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LaudableXX:How does one just "discard" a religious practice? From all the information I've gotten on this hijab issue, no mention of her not using it in law school, I'd like to know where you got your information. And BTW, even if she wasn't using it in law school(which I doubt) and chooses to use it on the day she's to be called to the bar, its still part of her right to practise her religion. In conclusion, to the best of my knowledge, there's no law that stops a hijabite from being called to the bar. The irony is the wearing of the hijab has the backing of the constitution which advocates freedom of conscience, thought and practice of religion. I stand to be corrected. |
LaudableXX:Does the hijab stop her from being a good lawyer? The West that mandated us to use the wig have long gone past it and call people that wear hijab to the bar. We just like to make a mountain of a molehill. |
paulchineduN:This is an issue of right to practice one's religion. Why do you trivialise it? |
Lol. Lagos traffic wey dey hold okada. Na this one go come give am hard time? |
So, are you saying nothing can change in 5 years? Because I remember Obj supporting Buhari few years back |
Murder. Place is scattered. Window is open. And if you look well you'd see the murderer at the closed window. |
Informative. |
I really dislike the bickering between these two bodies which causes enmity and friction among their followers. Can't we just coexist maturely without having a go at one another. |
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AfonjasMustDie:LMAO. I hope you're not in Nigeria cos we will suffer it together. So, be careful what you wish for. |
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My name is Cassie, I am 23 years old. I graduated as a qualified nurse this year and was given my first position as a home nurse. My patient was an English gentleman in his early 80s who suffered from Alzheimer’s. In the first meeting, the patient was given his record and from it I could see that he was a convert to the religion of Islam, therefore he was a Muslim. I knew from this that I would need to take into account some modes of treatment that may go against his faith, and therefore try to adapt my care to meet his needs. I brought in some ‘halal’ meat to cook for him and ensured that there was no pork or alcohol in the premises as I did some research which showed that these were forbidden in Islam. My patient was in a very advanced stage of his condition so a lot of my colleagues could not understand why I was going through so much effort for him. But I understood that a person who commits to a faith deserves that commitment to be respected, even if they are not in a position to understand. Anyway after a few weeks with my patient I began to notice some patterns of movement. At first I thought it was some copied motions he’s seen someone doing, but I saw him repeat the movement at particular time; morning, afternoon, evening. The movements were to raise his hands, bow and then put his head to the ground. I could not understand it. He was also repeating sentences in another language, I couldn’t figure out what language it was as his speech was slurred but I know the same verses were repeated daily. Also there was something strange, he didn’t allow me to feed him with my left hand (I am left-handed). Somehow I knew this linked to his religion but didn’t know how. One of my colleagues told me about paltalk as a place for debates and discussions and as I did not know any Muslims except for my patient I thought it would be good to speak to someone live and ask questions. I went on the Islam section and entered the room ‘True Message’. Here I asked questions regarding the repeated movements and was told that these were the actions of prayer. I did not really believe it until someone posted a link of the Islamic prayer on youtube. I was shocked. A man who has lost all memory of his children, of his occupation, and could barely eat and drink was able to remember not only actions of prayer but verses that were in another language. This was nothing short of incredible and I knew that this man was devout in his faith, which made me want to learn more in order to care for him the best I could. I came into the paltalk room as often as I could and was given a link to read the translation of the Quran and listen to it. The chapter of the ‘Bee’ gave me chills and I repeated it several times a day. I saved a recording of the Quran on my iPod and gave it to my patient to listen to, he was smiling and crying, and in reading the translation I could see why. I applied what I gained from paltalk to care for my patient but gradually found myself coming to the room to find answers for myself. I never really took the time to look at my life; I never knew my father, my mother died when I was 3, me and my brother were raised by our grandparents who died 4 years ago, so now its just the two of us. But despite all this loss, I always thought I was happy, content. It was only after spending time with my patient that felt like I was missing something. I was missing that sense of peace and tranquility my patient, even through suffering felt. I wanted that sense of belonging and a part of something that he felt, even with no one around him. I was given a list of mosques in my area by a lady on paltalk and went down to visit one. I watched the prayer and could not hold back my tears. I felt drawn to the mosque every day and the imam and his wife would give me books and tapes and welcome any questions I had. Every question I asked at the mosque and on paltalk was answered with such clarity and depth that could do nothing but accept them. I have never practiced a faith but always believed that there was a God; I just did not know how to worship Him. One evening I came on paltalk and one of the speakers on the mic addressed me. He asked me if I have any questions, I said no. He asked if I was happy with the answers I was given, I said yes. He asked then what was stopping me accepting Islam, I could not answer. I went to the mosque to watch the dawn prayer. The imam asked me the same question, I could not answer. I then went to tend to my patient, I was feeding him and as I looked in his eyes I just realized, he was brought to me for a reason and the only thing stopping me from accepting was fear…. not fear in the sense of something bad, but fear of accepting something good, and thinking that I was not worthy like this man. That afternoon I went to the mosque and asked the imam if I could say my declaration of faith, the Shahadah.: lā ilāha illà al-Lāh, Muhammadun rasūlu Al-Lāh. There is no god except Allah, Muhammad is Allah’s messenger. He helped me through