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Guidance.

I am at my grandma’s place. I feel jealous. Jealous of those who have Muslim families. Whose grandparents at least died uttering the shahadah. I am jealous of those who have practising parents. Who gave them  tarbiyah to be a good Muslim. Did you ever realise, that even when you were not practising, even on the days you didn’t pray salah, when you ever thought of God it was always Allah. If you ever have to beg before someone, it was always Allah.;

At least you knew His name. At least you knew there is some miraculous book of His. You always knew about the Prophet (salallahu alayhi wasallam)

It is a different story here. If we tell them there is only one God, they ask “which one” .. Each day starts with shirk. The temple priest is a snob and everyone hates him but he has to be respected by everyone. I can’t stand his tobacco stained teeth.

I sometimes wonder whether I should get on the top of a mountain(here rock) and declare about Islam how the Prophet (salallahu alayhi wasallam) did. Whether I should break the idols of the temple like Ibrahim (as) did. Whether I should have a direct talk with the priest. Or what else should I do.

No matter what I speak to the women here, goes unheard. My blabbering about The Creator and everything else being creations. About Tawheed. Akhirah. The idols being lifeless. Trees and sun being creations. They agree and the next morning I find them back to the same routine. As if not a thought was spared about what I said for a moment. As if it was just another gossip session.

They are not even literate for me to give away books. Males are a degree above vain. It pains to see their life. Their lifestyle is way tougher than the life in city. Women are working all day long. People eat five meals a day. They are cleaning their houses, washing and ironing clothes, cutting chopping cooking, separate schedule for temple stuff, serving in laws, raising brats, tendering cattles, filling water in containers… They slog from 6am till 9pm. They are just on and on and on. To top it, there is a fast or festival every 5th day where they have to do all this without food. They have restrictions in folding also. There is a list of things they cannot eat simply because they are married.

Waste. All a waste. Aimlessly doing things just because this is what women do in the village. Their simplicity, their goodness..will they be of any use? Only Allah knows. The prettiest bride, the most educated of them, the best and the worst person, each one has the same routine.

At times I am mum. At times I discuss things with them. How is it even supposed to happen in five days? How will guidance reach them when I live 2000 kms away. At times this question haunts me: Should I live in a Muslim dominated place where my imaan is secure. Where I am surrounded with opportunities to gain ilm and practice Islam freely with ease. Or should I give up this privilege and settle here to work on my people. What is more important?

Indeed, guidance is from Allah alone. His plans and His ways are matters we will never know or understand…

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When Old is Truly Gold- Part II

My happiness has no bounds today. I just had a hearty meal in….in…in…. My Favorite Airlines! All those who have read my post When Old is truly Gold must have got it instantly. Yes. I am back into Air India. Woohoooo

I can not explain how excited I have been since the past few days awaiting this trip. The huge flights, the amazing staff, smooth landing on and flight off the runway… The thing about Indian Airlines. It is here. Never have I felt the same whilst traveling with another airlines. 
My vis-à-vis with Indian Airlines this time started last night. I wanted to do web-checkin. Normally when I do web checkin with other airlines, they charge a bomb for window seats and some more Shellings for other seats. But that’s not the case here. Mommy knows best what to give you and for free! There was no option for me to select a seat. The moment I entered my details, I was given a window seat within a few clicks. Just like that! Conclusion: Good baby gets a good seat from momma


Pleased and eased, I was greeted by a very warm and casual staff at the airport. This is exactly what I love about them. A sense of ease. Just like home. They are like the bosses! They won’t bother to flatter you with plastic smiles and flamboyant English. I don’t know why, there is this air of depicting yourself uptown in the airport. But Air India has place for everyone. Even a shabby kid like me is welcomed with open arms. Every staff member I spoke to had a distinct accent. Thus, depicting a group carefully chosen from various parts of India. 
As was destined, the beauty at the check in counter was so glad that we belong to the same native place. The young passenger checking in before me was carrying luggage 1.5kg more than the permissible limit. The moment she kept her bag on the scale, everything stood still. She stared aghast. Was she going to be fined for every extra kilo? Will she try to reduce the luggage weight on the spot?
The beauty maintained the most calm and poised look, “Madam?” ..
-“madam!” , she startled the passenger out of her stillness, “ticket please??” 
Phew! What a relief. Nobody blinked a lid on a the extra luggage.

