please make it so the IP addresses do not show up for the regular members. This info can be used by hackers and other devious people. (subhanall

Wa salaam,

Todd

1- To beautify your eyes, lower your gaze towards strange men, this will make your eyes pure and shiny.


2- To have attractive lips, always remember to speak the truth.

3- As for blush and rouge, "Modesty" (Haya') is one of the best brands


and it can be found in any of the Islamic centers.

4- To remove impurites from your face and body, use a soap called

"Istighfaar". Insha'Allah this soap will remove any bad deeds.(Ameen)

5- Now about your hair, if any of you has a problem of hair split ends,

then I suggest "Islamic Hijaab" which will protect your hair from damage.

6- As for jewellery, beautify your hands with humbleness and let your hands be a power to forgive people who hurt your feelings. And the necklace should be a sign to pardon you fellow brothers and sisters.


Insha'Allah, if you follow this advice given to you by the Creator

you'll have a beautiful and attractive inner and outer appearance.

<b>Woman was made from the rib of man. She was not created from his head to top him, nor from his feet to be stepped upon. She was made from his side to be close to him, from beneath his arm to be protected by him, and near his heart to be loved by him</b>

~I pray that this comes to you in Good Health and Imaan SiSteRs~ :smilingfl

This Poem is copied from email I recieved from a friend of mine.I thought I would like to share with you all, including JDoe and PersiaBoy....

It was early in the morning at four,

When death knocked upon a bedroom door,

Who is there? The sleeping one cried.

I'm Malkul Mawt, let me inside.

At once, the man began to shiver,

As one sweating in deadly fever,

He shouted to his sleeping wife,

Don't let him take away my life.

Please go away, O Angel of Death!

Leave me alone; I'm not ready yet.

My family on me depends,

Give me a chance, O please prepense!

The angel knocked again and again,

Friend! I'll take your life without a pain,

Tis your soul Allah requires,

I come not with my own desire.

Bewildered, the man began to cry,

O Angel I'm so afraid to die,

I'll give you gold and be your slave,

Don't send me to the unlit grave.

Let me in, O Friend! The Angel said,

Open the door; get up from your bed,

If you do not allow me in,

I will walk through it, like a Jinn.

The man held a gun in his right hand,

Ready to defy the Angel's stand.

I'll point my gun, towards your head,

You dare come in; I'll shoot you dead.

By now the Angel was in the room,

Saying, O Friend! Prepare for you doom.

Foolish man, Angels never die,

Put down your gun and do not sigh.

Why are you afraid! Tell me O man,

To die according to Allah's plan?

Come smile at me, do not be grim,

Be Happy to return to Him.

O Angel! I bow my head in shame,

I had no time to take Allah's Name.

From morning till dusk, I made my wealth,

Not even caring for my health.

Allah's command I never obeyed,

Nor five times a day I ever prayed.

A Ramadan came and a Ramadan went,

But no time had I to repent.

The Hajj was already FARD on me,

But I would not part with my money.

All charities I did ignore,

Taking usury more and more.

Sometimes I sipped my favorite wine,

With flirting women I sat to dine.

O Angel! I appeal to you,

Spare my life for a year or two.

The Laws of Quran I will obey,

I'll begin SALAT this very day.

My Fast and Hajj, I will complete,

And keep away from self-conceit.

I will refrain from usury,

And give all my wealth to charity,

Wine and wenches I will detest,

Allah's oneness I will attest.

We Angels do what Allah demands,

We cannot go against His commands.

Death is ordained for everyone,

Father, mother, daughter or son.

I'm afraid this moment is your last,

Now be reminded, of your past,

I do understand your fears,

But it is now too late for tears.

You lived in this world, two score and more,

Never did you, your people adore.

Your parents, you did not obey,

Hungry beggars, you turned away.

Your two ill-gotten, female offspring,

In nightclubs, for livelihood they sing.

Instead of making more Muslims,

You made your children non-Muslims.

You ignored the Mua'dhin Adhaan,

Nor did you read the Holy Quran.

Breaking promises all your life,

Backbiting friends, and causing strife.

From hoarded goods, great profits you made,

And your poor workers, you underpaid.

Horses and cards were your leisure,

Moneymaking was your pleasure.

You ate vitamins and grew more fat,

With the very sick, you never sat.

A pint of blood you never gave,

Which could a little baby save?

O Human, you have done enough wrong,

You bought good properties for a song.

When the farmers appealed to you,

You did not have mercy, tis true.

Paradise for you? I cannot tell,

Undoubtedly you will dwell in hell.

There is no time for you to repent,

I'll take your soul for which I am sent.

The ending however, is very sad,

Eventually the man became mad

With a cry, he jumped out of bed,

And suddenly, he fell down dead.