it and guided me through what I would need to do next. I cannot explain the feeling I felt when I said it. It was like someone woke me up from sleep and sees everything more clearly. The feeling was overwhelming joy, clarity and most of all…. peace. The first person I told was not my brother but my patient. I went to him, and before I even opened my mouth he cried and smiled at me. I broke down in front of him, I owed him so much. I came home logged on to paltalk and repeated the shahadah for the room. They all helped me so much and even though I had never seen a single one of them, they felt closer to me than my own brother. I did eventually call my brother to tell him and although he wasn’t happy, he supported me and said he would be there, I couldn’t ask for any more. After my first week as a Muslim my patient passed away in his sleep while I was caring for him. Inna lillahi wa inna ilayhi rajioon. He died a peaceful death and I was the only person with him. He was like the father I never had and he was my doorway to Islam. From the day of my Shahadah to this very day and for every day for as long as I live, I will pray that Allah shows mercy on him and grant him every good deed I perform in the tenfold. I loved him for the sake of Allah and I pray each night to become an atoms weight of the Muslim he was. Islam is a religion with an open door; it is there for those who want to enter it…. Verily Allah is the Most Merciful, Most Kind. * Note * Our sister Cassie passed away, October 2010. Inna lillahi wa inna ilayhi raji’un, after she gave da’wa to her brother, who had accepted Islam, Alhamdulillah! This story proves that daw’ah has many folds, and the “silent” dawah is one of the strongest. That patient could not talk, but the strength of his faith that he kept was enough to convince the nurse to take the Straight Path. This is a very moving story and should be an encouragement for all of us Muslims to have faith and to behave positively so that the people who do not know what Islam is could be attracted naturally to it, In’sha’Allaah! http://coolstory.ng/coolZone/the-nurse-and-the-muslim-patient-a-true-story-from-the-united-kingdom/ |
kennygee:Why so cute? |
slimthugchimee:Happens to me but without the pains though. The explanation for this is you probably slept in a position that stops or reduces blood flow to your arm. |
What do you mean "in hijab"? Inductive and poisonous journalism. |
So if kwankwasiya stops whatever they're doing you won't probe even if there are discrepancies in the running of the last administration? |
What a beauty to behold! Ever gallant soldiers! |
Nightie:Are you a student of the prestigious school? |
shotin:Lol. Holy spirit? I'm good. |
shotin:Lol. You're just giving me verses without logical explanation. |
Genuine vote of confidence, unlike the ones in the two houses. |
lilvicc:To be honest, I don't understand all you've written. |
MuttleyLaff:He could have commanded the tree to bear fruits though since he had the power. |
MuttleyLaff:One question, would you curse a worthless living thing to death given that you have the power to bless or curse it? |
MuttleyLaff:In my opinion, he should have blessed the tree instead of cursing it to show his magnanimity. |
1KINGKYLE:So, how many gods now? |
emis8:How's Jesus the creator of the world? |
Every single man you share your sins to Will try his luck too Every single man. And you can not hate him for it And you must not blame you for it And you shall carry on being friends And for times when your self esteem is down And here comes a compliment A somewhat inappropriate compliment A very inappropriate compliment And you don’t know whether to be Flattered or offended But you do feel grateful that someone finds you sexually attractive And you’re angry that you feel grateful that someone finds you sexually attractive, Return to God. http://coolstory.ng/coolZone/im-not-sure-how-to-teach-my-daughter-u-for-unacceptable-v-for-vague-w-for-woman/ |
The bright flaming orange ball of doom roused me. I groaned as I look out the window. There it was in its unrivaled glory, staring down. You see, a day which starts with the sun as bright as this one always meant a long day for me. I reluctantly pushed back my covers and all but crawled out of bed in search of my mother – who no doubt would be on one chore or the other – for our morning ritual. The ritual consists of her giving me an earful of how a lady my age shouldn’t sleep as much as I do and I, looking or trying my best to look sober while scanning the grounds for signs of breakfast. The verbal dance always ended with an apology and a promise to desist from me and an indifferent grunt from my mother. Until the next morning. Today, she was bent over a tray of freshly cut pawpaws, carefully arranging them. I looked resentfully at the pawpaws and then at the sun as I chewed on a stick of pawpaw. It was going to be a really long day. Balancing the tray on my well cushioned head, I set out. And after a few hours of walking in the cursed sun, selling pawpaws to willing customers, fighting off the ones who simply wanted to ogle, engaging in playful banters with the old men who seemed confined to their radio sets and getting free bean cake balls from some traders, The weather began to change in my favour. I smiled to myself as the sun began to feel drowsy and retreat into the comfort of the darkening clouds. I started to walk with the surety of an overworked woman who knew rest was around the corner. And then it began. Gleaming silver gems from the sky slowly descended. I waited patiently to be adequately showered by my diamond droplets before I jumped on a bus going home. I alighted a few minutes from home so I could trudge in the mud before I reached my house. My mother’s sympathy isn’t easily gotten but when it was, it overwhelmed. And that. Was the goal. The rained seemed to get heavier with each step I took and my smile, broader. I wiped the smile off my face as my mother opened the door. There I was, a pitiable sight. I was rewarded with a sympathetic look as she grabbed the tray of pawpaws from my hands and wrapped me in a huge cloth. She banished me to my room not before a promise of a hot bath. And well I did what I knew how to do best, I fell asleep as soon as I hit the bed with one last thought. It wasn’t such a long day afterwards. Until, I heard my mother scream from down the hallway. “The sun is out! Wake up” Source: http://coolstory.ng/coolZone/meant-for-better-plain-lazy/ |
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Hippos |
It adds nothing to her practise of the law. She was not wearing a hijab in law school, all of a sudden she arrived at the call to bar ceremony, and decided to drape herself in a hijab? Isn't that hypocrisy? 