 I started conversing with the woman in my local language and it was as if we were sisters meeting after ages.
– What are you doing here (in this alien land)? 

– I am studying. (I never say I am married and am making a home. Because that is not what I am “doing”. I am and will always remain a student in-sha-allah)

where do you live here. Where exactly is your home. Blah blah blah blah ..lot of  gupshup and chitchat. 

It was a heart warming conversation. So much that she forgot to hand me the hand baggage tags. No problem! The madam at the security check-in passed my bag anyway. It was I who went back and told the madam to please tie and stamp a tag so that I do not face issues whilst boarding. 
She gave the “huh. You know nothing” look and casually punched the stamp not giving a damn thereafter. 
She was right. Her eyes told me back then. Nobody actually checked the cabin bag tags whilst boarding. So not having them wouldn’t be a deal I guess. Silly me. I was carrying the pressures of other baby-trying-to-be-boss airlines. Where I would’ve had to run back to the check-in counter and got the tags and go through the entire security check process again if my handbag wasn’t stamped. But, as I said, boss can be only one. .
I asked a bro the way to my allotted gate. My flight departs from the international terminal. It is a hugeeeeee airport. The number of times I got lost, any person observing me would probably view me as a black pug wandering to and fro all around the airport. I think this bro figured out that I was entering the wrong gate the hundredth time. He came running from behind Bhag Milkha Bhag style screaming “Maaaaa’am..maaa’aaaam…this wayyyyyy…. “. Phew. May Allah Bless him and guide him for being so kind. I was exhausted of walking into the wrong places. 
Things went perfect so far Alhamdulillah. The bright red flight. The homely staff. Spacious and big seats. Superb free meals.
But wait. Something was missing. Something had changed since my last visit. Where are the oldies? My eyes carefully scan through the staff members. The average age group seemed to be 30s. That is a good herd no doubt. But that grace of oldies was missing. 
They are polite, courteous, beautiful and gorgeous in every sense. But then poise, confidence and X-factor.
 I’ll give you an example. The gentleman beside me was having a hard time managing the western breakfast. He left the bread and tea. You remember that AI aunty asking me pack the bread and keep it with me last time? How she came to check I was not eating. This time, the youngy just picked up his platter and took it away. So much food wasted. Sigh.

 I miss you aunty. There was no second serving of tea. There was tea bags. Sigh. 
Just as I am typing this, I see an aged air hostess. Oh my God. Made my day. Some of them are still there. Yayyyyy… Oh that gracful dressing and that demeanor. That dignity and command. I am totally a fan. Bowled!  I wonder how Air India hires its staff. Does it have a device to measure kind heartedness? 

 I guess change has to come. I will wait for this young batch to grow old in sha Allah. So that they accumulate hoards of experience and x-factor. So that once again I witness the best hosting ever. 

Keeping up with the tradition, the flight started a few minutes late. As I write this, the flight slants 45 degrees and royally glides through the clouds, marking its grandeur. You can feel each time it tilts. 
The take off, then flight and the landing are suggestive of experienced hands in the cockpit. And once again, I shall depart as a happy guest.
Humein vishwas hai ki bhavishya me aap humein first sewa ka avsar denge. Thank you. Jai Hind. (We trust that you’ll allow us to serve you again in future. Thank you. Hail India)
That’s how they conclude the flight. 
If I could afford you every time, I wouldn’t even shed a glance at any of your counterparts. End quote. 

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The Vain Muslim Wedding-3

​Comes the wedding day. Sleep deprived me is in full mood to dodge the wedding party and catch a nap. Sigh! but that was against the decree of Allah. No corner I found could remain away from the mystic touch of chattering crowd. My ears obviously would flap wide open whenever someone commented on matters regarding Islam. The groom was dressed, his hair oiled and perfumed. The amusing part is Muslims here believe in doing everything auspicious facing the Kiblah. Let me give away the happenings now..

1. Great Food: No denying this. Food is superb. It was however sad that I had a hard time eating all the gravy and masala and chat from under my niqab due to the presence of males all around. At the end of the festivities, a lot of it goes wasted. The surprising thing was when some poor relatives expressed interest to take some food back home, they were denied. A day later, it was in news that lots and lots of food was wasted and thrown.
Another amazing thing I witnessed for the first time was food stealing in the wedding party. Hoards of sheermal (delicious Indian bread) were sneaked in and locked by some relatives, creating a shortage whilst serving the guests.  No wonder so many people were astonished seeing one on my plate! 😀 Yeah I managed to get one of those last pieces served. 

