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where is the location of the car pls? can it go for 500k?

I still saw this yest and was like SERIOUSLY!!!

WHEN A CHILD IS CONVULSING...PLS DO NOT BURN THE FEET..

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1. HE BELIEVES FAIRIES PICK UP
HIS DIRTY SOCKS
Some men – not all of them – have
no idea how the laundry gets done.
They throw their dirty clothes in
the hamper or on the floor and
miraculously everything ends up
clean and neatly folded and
organized in their drawers and
closet. Little does he know that you
are the laundry fairy. Next time,
ask him to fold the clothes, so he
realizes that these things don’t just
happen.
2. HE CAN’T SLEEP UNLESS YOU
COME TO BED
Sure, most men play the macho
part in front of their friends. But
many married men have lost the
ability to sleep without having their
spouse next to them. Your spouse
might toss and turn while you’re in
the kitchen finishing up the dishes
or at the computer catching up on
work. He may even close his eyes
and pretend to sleep. Still, he’ll
pull you close to him when you
finally climb into bed and he won’t
start snoring until you are snugly
in his arms or at least lying within
reach.
3. HE HAS NO IDEA WHEN TO
CELEBRATE HIS OWN MOM’S
BIRTHDAY
Single men rarely remember
anyone’s birthday or any special
occasions, unless their mother, or
nowadays Facebook, reminds them.
Usually, women are the ones who
keep up these traditions and
remind the men to give a card, call
a friend, or buy a gift. When
women don’t give them this hand,
men forget. How many husbands
forget their wife’s birthday? In
fact, I think if women ceased to
exist, most men would never
celebrate anything and gifts would
become obsolete. Without you, he
would never remember his mom’s
birthday. That could be a
catastrophe.
4. HE SHOWERS YOU WITH HUGS
AND KISSES
Everyone knows most men crave
sex, and many believe they need it
to survive. Few, however, admit to
needing affection. If your man is
constantly showering you with hugs
and kisses, and he likes to hold
hands and cuddle – when no one
else is around, of course – then he
probably can’t stand the thought of
being without you. These signs of
affection are about comfort and
love and not sex. That’s pretty
special.
5. HE DOESN’T KNOW WHERE
ANYTHING IS IN THE HOUSE
You know the saying, “If his brain
weren’t attached to his head, he
would not know where to find it.”
This is your husband. He has no
idea where anything is, even if it’s
staring him in the face. Children
tend to have this problem, too. But
wives and mommies never do. They
can tell you exactly where in the
back of the closet you will find the
feather duster that you haven’t
used in four years and five months.
They will know it’s been that long,
too. Without you, hubby wouldn’t
be able to find his own feet, let
alone the keys to the car or
important documents and the like.
6. HE TELLS YOU
Men might not be able to function
without a good woman by their
side, but they are not dumb. They
know a good thing when they have
it. That’s why your husband is
constantly telling you that he loves
you and that he would be lost
without you. Although words alone
are never enough, they are an
important part of your
relationship. We all need to be
needed. In reality, your husband
could fend for himself if he had to.
But you sure make his life easier,
and he knows it.

#copied#

NOTHING!!!