O Reader! Take moral from here,

You never know, your end may be near

Change your living and make amends

For heaven, on your deeds depends.

If this poem inspires you,

It can help someone too.

The End

I came across something I cannot believe, but due to the source, I am nearly forced to believe it. I am talking about Project Jahannam.

On May 20th of this year, a former high ranking CIA operative and white house consultant to President Reagan, Jack Wheeler, wrote an article about Project Jahannam.

THIS IS A PROJECT WHICH ALL MUSLIMS MUST KNOW ABOUT. The pentagon seems to have a high level project in which biodiesel fuels are intermixed with jet fuel. The biodiesel fuel uses PIG FAT, and this intersperses with contrails around the world. They say this is the ultimate revenge for 9/11, to bar us from Jannah!

His website is http://www.tothepointnews.com ; I have obtained a copy of the article.

Read Below:

ULTIMATE REVENGE: Sealing the Gates to Islam’s Heaven

Jack Wheeler

May 21, 2004

Sit down and sit tight, folks, or else this is going to totally blow you away.

Over a drink at The Cosmos Club in downtown Washington the other day, one of the Pentagon’s key intel guys – let’s call him Larry Johansen – ran something by me.

“Suppose – purely hypothetically, you understand,” said Larry, “that there was a number of people where I work who became determined to exact an ultimate revenge for Islam perpetrating September 11 upon America, for dancing on the streets from Cairo to Damascus to Ramallah in celebration of the slaughter of 3,000 Americans and the destruction of the Twin Towers, for creating and tolerating Al Qaeda, for waging war on Western Civilization?”

“Ultimate revenge? Sounds intriguing,” I responded. “What might that be?”

“Well, this is just supposition, right?” Larry responded. “But if there were this group where I work, they would call it Project Jahannam.”

My eyebrows shot up. “Project Jahannam?”

“Yes – Jahannam, as you know, is the Arabic word for Islam’s Hell. If a Moslem doesn’t go to Jannah – Heaven, the Paradise with the virgins and all – when he dies, he burns in Jahannam. The goal of Project Jahannam would be to seal off the Gates of Paradise to every single Moslem in the entire Middle East – or even the entire world. Although – since we’re only speaking hypothetically here – I might have used the wrong tense. It might be that Project Jahannam has already been completed. It might be that no Moslem alive today has a chance to live in the Paradise of Jannah when they die. They all, just like every Moslem who has died of whatever cause for the past year or so, are doomed to spend eternity in Jahannam – the fires of Hell.”

There was the look of deepest satisfaction in Larry’s eyes.

I stared at the ice cubes in my glass of Glen Morangie for a moment to let this all sink in. “So,” I asked, “just how might one go about consigning all Moslems to Hell?”

“I have this nephew,” Larry said. “He’s all into enviro causes and such. Lives in Oregon. He’s normal and thinks ok for the most part. But every time he sees a jet plane’s contrail in the sky, he’s convinced the government is spraying chemicals in some nefarious experiment on us.”

We sipped our Scotch. He was enjoying this.

“Have you ever heard of biodiesel fuel? Just last night (May 11), the Senate passed a federal excise tax credit for biodiesel. It was Grassley’s thing (Sen Chuck Grassley, R-IA). He bills biodiesel as a “cleaner-burning alternative” to pure petroleum diesel, and also as a “renewable resource” since biodiesel contains an additive made from soybean oil. There are a lot of soybeans grown in Iowa.”

Larry continued. “The chemistry involved is pretty simple, a process called trans-esterification. Soybean oil is cooked with an alcohol like methanol and a catalyst like sodium methoxide. You distill out the water and glycerin. This “esterifies” the oil, turning it into a “mono-alkyl ester” derived from the long-chain fatty acids of the oil. This is fuel-grade biodiesel, which can be added up to 20% to petroleum diesel. With me so far?”

I nodded, waiting for the punch line.

“This transesterification process works with most any kind of vegetable oil, or animal fat…” He let those last two words float in the air.

“Animal fat?” I asked. “You mean like…?”

“Yes,” he answered, “like lard, pig fat.”

Larry leaned forward. “Biofuel can be made with pig fat just as easily as with soybean oil. You can add it to any kind of petroleum fuel – gasoline for cars, diesel for trucks, jet fuel for airplanes. If – if, remember – the Project Jahannam people arranged for the manufacture of large quantities of pig fat biofuel, and further arranged for it to be mixed into the jet fuel supplies used by most of the world’s airlines, then…” He paused for me to get the picture.

“Then the world’s breathable atmosphere,” I said, “would be permeated with molecules of pig fat.”