2. Nikah Rules Crashed: women gathered into a room for the nikah to be conducted. Phew. Finally that one moment where I could remove my niqab and flash my make up a bit. 

No no no. What I forgot was that it was the best opportunity for the Romeos to catch a view of all beautiful ladies at one go! So we had Romeos peeping in one after another and Juliet’s blushing or acting to ‘not care’ .. Blah blah blah burrrrrrrrrrrr

Soon the bride accepted the groom as her husband. And there was a group crying session. They cried and cried and cried. 

This moment amuses me every time. In the excitement of getting married, I forgot to cry at my wedding. :-/  Till date when I witness the brides weeping, I try hard to grasp the emotion but I am only left gawking 

Then I was waiting for the khutba…but….. There was none that I could hear. Husband says, nikah khutba was merely a formality of few things uttered and nobody paying attention. Nobody bothered about putting up speakers for the audience and women to listen to the khutba. 

The bride is then taken to dress up. Yeah, they get married in one costume. Cry and ruin that make up and costume. Then they change for the final look. So the $1000 (Rs. 65,000 approx) wedding gown is just tossed off after 30minuted of use. And to shop for it, we waste approximately 746373hours. [Warning: serious exaggerations!]

3) Dwaar chikhai– so I was boggled when I was stopped at the door after we went back home. I was clueless. A random me asked what the matter was

-“there is a ritual left. Dwar chikai” , says the groom’s sister

-” what’s that? “, clueless super innocent me

-” you don’t even know what dwar chikai is?” , sharp taunt from irritating aunty. As if not knowing dwar chikai disqualifies me to set my foot on this piece of earth.

-“it’s not even an Islamic ritual :-O”, bang on reply.  

The stupidest thing she went to do after this is to complain to my mom in law. 

-“your daughter in law says dwar chikai is shirk ”

-“it’s not shirk. It’s biddah”, I prompt from behind

*smug* *smug*

-“haan haan she is right “, says my ever supporting mom in law

Haha. We giver her the “loser” look and annoying aunty shies away from yet another failed attempt. 

So the groom is basically stopped at the doorstep and denied entry or privacy with his wife unless he pays some money. 

So what was all the fuss about? Grrrrrrrr

4) Joota churai : Grooms shoes are stolen by bride’s sister and he must pay a price ten times its market price to get it back. Bride’s sister/ bridesmaids laugh and tease the groom. Groom’s brother/groomservants tease them back by refusing to pay. Finally groom obliges and increases the cost price of those shoes by thousands.

5) A beautiful bride: You see none like them. Hearts skip a beat to witness their beauty. Even of the male audience as they come to click pics and view the brides sitting on the stage. Decked up and gorgeous. The bride now adorns sindoor (auspicious religious red powder to signify marital status of women in Hinduism) and bindi (red dot on forehead denoting the same). 

Finally after being on stage for 2-3hrs, the bride has to be deported to her marital home. Therefore, she wears her seventh dress of the evening. She is covered in an abaya customarily, which is soon taken off when she sits in the car. They cry a lot again and I scratch my head wondering why. 😀 I am being mean I guess. 

The vain wedding is followed by a month of controversies and disputes. Many are still finding out flaws in the much extravagant wedding. Pointing out shortcomings in gradeur or royal treatment of guests. Arguing over how they felt humiliated when XYZ said so and so ..or when the bride’s mother did not do so and so for her. The villains are investigated by the Sherlock Holmes of the family who knew the realty of ABC since ever but found this an appropriate moment to unleash their reality. We also get intimations of who said what about us and how much the informer loves us for having informed us (though said nothing in our defence on the spot)..and the saga goes on and on and on…..

Phew..

Jazakallah khair for being my patient reader. May Allah reward you

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The Vain Muslim Wedding-2

The benefit of observing purdah was that nobody expected any help in the chores from me. The chores required roaming around the place and Therefore, amidst the chaos, I could stick to an isolated corner of the house and write this

My companions kept changing. Each came and left for some work soon after. But I stayed there without being tagged the useless vain bahu (daughter in law). 

Here come more facts and features of the Vain Muslim Wedding:

1) The Deen Discussions- Everyone gets the opportunity to explore the  ulama in them. So we get to hear innumerable fatwas and rulings Like keeping  hing (asafetida) in a paper with the bride and family to keep them safe in journey, reciting all five kalimas before nikah, piercing nose is fardh for married women, drinking water the sunnah way gives you reward of 100 martyrs, congregational duas being sunnah and of course various situation where it is “Okay” to remove niqab . 