This story was recounted by Prof.
Khalid Al-Jubeir, consulting
cardiovascular surgeon, in one of
his lectures: Once I operated on a
two and a half year old child. It
was Tuesday, and on Wednesday
the child was in good health. On
Thursday at 11:15 am – and I’ll
never forget the time because of
the shock I experienced – one of
the nurses informed me that the
heart and breathing of the child
had stopped. I hurried to the child
and performed cardiac massage for
45 minutes and during that entire
time the heart would not work.
Then, ALLAH decreed for the heart
to resume function and we thanked
HIM. I went to inform the child’s
family about his condition. As you
know, it is very difficult to inform
the patient’s family about his
condition when it’s bad. This is one
of the most difficult situations a
doctor is subjected to but it is
necessary. So I looked for the
child’s father whom I couldn’t find.
Then I found his mother. I told her
that the child’s cardiac arrest was
due to bleeding in his throat; we
don’t know the cause of this
bleeding and fear that his brain is
dead. So how do you think she
responded? Did she cry? Did she
blame me? No, nothing of the sort.
Instead, she said
“Alhamdulillah” (All Praise is due to
ALLAH) and left me. After 10 days,
the child started moving. We
thanked ALLAH and were happy
that his brain condition was
reasonable. After 12 days, the
heart stopped again because of the
same bleeding. We performed
another cardiac massage for 45
minutes but this time his heart
didn’t respond. I told his mother
that there was no hope. So she
said: “Alhamdulillah. O ALLAH, if
there is good in his recovery, then
cure him, O my Lord.” With the
grace of ALLAH, his heart started
functioning again. He suffered six
similar cardiac arrests till a trachea
specialist was able to stop the
bleeding and the heart started
working properly. Now, three and a
half months had passed and the
child was recovering but did not
move. Then just as he started
moving, he was afflicted with a
very large and strange pus-filled
abscess in his head, the likes of
which I had never seen. I informed
his mother of the serious
development. She said
“Alhamdulillah” and left me. We
immediately turned him over to the
surgical unit that deals with the
brain and nervous system and they
took over his treatment. Three
weeks later, the boy recovered
from this abscess but was still not
moving. Two weeks pass and he
suffers from a strange blood
poisoning and his temperature
reaches 41.2°C (106°F). I again
informed his mother of the serious
development and she said with
patience and certainty:
“Alhamdulillah. O ALLAH, if there is
good in his recovery, then cure
him.” After seeing his mother who
was with her child at Bed#5, I
went to see another child at Bed#
6. I found that child’s mother
crying and screaming, “Doctor!
Doctor! Do something! The boy’s
temperature reached 37.6°C
(99.68°F)! He’s going to die! He’s
going to die!” I said with surprise,
“Look at the mother of that child in
Bed#5. Her child’s fever is over
41°C (106°F), yet she is patient
and praises ALLAH.” So she replied:
“That woman isn’t conscious and
has no senses”. At that point, I
remembered the great Hadith of
the Prophet (Sallallaahu Alaihi Wa
Sallam): “Blessed are the
strangers.” Just two words… but
indeed two words that shake a
nation! In 23 years of hospital
service, I have never seen the likes
of this patient sister. We continued
to care for him. Now, six and a
half months have passed and the
boy finally came out of the
recovery unit – not talking, not
seeing, not hearing, not moving,
not smiling, and with an open chest
in which you can see his beating
heart. The mother changed the
dressing regularly and remained
patient and hopeful. Do you know
what happened after that? Before I
inform you, what do you think are
the prospects of a child who has
passed through all these dangers,
agonies, and diseases? And what do
you expect this patient mother to
do whose child is at the brink of
the grave and who is unable to do
anything except supplicate and
beseech ALLAH? Do you know what
happened two and a half months
later? The boy was completely
cured by the mercy of ALLAH and
as a reward for this pious mother.
He now races his mother with his
feet as if nothing happened and he
became sound and healthy as he
was before. The story doesn’t end
here. This is not what moved me
and brought tears to my eyes.
What filled my eyes with tears is
what follows: One and a half years
after the child left the hospital,
one of the brothers from the
Operations Unit informed me that
a man, his wife and two children
wanted to see me. I asked who they
were and he replied that he didn’t
know them. So I went to see them,
and I found the parents of the
same child whom I operated upon.
He was now five years old and like
a flower in good health – as if
nothing happened to him. With
them also was a four-month old
newborn. I welcomed them kindly
and then jokingly asked the father
whether the newborn was the 13th
or 14th child. He looked at me
with an astonishing smile as if he
pitied me. He then said, “This is
the second child, and the child
upon whom you operated is our
first born, bestowed upon us after
17 years of infertility. And after
being granted that child, he was
afflicted with the conditions that
you’ve seen.” At hearing this, I
couldn’t control myself and my
eyes filled with tears. I then
involuntarily grabbed the man by
the arm, and pulling him to my
room, asked him about his wife:
“Who is this wife of yours who
after 17 years of infertility has this
much patience with all the fatal
conditions that afflict her first
born?! Her heart cannot be barren!
It must be fertile with Imaan!”Do
you know what he said? Listen
carefully my dear brothers and
sisters. He said, “I was married to
this woman for 19 years and for all
these years she has never missed
the [late] night prayers except due
to an authorized excuse. I have
never witnessed her backbiting,
gossiping, or lying. Whenever I
leave home or return, she opens
the door, supplicates for me, and
receives me hospitably. And in
everything she does, she
demonstrates the utmost love,
care, courtesy, and compassion.”
The man completed by saying,
“Indeed, doctor, because of all the
noble manners and affection with
which she treats me, I’m shy to lift
up my eyes and look at her. So I
said to him: “And the likes of her
truly deserve that from you.” The
End… ALLAH says: And We will
surely test you with something of
fear and hunger and a loss of
wealth and lives and fruits, but give
good tidings to the patient; Who,
when calamity strikes them, say,
“Indeed we belong to ALLAH, and
indeed to HIM we will return.”
Those are the ones upon whom are
blessings from their Lord and
mercy. And it is those who are the
[rightly] guided. (Surah Al-Baqarah
155-157) Umm Salamah (the wife
of the Prophet) said: I heard the
Messenger of ALLAH (Sallallaahu
Alaihi Wa Sallam) saying: “There is
no Muslim who is stricken by a
calamity and says what ALLAH has
commanded him – ‘Indeed we
belong to ALLAH, and indeed to
Him we will return; O ALLAH,
reward me for my affliction and
compensate me with that which is
better’ – except that ALLAH will
grant him something better in
exchange.” When Abu Salamah [her
former husband] passed away, I
said to myself: “What Muslim is
better than Abu Salamah?” I then
said the words, and ALLAH gave me
the Messenger of ALLAH
(Sallallaahu Alaihi Wa Sallam) in
exchange. (Sahih Muslim)