“Precisely” he said. “Now, pig fat molecules are virtually indistinguishable from human fat molecules, so there’s no physical harm. The molecules would be absorbed through the lungs and incorporated into the fat cells of one’s body. Harmless to us, but for any Moslem, his body would be ineradicably, irretrievably polluted with pigs. The gates of heaven are forever closed to him. Mohammed himself would spit at them if they tried to enter. Remember the Sepoy Rebellion in 19th century India?”

“Yeah – that’s when the Sepoys, the native troops in British India, mutinied against the Brits,” I answered. “A lot of the Sepoys were Moslem, and this rumor started that their bullet cartridges were greased with pig fat. Since you had to bite off the paper wrapping of the cartridge, your mouth would come in contact with the alleged pig grease. Also, any fellow Moslems that were shot had pig grease in their body with the bullet, so they could kiss heaven goodbye. The Sepoys rebelled. Happened in the 1850s, I think.”

“Right – 1857-1859 to be exact. The thing was, it wasn’t true – Brits never used pig fat to grease the cartridges. Just the rumor itself sparked the revolt, which almost ended the British Raj.” Larry had an odd look in his eye.

“But surely the intention of Project Jahannam wouldn’t be to set off a worldwide Islamic revolt against the US – that’s Al Qaeda’s goal,” I stammered.

Larry’s hands went up in the air. “Of course not. The difference is that the Sepoys were trying to accomplish something by rebelling – no more pig grease on the cartridges. There wouldn’t be anything to accomplish by rebelling against Project Jahannam – because if it did happen, it’s already happened. The stuff would already be in the air, and would have been for over a year now. There’s nothing that can be done about it. Any action or protest or riot or whatever is useless. No Moslem can enter heaven now and that’s the end of it.”

My brain was exploding with so many thoughts I couldn’t say a word. Larry continued.

“Understand that the people who are capable of such a project are seriously clever. They would have made deals with various oil refineries to use a “special experimental” biofuel, paying them well for adding it to their refined fuel products and never revealing of course the biofuel was from pig fat. They would even have charcoal-filtered the pig fat biofuel to take out any aroma. This would have lasted only for less than a year, but enough time for the thousands of airliners flying across the planet every day to permeate the troposphere with pig fat particles everywhere in the world except the Arctic and Antarctica – and there aren’t many Moslems in either.”

“The troposphere?” I asked.

“That’s the air we breathe, the layer of air from the ground to 24-28,000 feet,” he replied. “Above that is the stratosphere. The JPs – the Jahannam Particles – would stay suspended in the stratosphere for months, in the troposphere for weeks or less wherever there was lots of rain to wash them out. So you could figure that within eight to ten months or so, the cumulative effect of hundreds of thousands of airplanes spraying pig fat exhaust into the world’s air would be that there isn’t a Moslem alive today anywhere in the world that doesn’t have JPs lodged in his fat cells. Oh – with one exception.”

“What’s that?” I asked.

“Infants, anyone born within the last few months since the project hypothetically would have ceased. Maybe when they grow up, they can create an Islam that actually lives at peace with the world.”

“OK,” I said. “This is all very cool, albeit hypothetically cool. But what’s the point? Such a project would have cost a lot of money. What would it accomplish?”

“Total demoralization of the enemy,” came his reply. “No more shahid (martyr) suicide bombers blowing themselves up as a ticket to whorehouse heaven. Using the enemy’s beliefs as a weapon against him – using the strengths of those beliefs to destroy him. The enemy knowing we can do this to him, kick him right in the balls of his soul and not blink an eye – knowing that we’ve already done it and there is not a damned thing he can do about it. He’s damned, he’s no longer a Moslem, his soul is unclean and polluted beyond retrieval, it’s over, it’s finished, for in a sense there are no Moslems – no true and unpolluted Moslems – in the whole world any longer.”

“But, Larry,” I objected, “there’s still no point if no one knows about this.”

A malicious smile broke over his face. “Not for much longer. The word is starting to seep out. Do you have any idea how many Moslems are like my nephew in Oregon? They’ll convince themselves they are haram (polluted) because the paranoia of their beliefs won’t let them think otherwise.”

Larry leaned forward again. “Jack, remember the pictures of people leaping to their deaths from the burning Trade Towers? These evil radical Moslem sons-of-bitches attacked us. They want to kill all of us. They’ll nuke us if they get the chance. Well, we’ve nuked them first – nuked them spiritually. Their fellow Moslems have hardly lifted a finger to help us get rid of them, to cure the disease that’s infected their religion. So sayonara to all of their souls.”

“You know, Larry,” I said, “if this were true, if Project Jahannam really did happen, it would be the greatest Psy-Ops in history. After all, the War on Terrorism is essentially a psychological war.”

