Work for Allah When, Where and How You Can!
(Bringing Islam to the World One Concept at a Time!
Taking the Qur’an to Every Home and Heart that Needs It —
And which One Does Not?)
As Muslims, we must all Work for Allah when, where and how we can. Each and every one of us. There are no exceptions. And there are no exclusions.
And there are absolutely no excuses.
At one time, in a certain place, Muslims closed their mosques for me. My crime? Asking Muslims to read the Qur’an.
It was a bit like Martin Luther — father of Christian Reformation.
Protestant Reformation as it is generally known. Or simply Reformation.
Luther, under the influence of Islam, wanted Christians to read the Bible. The way he observed Muslims in 16th Century Europe read the Qur’an.
See, Muslims are not new comers to Europe. They have been here — or should I say “there”? — from the inception of Islam, if you want to call it that.
That is what tells me Europe — and America — can fight Islam all it wants. It is sad; it is painful; and it is disastrous for all. But make no mistake: Europe is destined for Islam.
And so is America!
The Golden Triangle of Islam!
The recent breakaway leadership elements from Dutch and French Right-Wing, generally anti-Islam and anti-Muslim parties are but the first drops of the downpour of the divine mercy of Islam that is poised to deluge the homes, offices, and streets of Europe, America, Australia and Canada within what could only be described in terms of historical time as the blinking of an eye.
So, in this particular place that I am talking about, seeing Muslims did not read the Qur’an, and those who read it, read it wrong, I pleaded with Muslims to “Read the Qur’an.”
That turned the Muslims against me. Allah bless the Muslims. And they banned me from their mosques.
Muslims must really get to know their neighborhood Shaitan. He does things they can’t imagine and he does them in ways they can’t even speculate about. And the whole focus of Shaitan all the time is: How to keep the Qur’an from breaking out.
And Shaitan has been running a pretty successful operation on that front for a long time now:
Keeping Muslims — and of course non-Muslims, partly at least thanks to Muslim indifference and due to lack of effort on the part of Muslims — from getting into the Qur’an as much as they should:
From opening the Qur’an;
From reading the Qur’an;
From trying to understand the Qur’an;
From working to implement the Qur’an in their life;
From inviting others to the Qur’an;
From teaching the Qur’an to all those who need to be taught;
From striving to make the Qur’an the basis and the operating system of all human affairs in the whole world.
So, what was I to do — when barred from mosques?
As a solution, I decided to attend Muslims funerals, which, in this particular place, were a big thing. Because, luckily, the funerals were still an open affair in Muslim culture, even in this particular place, even for some kind of a rank outsider like me.
And a bit of a meddlesome outsider, at that, always asking people to read the Qur’an!
I went to the funerals and talked to Muslims. And that, Alhamdulillah, jump started the movement for the Qur’an.
We called these funeral visits fishing trips. In them, my friends and I identified potential good people, total strangers many of them, talked to them, explained to them their duty as Muslims to read the Qur’an themselves, and to invite others to the Qur’an, and to teach the Qur’an to everyone else in the world.
That was one way to Take the Qur’an to Every Home and Heart that Needs It — and Which One Does Not?
In those rather challenging times, there was one man who stepped forward courageously to help my work to invite the Muslims — and non-Muslims — of this place to the Qur’an.
Funerals and all!
When the doors of mosques were closed for me, he even asked his parents to open their house for my programs — centered on the Qur’an.
And he went with me to funerals — on my Fishing Trips.
Moments ago, I was told, it is his funeral — today. He died this morning, I was informed — the last day of this December of 2015.
His name was Sadiq Ramazan Ali. And he was my fishing companion when I — and this work of taking Allah’s book to Allah’s people — needed someone to go along with us and to give us a shoulder.
I wonder who will go fishing in Sadiq’s Funeral today. To be sure, everybody, who is anybody in that place, will be in Sadiq Ramazan Ali’s Funeral today.
May Allah bless Sadiq and grant him Paradise.