anitank: This isn't bad at all.........but considering the weather condition in this part of the world, u might die of suffocation before the end of ur wedding

Hope u know am kidding tho

lolz...considering d fact dat i wear hijab on a daily basis with our weather n i hvnt suffocated...dat outfit shudnt be a prob... moreova d wedn venue could be fully air conditioned for d purpose

something very decent

Hv always wanted to be a Medical Doctor as a kid. I am one now...Alhamdulilah.

> Iyaniwura nur&pry school Ilupeju Lagos. kg -pry 3
>Phebean nur&pry school Ojota Lagos. pry 4-6
>FGC IKirun Osun State. JSS1
>FGGC Sagamu Ogun state JSS2-SS3
>Ahfad University Omdurman, Khartoum, Sudan.

Wow! This is a MUST read story
guys! Came across this piece online
and not sure who wrote it, but it’s
a great story with a solid lesson to
teach and a reminder to every
woman. Please continue reading
and don’t forget to
share…..someone out there might
need this!
“Biyi hasn’t worked for that long?”
Dayo’s voice drips with resentment.
“For real?” “He’s been trying,” I say
in feeble attempt to defend my
husband. “You know how the
economy is.”
…My husband and I had vowed
never to bring in a third party into
our relationship but with a bank
account screaming for revival, I
need to share my burden with
someone else. I grip the phone.
Dayo is unusually quiet. “You still
there?” I ask. “Hello?” “I am here,”
she says. “I just didn’t know things
were this bad. And all this while, I
thought Biyi was providing for the
home.” But he is, I argue silently.
Well, maybe not financially for
now, but in every way else, Biyi is
a rock. “It’s not that bad.” My
words sound frail. Dayo clucks her
tongue. “You might as well be a
widow.”
The words hit me like a fist. “Na
you I blame,” she continues,
oblivious to the damage her words
have caused.
“Me? Why?” She is blaming me for
this? Seriously?
“Why do you keep paying the bills?”
“Because there is no one else to do
it,” I protest, upset.
“For real? He drives your car too?”
“He needs it,” I mutter. “To attend
job interviews and stuff. He gets
back late sometimes.”
“How late are you talking?
“Nine, ten…ish.”
Dayo pauses for a second. “I hate
to say this gurl, but your husband
spending your money on another
woman.” Whoa! Hang on. Where
did that come from? “Haba, Dayo.
Biyi would never—” “Look, I know
men,” she slices in. “You are his
moneybag and he will take you for
a ride as long as it takes. Where is
your dignity, gurl?” Ride. Dignity.
Moneybag. Ouch. “But he’s a good
guy,” I manage. Can my husband be
using me? It had never crossed my
mind in the past, but I now wonder
if Biyi is actually having an affair.
“I trust my wonderful Dennis…,”
Dayo is saying. I barely listen. My
eyes are on the clock. It’s almost
midnight and Biyi isn’t home. I
force myself to hear what Dayo is
saying about Dennis Ono, her
multimillionaire-oil- company-
golden-husband. Gosh I envy her
life, her perfect marriage. “My
marriage is wonderful,” Dayo says,
as if in affirmation to my
undeclared words. “But only
because I show Dennis who the
boss is. He cannot try nonsense
with me. Abi, you think it’s easy to
get ten thousand pounds a month
as pocket money?” She really gets
ten grand a month? That’s like, my
entire annual salary in my crappy
job plus bonuses. Life is unfair.
Honestly. “I am Biyi’s wife,” I say.
“I cannot just desert him.” Or can
I? At this rate… “In that case,”
there is an edge to her voice now,
“give him an ultimatum. He gets a
job in two weeks or you are out of
that marriage.”
“I—”
“Look, I know his type,” she says
with conviction. “He conveniently
won’t get a job as long as you keep
dishing out your money.”
“But—”
“Starve him,” she adds. “No sex.
Make life hell. You are not an ATM
machine.”
Keys jangle in the hallway. Biyi is
home. “Talk later,” I say to Dayo.
“He’s back.” “Stand your ground,”
Dayo whispers menacingly.
“Ultimatum. Two weeks.” I hang up
with a sigh. My husband is leaning
against the door frame. For a
second my heart falters. He looks
tired, drawn. But Dayo’s words
punctuate my compassion. “Where
have you been?” Biyi gives me a
side smile. “No hug?” I jerk my
head at the wall clock.” Its
midnight.” “I had a job interview in
Birmingham,” he says. “I called you
tell you I was stuck in traffic but I
kept getting your voicemail. What’s
wrong?” I cock my head. Is that a
whiff of female perfume? It is.