“If is an interesting word, Jack – especially when it comes to religion, where there is no difference in effect between what is true and what people think is true.” Larry raised his glass. I raised mine.

“To Ultimate Revenge,” Larry said. “And to my nephew.”

Abu Saheem

hey everyone i dedicate this tread to puttingsome links to some really cool flash movies over the net

here is one

http://www.jihadunspun.com/articles/091120....Remembers.html

i will post more as time goes by insha allah

as salam alykom

I received this on an email, thought it was so special for mothers to read.

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A woman named Emily renewing her driver's license at the Clerk's office was > >asked by the woman recorder to state her occupation. She hesitated, > >uncertain > >how to classify herself. > > > >"What I mean is," explained the recorder, "do you have a job, or are you > >justa .....?" > > > >"Of course I have a job," snapped Emily. "I'm a mother." > > > >"We don't list `mother` as an occupation... `housewife` covers it," said > >the > >recorder emphatically. > > > >I forgot all about her story until one day I found myself in the same > >situation, this time at our own Town Hall.

The Clerk was obviously a career woman, poised, efficient, and possessed of a high sounding title like, "Official Interrogator" or "Town Registrar." >"What is your occupation?" she probed. What made me say it, I do not > >know... > > > >The words simply popped out. I'm a Research Associate in the field of Child Development and Human Relations."

The clerk paused, ball-point pen frozen in midair, and looked up as though > >she had not heard right. I repeated the title slowly, emphasizing the most > >significant words. Then I stared with wonder as my pronouncement was > >written in > >bold, black ink on the official questionnaire.

Might I ask," said the clerk with new interest, "just what you do in your > >field?" > > > >Coolly, without any trace of fluster in my voice, I heard myself reply, "I > >have a continuing program of research, (what mother doesn't), in the > >laboratory > >and in the field, (normally I would have said indoors and out). > > > >I'm working for my Masters, (the whole darned family), and already have > >four > >credits, (all daughters). Of course, the job is one of the most demanding > >in > >the humanities, (any mother care to disagree.?.) and I often work 14 hours > >a > >day, (24 is more like it). But the job is more challenging than most > >run-of-the-mill careers and the rewards are more of a > >satisfaction. Rather than just money."

>There was an increasing note of respect in the clerk's voice as she > >completed > >the form, stood up, and personally ushered me to the door. > > > >As I drove into our driveway, buoyed up by my glamorous new career, I was > >greeted by my lab assistants - ages 13, 7, and 3. Upstairs I could hear our > >new > >experiment, (a 6 month old baby), in the child development program, testing > >out > >a new vocal pattern.

I felt triumphant! I had scored a beat on bureaucracy! And I had gone on > >the > >official records as someone more distinguished and indispensable to mankind > >than "just another mother." > > > >Motherhood.....What a glorious career! > > > >Especially when there's a title on the door. Does this make : > > > >Grandmothers: "Senior Research Associates in the field of Child Development > >and Human Relations"? > > > >Great grandmothers: "Executive Senior Research Associates"? I think so!!!

>Aunts: "Associate Research Assistants". > > > >(optional) > >Send this to another Mother, Grandmother, Aunt, and other friends you know. > >Or for that matter, forward this to everyone because mothers should be > >appreciated not just by their own kind but by everyone...

Alhamdulilahi Rabbil Alameen, Rabbil Alwaaleena wal Aakhireen, wa Salaatu wa Salaamu, alal Mab'oothi Rahmatan lil Alameen an Nabiyal Amin Muhammad ibn Abdillah, wa Aalihi wa Sahbihi ajmaeen wa man Tabiyahum bi'th Saneen ila yaumid Deen Laa ilaaha illa laahu wah dahu laa shareeka lahu lahul mulku wa lahul hamdu yuhyee wa yumeetu wa huwa hayyun la yamootu biya dihil khayru wa huwa 'ala kulli shay in qadeer

> > >Alhamdulilahi Rabbil Alameen, Rabbil Alwaaleena wal Aakhireen, wa Salaatu wa Salaamu, alal Mab'oothi Rahmatan lil Alameen an Nabiyal Amin Muhammad ibn Abdillah, wa Aalihi wa Sahbihi ajmaeen wa man Tabiyahum bi'th Saneen ila yaumid Deen Ameen. > >Laa ilaaha illa laahu wah dahu laa shareeka lahu lahul mulku wa lahul hamdu yuhyee wa yumeetu wa huwa hayyun la yamootu biya dihil khayru wa huwa 'ala kulli shay in qadeer > >There is none worthy of worship except Allaah, Alone, without any partner with Him. For Him is the Dominion and to Him is the Praise. He gives life and He brings about death.