2) Cramped spaces: This is all about crowded places and messy floors. The house becomes a mess due to the two person per square feet population density. There is water, paper, wrappers, shoes, dropped food and many stamped crushed somethings on the floor. I have spent hours searching for a clean 5*2 sq feet space inaccessible by males for ten minutes so that I could comfortably offer my Salah. 

3) Sleep deprivation: There is no fun when you’re sleep deprived. Period. The functions went on until 1:30-2:00am. You crawl in the morning to make it for fajr (only to find the entire household sleeping due to hangover after partying hard). Just as you get a little sleep, the commotion starts. People start roaming around the house for morning walks, thereby entering each room and checking out if anyone is available for the day’s talking session start. Sometimes there will also be an old auntys group coming in and hanging out in the room for a chit chat in trembling loud voices to comfortably hear each other. There is no sleeping after that. People people people people people people people people people people people people people people people people people people people people people people

4) The day before wedding– it starts with Qur’an Khawni. People are hired to read Quran in your home within 15minutes and get done with it. You gotta fit Allah somewhere dude. So just squeeze time out for it.Family and guests are here and there “acting busy”

Then we have more important stuff like haldi cum sangeet (Music ceremony). We get a DJ and shake that leg of yours babe! There is mehendi (applying turmeric on the bride) and we have cameramen to record it too. 

Gifts for the bride and groom is exotically spread on display and everyone is informed to come and view. There are heaps of gold & diamond jewelery, shoes, accessories, clothes etc. I dont even remember what that ritual was called. 

Rest of the day was all about being bothered about food and dodging the eyes of men.

5)Food- That is everything women in the household do. I don’t know why managing food takes a caterer as well as 50 men in the marriage venue and 50 women at home. The day would begin with people scrambling for a cup of tea and biscuits. Next, chaos would start for where the breakfast was. People would spend hours to figure out whether to have it in the wedding venue or whether to import it at home. Some would leave while others would choose to be at home because going to venue would mean getting dressed up. 

Thus, for them breakfast would finally arrive at 1pm. Lunch would arrive post 4pm. The food is always royal but until dinner evryome would have lost appetite. 

Third day into the ceremony and everyone had given up. 90% did not have supper. Many piled it on plates out of greed and couldn’t swallow beyond few morsels. 

Result? Overused washrooms and some unpleasant odour in the air. 😀 *chuckles*
I cannot believe the post has gone to be so long and I am still not done with my critical analysis. We will follow up with a third part.
By the way, I feel so cheesy to have written “The Wedding Saga” series. I read that a few days back and couldn’t stop gawking at how mushy I was to write that. I wanted to delete it out of embarrassement or redo the framing. Ones who read it deserve an apology. 

Come back for part 3! 

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The Vain Muslim Wedding- 1

 I finally get invited for a  muslim wedding. If you are belong to the indopak region, I am sure you are aware that the term muslim wedding is not synonymous with Islamic wedding. 

Weddings have never appealed to me. I think I suffer from agoraphobia. Crowds creep me out. Silence is precious
From the time of arrival, the wedding has been of amuse. Not only am I witnessing the “behind the scenes” of a muslim wedding for the first time, it is only the second time I am witnessing of any wedding at all. 

There is not much I have to do here. Therefore, I’ll do what I do the best- write. Here are my observations of the wedding:

1) Tresspassing Hijab: not a single person observes hijab. There are some who observe pseudo purdah- that is the purdah in markets but the moment you step into your destination, the hijabs/abaya/niqab comes off. It doesn’t matter whether there are males here. They are all “like your brothers”. Sufficient to make them your mahrams. 

No, do not frown. I was insisted to remove my plain looking hijab amidst the flashiness here because it was after all the wedding season! The men are after all your brothers. 

Funnily, I was even informed of some new verses of the Qur’an which said that purdah is to be observed only from jeth (husband’s older brother) and not devar (husbands younger brother). Some more came around to say that Allah says if you accept someone as your brother from the core of your heart, before him it is permissible to be without purdah. 