Dayo is right. He has been with
another woman. With my car.
Spending my money. My head
spins. “Biyi,” I glare at him, “Where
are you coming from?” He steps
back, surprised. “I went to
Birmingham—”
“Did you get it?” I screech. “The
job?”
Biyi shakes his head. “I didn’t—”
This is the last straw. I wrench my
hand out. “My car keys.”
He gives me a hard level stare.
“What is wrong with you, Toni? Did
I offend you?”
“Pass my keys!”
He thrusts the car keys to into my
palm. I push past him, grab my
duffel bag and stuff my overnight
things into it. I know I am acting
crazy but I have to show him that I
would not be taken for a ride. That
I am not a moneybag. That I have
dignity. I zip the bag up and spin
around. My husband is staring at
me. “Is everything all right with
you, sweetheart?”
“Get out of my way.”
“Where are you going with that
bag?”
“I need to clear my head.” I am
still yelling.
“Can we talk first?” Biyi suggests.
“I don’t want to talk. Get out of my
way.”
He moves out of my path. I swipe
a hand across my face, smearing
my cheeks with mascara. “Don’t
look for me. I will be back when
my head clears.” I rush out of the
house, jump into my car. My rage
doubles as the feminine scent
permeates the car. He has been
with a woman in my car. I feel like
an idiot.
* * *
I pull up in front of Dayo’s
mansion. Her husband’s Porsche is
in the driveway, and the porch
lights illuminate my dreary form as
I reach the door. I ball my fists to
knock, but a scream freezes the
motion.
“Kill me!” I hear Dayo scream.
“Good for nothing idiot. Womaniser
of the century!” Whoa.
Momentarily, I am unable to move.
My hand hovers in the air. Dull
thuds, muffled screams. Dennis
curses. “I warned you never to
serve me stew that is not freshly
cooked!” “Am I your slave?” Dayo
yells back. “If you want fresh stew,
get your PA to cook it for you. Or
you think I don’t know about her?
You think…”
Dayo’s words are silenced by
another thump. My hands fall to
my side as a flurry of blows stifle
her cries. I want call the police, do
something…anything. But I cannot
move. And so I shut my eyes tight
and listen as my friend is
pummelled by her husband. The
beating stops. I should dash to my
car, but something holds me back.
“I am sorry I got you upset
darling,” Dayo finally says. Her
voice is laced with pain. “It is my
fault. I should have cooked for
you. I…Toni wouldn’t let me get off
the phone…its her fault.”
“Next time you talk to me like that,
I will tattoo a punch on your
forehead,” Dennis growls. “Get into
the kitchen and make me fresh
stew. And do something about that
leech you call a friend.”
That is enough for me. I sprint
back to my car and drive home.
* * *
A knock sounds on the window.
Biyi. I wind down and he gives me
a smile. “Head clear now?” he asks.
“Leave me alone,” I mutter. Dayo’s
wonderful Denis beats her up? And
she never mentioned?
“I will leave you alone in two
seconds,” Biyi says. There is a
twinkle in his eyes. “But first, get
out of the car.” I oblige,
grudgingly. “What?” He reaches
under the car seat and pulls out a
small basket. “I didn’t come home
straight from the interview. I
stopped over at the Perfume shop
to get you this.” He hands the
basket over. Inside is a range of
exotic feminine perfumes and a
small card. I pull the card open,
read the words: “Thank you for
your support during the hardest
times of my life! I love you.”
“That’s why I was late,” he explains
as he pulls me into a warm
embrace. “You have been so good
to me, Toni. I couldn’t have asked
for a better wife.” I can’t reply. My
throat is lumpy.
“When you left the house to clear
your head, I got a call back from
the recruiter,” he says with a beam.
“God answers prayers, babe. I got
the job. It’s a package you won’t
believe. Let’s go in. I’ll tuck you
into bed and you can tell me what’s
bothering you?”
* * *
I awaken to a text message from
Dayo. “Denis is flying me to
Seychelles this weekend. This is
what you get when you stand your
ground. You have to be a no
nonsense gurl! Don’t you just love
my life? Ciao sweetheart Bleep.”
I type a quick response back: “Ciao!
and i deleted her number right
away.
Now, this is one story every woman
should read. The grass is never
greener on the other side, best
believe that. No matter how good a
friend’s marriage it, NEVER EVER
compare with yours. It’s DEADLY
and could cost you so much!
by Abimbola Dare


