It looks like the worst has been confirmed - 3 bodies have been found in the West Bank near the city of Hebron. They are suspected to be of the 3 missing Israeli teenagers.
At this moment we do not know who killed them or how they died, but their families must be devastated and the humanity in all of us feels their loss. The people in their kidnap/murder should be treatd as criminals (and I have not come across any evidence that this is definitely by Palestinians - there could be a nutty settler with an axe to grind or who is mentally unhinged...)
However this can also lead to a bigger catastrophe for the Palestinians.
Subhanallah! Yesterday was a day i never planned for but Allah had planned for me years before i was born.
Started off like any other day, i was waiting for zuhr salat when my mum informed there's gonna be a janazah at one of my local masjids (not the one i usually attend). I thought, not many will be able to attend due to the daytime where most people are working etc. so i thought i must go and took my brother along with me.
North Koreans are in mourning after the death of their dear leader, Kim Jong-il.
People wept openly on the streets of the capital, Pyongyang. State media said he had suffered a heart attack on Saturday, aged 69. He had been unwell.
The official news agency KCNA described one of his sons, Kim Jong-un, as the "great successor" whom North Koreans should unite behind.
Pyongyang's neighbours are on alert fearing instability in the poor and isolated nuclear-armed nation.
A women who stabbed her husband to death in a row over what to watch on TV was jailed for ten years Dec 6
Leonora Sinclair, 50, repeatedly stabbed husband Lloyd in his leg after he refused to forfeit watching football to let her watch Harry Hill's TV Burp, the court heard.
Mr Sinclair, who was a deacon at the Ministry of Praise in Tottenham, north London, was found by paramedics bleeding heavily at the family home in Enfield, north London, on January 15.
In the name of Allah the most beneficent and Merciful.
There are some acts in Islam which are known as Fard e Kifaaya meaning it is a communal obligation. Therefore if no one from the Muslim community did this then all would be major sinners and if some did do this then all would be relieved of that duty. Washing, shrouding and praying (Janaza prayer) is a communal obligation for a deceased Muslim man or woman.
It is obligatory upon Muslim men to wash the deceased Muslim man and it is obligatory upon Muslim women to wash a deceased Muslim woman.
I have a question to ask. Does anyone know of any particular dua or surah to recite when visiting someone who is really ill?
I was just visiting my cousins grandad(not first cousin) who was diagnosed with cancer a while back and is now in critical situation. It was kinda scary watching him just lay there in his sleep and just keeping one eye on heart beat monitor.
It really brings you back to reality and makes you realize how temporary this life is and that we could die any minute.
The hardest thing is watching the relatives. You don't know what to say so everyone's just there in silence. Everyones emotions are really high at this moment yet you wanna remind them that this is all a test.
I Told Him To Leave The Streets For Deen
Told Him To Forget Money, Told Him To Stay Clean
My Son Wasn't Always A "Badman"
I Know All The Mothers Reading This Know What I Mean
Time Flies As They Say...Further Away He Drifted Each Day
My Heart Cried For Reformity, My Du'as Filled With Desparation
Now I Stand Here Today Proving He Was Innocent; To The Nation
When His Best Friend Was Stabbed And Left Heartlessly To Die
There Was A Noticeable Change In My Son, Wallahi This Mother Tells No Lie
He Hugged Me And Cried And Promised He'd Leave All That For Me
Promised To Be An Example To Others And Wipe My Tears For Eternity
My Little Boy Wanted To Change
My Life Again Full Of *HOPE*
His Smile Was Soo Beautiful
It is like a bad dream which won’t go away. How do you contemplate losing a brother? How do you get on with your life when you’ve lost a piece of it? How?
Every day I miss my little, baby brother. Just looking at the doors in the house remind me of him, thinking he’s going to walk through them any moment or just take a peek inside (he used to do that a lot, he used to stick his head in a room just to see who was in there and whether to enter or not). Or when I’m standing outside my house I think I’ll see him walking up from the park with his friends. How do I even try to describe the pain of losing the youngest member of my family? The only thing that gives me comfort is knowing that he’s in a better place, that he’s with our Prophet Sallallaahu ‘alaihi wa aalihii wasallam, that’s what gives me comfort.