We have some upcoming aalims in every Muslim household here. If I make a list here, the ulamas out there are surely gonna shy away. 
2) Gun point invitation– It wasn’t a normal ” please attend my daughter’s wedding” invitation. Invitations are more egotised. “If you do not come, then one day you might want me to come and I will avenge” OR “you don’t come to my daughter’s wedding, I won’t attend your daughters wedding”. Term it threats, warnings, blackmail or Indian way of expressing love. That is how it is . Your job leaves are over, you live 1000km away, you are broke or you are heavily pregnant. None of it matters. You don’t come implies you never wanted to in the first place. 
3) Oh All that Gold– woohooo!! So all the gold that you have stocked in your lockers in out. You can make out the status of a person by observing the number of gold rings on his wife’s fingers. There are thick rings, antique rings, fancy rings, heavy solid rings, big rings, small rings, rings with gemstones and those with none. 

And there are chains, necklaces, bangles , nose pins, anklets and XYZ ABC pqrstuvewxyz all in Gold!

You can feel those eyes piercing through the gold of another. And the ones with bulky gold have their bosoms swelling with pride.
4) All That Rush– The entire joint family is gathered into the family home. And everyoneeee has lot of work to do. Even if they do not have work they act like they’re busy and going crazy with the hectic schedule. Despite having wedding planners, caterers, decorators, there will be 50 people serving everything. 
5) Gossip– So much gossip. Who did what. Who is oh so rich. Did you see her dress. So and so fixed her daughter’s marriage with so and so. Those people are such creeps. I am the best person on earth. I am telling this because I wish good for you. 

And so much to catch up! Long time no see. Did your daughter in law conceive? Has it not been five years to her wedding? ABC already had three kids in four years. . 
6) Taunts– the best opportunity to steam out all that boiling blood. So you didn’t invite me for your wedding eh? Pass on the bitterest emotions with a sweet smile. The victim usually retorts back with an equally below the belt remark. If you observe conversations, you will realise who hates whom, who fears whom or the darkest mistakes in the life of a person on which she is frequently taunted. 
The twisted turning vain Indian Muslim wedding has a lot more interesting observations. A single post does not suffice. Let us follow up with a part two.

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She Speaks English!

It was a long journey. Husband and I had embarked the train and were going to be there for seven hours.
Journey has its own virtues. One thing I try to be conscious about when I am in public, that I represent my religion. Every mistake I do will be credited to the “how vain Muslims are” account and every impressive deed might help people to have a good perception of Islam. 
A family of 5 soon joined us in the compartment. Three kids and their parents. 

Watching younger generations always amuse you. I used to wonder as a kid why mum finds it so hard to figure the computer or smartphone out. Perhaps its the same reason why I find it hard to grasp their lingo and gadgets today. So much that I feel its unnecessary to waste time grasping it. Life is good without it as well. Just what mom must have thought. 

A while later, I could figure out that they were a Muslim family as well. The name of the son was Muhammad. They seemed to be a family of “okay Muslims“. 

Whenever I see the Okay Muslim, I cannot help remembering a statement my dad gave: “ even real Muslims don’t practise Islam like you do. You are overdoing it.” 

It is something disheartening. To see the absence of Sunnah from the lives of Muslims. The decreasing importance of Islam in children. The void that is filling our lives now. A void which comes when the heart has forgotten to fear and hope from Allah. When a muslim forgets what he has to be.
The time for salah approached, and husband combined salatul Maghreb and salatul Isha. 

– “Mom what is he doing?” , I heard an exclamation. 

-“He is praying beta”, comes a sincere soft reply. 
((Me *gawking* hainnnn??? Muslim kid asking what a man in Salah is doing? Some form of break dance eh?))

“He is so sincere mom. I have never seen someone pray even in train! He must not be missing even single namaz then”

*mom smugs*

-“Why should he? Especially when Allah has made prayer during travel so easy for you. You don’t have to pray the sunnah. The fardh is halved and you may even combine salatul zuhr and asr, and salatul Maghreb and Isha. There is no excuse to miss salah.” 

Did I just speak that aloud? 

Woopsie Daisy! 

*awkward silence*

I noticed the mother looking at me with an embarrassed smile. The child sitting and staring at me wide mouthed. Perhaps they realises that there are ears underneath the niqab and yeah, mouth as well. 

After the while the child when to the top berth of the train to sisters. Husband and I were on the lower berths. I could hear murmurs

-“dude, she speaks English ”

-“but she wears a niqab”

-“yeah but I heard her speaking English”

#confused kids.