http://www.nigerianwedding.org/nigerian-wedding-love-relationships-never-ever-talk-bad-of-your-husband-to-anyone-learn/

Theemperor: I am not a big fan of Pastors, but in this case, this is just an unserious adult who puts his frustration on the Pastor.The guy is 42years old (not 40) and he is very unserious with his life. He dropped out of Delta State University where he was studying music.He lacks total discipline and even the bulk of his family members do not take him serious.he is not married and do not make any significant value to family issues.
On this particular case, he is just being ungrateful.I know that Chris Okotie did lot for this young man. Okiotor has quarrelled with everybody. Ask him why his rich brother(Abel) did not help him.He picked up a quarrel with his brother on a similar issue, and it took family to call him to caution,He also had quarrels with his brother,s wife Ote, cos he expected so much from them.His mates have all surpassed him, now he is frustrated.
I do not attend ChrisOkotie,s church neither do i live in lagos, but i can tell you i know this guy from his days at Ughelli.
Tell me, who works for 14 years without pay? Lets think about that for a min. this guy is a complete joke, who is looking for who to put his failure on.He goes by the name DAFPH DAF on facebook.If you go to his wall, you can find a tread of how childish , disrespectful and immature he is.
Even Atiku went back to apologise to Obasanjo, not to mention of this case.

I VISITED HIS WALL...THERES REALLY NOTHING CHILDISH ABOUT IT... MORE OF A MAN FED UP WITH THE TYRANNY OF HIS PASTOR AND DETERMINED TO SEEK JUSTICE BY ALL MEANS... and btw he sounds very intelligent to me... my thoughts anyways....

last week...after my exams...though d result is out now and am full of smiles

6hrs...

@op.. thnx for creatn dis thread. Hv bn wanting to ask a particular question for a wyl now.
What is the essence of all the safety lessons in case of an emergency if it wont be put into use when the time comes? unlyk a car accident which happens within a twinkle of an eye with usually no tym to think, the pilots are usually aware of an impending air crash mins b4 it eventually occurs (correct me if am wrong) atleast i read some excerpts from recorded conversations btw pilots just before the crash on the internet. and i kp asking myself why dint dey open all d emergency exits and hv pple jump down before d plane eventually crashed. D recording from d illfated Dana airline for instance showed d pilots were aware of dual engine failure n were planning on crashlandn at the MMA just before d plane crashed killing everyone aboard( may deir souls RIP)..why dint dey just open d emergency exits and let people jump down with their parachutes ?...
or why put them there or bother with lessons on how to use them or even how to open d emergency exits in the 1st place if dey wud all be useless wen needed.

NOPE! I cannot be a 2nd wife.
I havnt seen any problem free polygamous home my entire life to entice me into wanting to be a part of one.

We all want to give our children beautiful names but before doing so lets take a look at the Islamic guidelines on naming children.

Praise be to Allaah. No doubt the matter of giving names is one of the most important issues in people’s lives, because a person’s name is a title which says something about him, and is essential for communicating with him. It is an adornment and symbol for the person, by which he is called in this world and in the Hereafter. It is indicative of the religion to which he belongs, and makes him feel that he is one of the followers of that religion. It gives an impression of him to other people, and in their view it is like a garment – if it is too long or too short, it does not look right. The basic principle concerning names is that they are permissible, but there are some matters which are prohibited according to sharee’ah and
should be avoided when choosing names. These include the following: -

Enslavement to or worship of anything other than Allaah, including Prophets and angels. It is not permissible to be enslaved to or to worship anyone or anything other than Allaah at all. Among the names which express
enslavement to or worship of anything other than Allaah are ‘Abd al-Rasool
(“slave of the Messenger”), ‘Abd al-Nabi (“slave of the Prophet”) and ‘Abd al-Ameer (slave of the prince) and
other names which imply worship of or submission to anything other than Allaah. The person who has a name
like this must change it. The great Sahaabi ‘Abd al-Rahmaan ibn ‘Awf
(may Allaah be pleased with him) said: My name was ‘Abd ‘Amr – or according
to one report, ‘Abd al-Ka’bah and when I became Muslim, the Messenger of Allaah (peace and blessings of Allaah
be upon him) called me ‘Abd al-Rahmaan. (Narrated by al-Haakim, 3/306. Al-Dhahabi agreed with him) -

Names of Allaah which are befitting only for Him, may He be glorified, such as al-Khaaliq (the Creator), al-Raaziq (the Provider), al-Rabb (the Lord), al-Rahmaan (the Most Merciful), etc.,
which are names that befit only Allaah;

Names which describe attributes which are true only of Allaah, such as Malik al-Mulook (King of kings), al-Qaahir (the Subduer), etc. It is haraam to call people by these names, and they must
be changed. Allaah says (interpretation of the meaning): “Do you know of any who is similar to Him?” [Maryam 19:65]. -

Names that belong exclusively to the kuffaar and are not used by
anyone else, such as ‘Abd al-Maseeh (“slave of the Messiah”), Butrous
(Peter), Jurjus (George), and other names which denote religions of kufr. -

Names of idols and false gods which are worshipped instead of Allaah, such
as naming someone after a devil and so on. It is not permissible to call people after the names referred to
above; indeed, doing so is haraam and anyone who has such a name is obliged to change it. -

It is makrooh (disliked) to use names which have off-putting meanings, either because the
meaning is ugly or because it will provoke others to make fun of the person. Such names also go against
the teaching of the Prophet (peace and blessings of Allaah be upon him), who
commanded us to give beautiful names. Examples of such (objectionable) names include Harb (“war”), Rashaash (sprinkles or drizzle), and Hiyaam – which is the name of a disease suffered by camels – and other names which have ugly or unpleasant meanings.