Voila! I still have ears. I look at them and pass a smile. Seems they realised I heard them. 
I wonder what part of Islam has taught us that we need to shed a few  sunnahs to be better educated. Who do think is responsible for imparting this understanding to the non-muslims that only the outdated and uneducated adorn the hijab ordained by Allah? Is it the media or is it we Muslims ourselves?

I try to imagine the lives of the next generation. Running in the rat race. Confused. Despaired. The same void. A depressing life, which has been quoted as modern and the ultimate purpose of life. A life devoid of barakah. Abundant is everything but barakah. Because no matter what we do, if we do not know who be belong to… There is never the sense of being in the right place. 

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An Overview on Jinns.

Bismillahir  Rahmaanir  Raheem

 

INTRODUCTION

Jinns  are  a  part  of  Allah’s  makhlooq.  Allah  created  them  before  humans  from  smokeless  flame  of  fire  (Al  Hijr,  26-27).  Ibn  Abbas  said,  “It  is  the  smokeless  flame  that  kills.”  Abdullah  ibn  Mas’ud  narrated  that  the  Prophet  (salallahu  alayhi  wasallam)  said  that  the  smokeless  flame  is  one  of  the  seventy  parts  of  the  smokeless  fire  from  which  Jinns  were  created  (Tafseer  ibn  Katheer).

Ibn  Abbaas,  Ikrimah,  and  others  interpret  marajin-min-nar,  to  be  the  utmost  severity  of  the  flame.  or  to  be  from  the  best  part  of  flame.  Imam  Nawawi  mentioned  in  his  explanation  to  Sahih  Muslim  that  the  smokeless  flame  mixed  with  blackness  of  fire  (Ibn  Katheer).

 

TYPES  OF  JINN

There  are  three  types  of  Jinn  (At-Tabarani  and  Al-Hakim):  

· one  that  can  fly,  

· one  in  form  of  snakes  and  dogs,  and  

· one  which  resides  and  roams  about  in  a  particular  locality.

THE  QAREEN

In  a  narration  by  Ibn  Masood,  Prophet  (salallahu  alayhi  wasallam)  said  that  for  every  human  has  been  appointed  a  constant  jinn  companion  known  as  the  Qareen  (Muslim,  2814)  The  hadith  is  a  reference  to  the  fitnah  caused  its  whispers.  

THEIR  POWERS

Allah  subhana  wa  ta’ala  has  blessed  the  jinns  with  certain  powers  which  we  come  to  know  via  many  Qur’anic  verses  and  hadiths.  Few  of  them  are-

· Speed:  Jinns  can  move  from  one  place  to  another  very  fast.  The  tale  of  an  ifreet  has  been  narrated  in  Qur’an  who  promised  Sulayman  (alayhis  salam)  that  he  would  bring  the  throne  of  the  queen  of  Sheba  to  Jerusalem  faster  than  a  man  gets  up  from  his  seat  (An-Naml,  39-40).

 

· Invisibility:  Humans  cannot  see  Jinn  but  they  can  see  us  (Al-Ar’af,  27).  In  Surah  Al-A’raf,  Allah  warns  us  against  the  plot  of  Iblees  and  his  followers.  The  root  of  this  enmity  lies  from  the  time  of  Adam  (alayhi  salam).  It  was  the  plot  of  Iblees  which  expelled  Adam  (alayhi  salam)  from  Paradise  and  caused  his  privates  to  be  uncovered  (Ibn  Katheer).  

 

· Precedence  in  matters  of  space:  The  Jinns  used  to  approach  the  heaven  to  be  in  contact  with  it  and  eavesdrop  whatever  Allah  allowed  them  to  hear  from  the  news  of  heaven  (Al  Jinn,  8-9).

 

· Knowledge  in  building  and  other  crafts:  By  Allah’s  will  Prophet  Sulaymaan  ruled  over  Jinns  and  under  his  command  they  constructed  structures  like  Synagogues  and  statues,  basins  like  wells  and  boilers  built  into  the  ground  (Saba,  12-13).  It  may  also  be  estimated  that  they  have  ability  to  communicate  and  travel  wirelessly (Al-Ashqar,  1998)

 

· Ability  to  change  forms-  Several  narrations  have  been  recorded  where  shaytaan  took  human  forms.  In  the  battle  of  Badr,  shaytaan  took  form  of  Suraaqa  ibn-Malik  and  promised  victory  to  the  enemies.  Allah  thereby  revealed  the  following  verses-  “And  when  Satan  made  their  deeds  seem  fair  to  them  and  said:  No  one  of  mankind  can  conquer  you  this  day,  for  I  am  your  protector.”  (al-Anfaal,  48).