It is makrooh to use names which have alluring or
provocative meanings. This happens a lot when it comes to naming girls, where some names are given which
have sexual or provocative meanings. -

It is makrooh to deliberately name someone after immoral people such as singers and actors/actresses, etc. If
they have good names, it is
permissible to use those names, but it must be because of the meaning of
the name and not because of the desire to imitate those people.

It is makrooh to give names which have meanings that refer to sin, such as Saariq (“thief”) or Zaalim (“wrongdoer”); or to give the names of Pharaohs or sinners, such as Fir’awn
(Pharaoh), Haamaan (the name of Pharaoh’s minister) and Qaaroon. -

It is makrooh to use the names of animals which are well-known for their
undesirable characteristics, such as al-Himaar (donkey), al-Kalb (dog), al-Qird (monkey), etc. -

It is makrooh to use
any name which is added to the words “al-Deen” or “al-Islam” (i.e., names which appear in idaafah – genitive
construction – with these words), such as Noor al-Deen (“light of the religion”), Shams al-Deen (“sun of the religion”), Noor al-Islam (“light of Islam”), Shams al-Islam (“sun of
Islam”), etc., because these names give a person more than he deserves. The
scholars of the Salaf disliked being given nicknames of this sort. Imaam al-Nawawi (may Allaah have mercy on
him) disliked his nickname of Muhiy al-Deen (“reviver of the religion”); Shaykh
al-Islam Ibn Taymiyah (may Allaah have mercy on him) also disliked his nickname of Taqiy al-Deen (“piety of
the religion”), and he used to say, “But my family gave me this nickname and it
became well-known.” -

It is makrooh to add any word to the name of Allaah
except the word ‘Abd (slave), as in ‘Abd-Allaah (Abdullah). Example of this include Hasab-Allaah, Rahmat-Allaah
(the mercy of Allaah), etc. It is similarly makrooh to add words to the word al-
Rasool (the Messenger). - It is
makrooh to use the names of angels, or to call people after the names of soorahs in the Qur’aan, such as Ta-Ha,
Yaa-Seen, etc. These names are al- Huroof al-Muqatta’ah (letters which appear at the beginning of some soorahs; their meaning is known only
to Allaah – Translator), they are not names of the Prophet (peace and blessings of Allaah be upon him).
SeeTuhfat al-Mawdood by Ibn al-Qayyim (may Allaah have mercy on him), p109.

These names are makrooh, and it is makrooh to give them to anyone. But if a person has been given such a
name by his family, and he is grown up and it is difficult for him to change it, he does not have to do so.

There are five categories of good names:

The first (best) category are the names ‘Abd-Allaah and ‘Abd al-Rahmaan. It was reported that the Prophet (peace and
blessings of Allaah be upon him) said:
“The most beloved of names to Allaah are ‘Abd-Allaah and ‘Abd al-Rahmaan.” (Narrated by Muslim in his Saheeh, 1398).

The second category include
all the names which express
enslavement to and worship of Allaah, such as ‘Abd al-Azeez, ‘Abd al-Raheem,
‘Abd al-Malik, ‘Abd al-Ilaah, ‘Abd al-Salaam, etc.

The third category are
names of Prophets and Messengers – may the peace and blessings of Allaah
be upon them. Undoubtedly the best and greatest of them is our Prophet Muhammad (peace and blessings of
Allaah be upon him); the name Ahmad is also one of his names. Next come
the names of the “Messengers of strong will” [cf. Al-Ahqaaf 46:35],
namely Ibrahim, Musa, ‘Eesa and Nuh (may the peace and blessings of Allaah be upon them), then the rest of
the Prophets - may the peace and blessings of Allaah be upon them.

The fourth category are the names of righteous slaves of Allaah, above all the
companions of our noble Prophet. It is mustahabb to use their names, following their example and hoping to
reach a higher status.

The fifth category is any other good name which has a proper and pleasant meaning.