 

In  a  narration  by  Abu  Hurayrah,  shaytaan  entered  his  home  on  two  consecutive  days  to  steal  only  to  be  caught  red  handed.  On  being  caught  the  third  time,  he  plead  to  be  spared  and  advised  Abu  Hurayrah  to  recite  Ayatul  Kursi  each  night  and  a  guardian  from  Allah  would  guard  him.  The  Prophet  (salallahu  alayhi  wasallam)  said  that  this  thief  was  the  shaytaan  who  told  the  truth,  though  he  is  a  liar  (Bukhari).

 

· Ability  to  flow  in  blood  of  humans:  An  incident  has  been  narrated  in  the  two  Sahihs  where  once  two  sahabis  saw  the  Prophet  (salallahu  alayhi  wasallam)  with  his  wife  and  he  clarified  that  it  was  his  wife  because  shaytaan  flows  in  humans  like  blood.  Thus,  shaytaan  may  cast  evil  thoughts  in  their  minds.

 

 

NO  POWER  OVER  ALLAH’S  WORSHIPPERS

Allah  mentions  in  Surah  Al-Isra  verse  65  that  the  jinns  have  no  control  over  His  (subhana  wa  ta’ala)  bondsmen.  Iblees  swore  to  lead  mankind  astray  except  those  who  are  the  perfect  slaves  of  Allah  (Al-Hijr,  39-40)

Yet,  we  see  Muslims  being  overpowered  by  Shaytaan.  This  happens  due  to  their  own  sins  (Al-Haakim  and  Al-Baiqahi)

 

THEIR  SOCIETY

The  jinns  dwell  on  earth  like  mankind.  They  are  usually  found  in  ruins,  barren  lands  and  toilets.  Thus,  the  Prophet  (salallahu  alayhi  wasallam)  asked  us  to  seek  refuge  in  Allah  from  male  and  female  jinns  when  entering  toilets  (Al-Bukhaari,  142).  We  also  learn  that  there  are  both  male  and  female  jinns.  The  Qur’an  describes  spouses  of  paradise  to  be  untouched  by  both  men  and  jinn  (Ar-Rahmaan,  60).  Like  humans,  they  marry,  procreate,  have  relatives  and  die.  Similarly,  there  are  both  muslim  and  non-muslim  jinns  (Al-Jinn,  14-15).  Additionally,  they  have  different  levels  of  righteousness  and  taqwa  too  (Al-Jinn,  11)

 

CONCLUSION  (PROTECTION  FROM  JINNS)

Since  Jinns  can  see  us,  while  we  cannot,  the  Prophet  (salallahu  alayhi  wasallam)  on  many  occasions  asked  to  seek  protection  from  them.  Jinns  can  cast  evil  eye  on  humans.  The  Prophet  (salallahu  alayhi  wasallam)  once  saw  a  maid  with  a  black  spot  on  her  face  and  asked  her  to  be  treated  by  ruqya  since  a  jinn  had  casted  evil  eye  on  her  (Bukhari).  

The  Prophet  (salallahu  alayhi  wasallam)  sought  protection  from  jinns  by  reciting  Surah  al-Falaq  and  an-Naas  (Tirmidhi  3/266)  

Allah  says  in  the  Qur’an  to  seek  refuge  from  shaytaan’s  whisperings  and  from  him  coming  in  proximity  to  us  (Al-Mu’minoon,  97-98).

Reciting  Bismillah  before  entering  home,  entering  washrooms,  sexual  intercourse,  meals,  changing  clothes  and  drinking  water  also  protects  us  from  them.  We  have  been  commanded  to  bring  children  indoors,  shut  doors  and  water  containers  with  the  name  of  Allah  after  sunset  and  to  put  off  lights  at  bedtime  to  prevent  evil  from  shayateen  (Bukhari  10/88)  

Lastly,  a  person  with  strong  imaan  will  always  overpower  a  jinn  if  they  were  to  wrestle.  It  has  been  reported  by  Al-Daarimi  (3247)  that  the  shaytaan  comes  out  of  the  house  like  a  donkey  breaking  wind  and  does  not  return  until  next  morning  


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