It is good to pay attention to a number of matters when giving names to our children, including the following:
1.Recognizing the fact that this name will stay with the person for his entire
lifetime, and it could cause some embarrassment or problems for him which in turn could make him feel
badly towards his father, mother or whoever gave him this name.
2. When looking at names in order to choose one, we should look at it from a
number of angles. We should look at the name itself, and also think of how it will sound when this person is a child,
a youth, an adult, an old man and a father, and how it will suit his father to be called “Abu” (Father of) So and so,
and how it will suit his son to be called Son and so son of So and so, etc.
3.Choosing the name is the right of the father, because he is the one after whom the child will be named (son of,
or daughter of…). But it is mustahabb for the father to involve the mother in
the decision and to ask for her opinion as to whether she thinks the name is good, so that she will feel happy.
4.The child must be named after his father even if the father is deceased or
divorced, etc., even if he does not take care of the child or see him at all. It is
utterly haraam to name a child after anyone other than his father, except in one case, which is when the child is
born as the result of adultery (Allaah forbid). In this case the child should be named after his mother and it is not
permissible to name him after his father.

Islam Q&A
Sheikh Muhammed Salih Al-Munajjid

400 guests get formally invited...
1000 guests wedding planned for...

assuming all the 400 people who got invited brought one person along(d norm in 9ja) and the extra 200 to cater for party crashers alias 'mo gbo mo branch' cos with the advent of fb...u really cant exclude dem.

I blv this would fall sumwhere not too far frm low key

It's more of a Nigerian thing.. we have been programmed to 'worship' our leaders to the extent they now see themselves as 'superior beings' that cant mingle with their subordinates. there may be a few exceptions though just as the op pointed out. Right from primary school...I cant remember having any cordial relationship with my headmaster. My principal in high school was so feared by both teachers and students alike that you could pee in your pants if she happened to pass by... whereas in my school now, the V.C is friendly to all students. Am sure most students if not all have his mobile number...and I have called him a couple of times on it to make some enquiries especially when am lazy to walk down to his office... I also remember visiting a governor's house while on a trip to another state with my friends... I doubt if I can try that in Nigeria... Even in our respective homes how many people have a cordial relationship with their gate men or maids? Not to talk of inviting them to eat with us in the dinning room for instance..Anyways like I said earlier we have been programmed to asume Lordship over anyone below us and to revere those above us and breaking this 'jinx' is seen either as 'weakness' on the part of the leader or 'insolence' on the part of the subordinate. So very little can be done to reverse dat...

heed101: tell me the antibiotics u used abeg. I am experiencing the same issue here all in the name of love.

go see a Dr...might not be d same causative organism... different medications work for different microbes...and btw antibiotics arent used in treatn candidiasis..antifungals are...

I rarely get past the front page

Is his hair nicely styled? Is he the perfect height? Are his dimples so cute when he smiles? Is her makeup just right? Does her body have the perfect curves? Do her feet arch perfectly in those killer high heels? This is packaging, it’s irrelevant.
American, Pakistani, Arab,
African, black, white, this is a
veneer. These qualities are
insignificant by any true, spiritual standard. When you’re feeling ill and are curled up in bed, it’s not
an African or American who holds your hand and tells you that it will be okay, who takes your temperature and cools your forehead with a towel, who makes you chicken soup with lemon… it’s a human being, a husband or wife who loves you.
We must get beyond superficial
and meaningless classifications
like race and nationality. In one
of the most powerful
condemnations of tribalism that
I have ever read, the Prophet
Muhammad (sws) said, in a
hadith narrated by At-Tirmidhi
and Abu Dawud,
“There are people who boast of their dead ancestors; but they are more contemptible in the sight of Allah than the black beetle that rolls dung with its nose. Behold, Allah has removed from you the arrogance of the time of Jahiliyyah (Ignorance)
with its boasting of ancestral
glories. Man is but a God-fearing believer or a miserable sinner. All
people are the children of Adam, and Adam was made from dust.”
And about the impulse to
nationalism and racism in
general, he said, “Leave it, it is
rotten.” (Agreed upon).

Alright, how about this: That guy wanting to court you, is his Armani suit cut just right? Are his shoes sleek and stylish? That woman who caught your eye, does her dress drape elegantly on her figure? You know what? That Armani suit can’t stand on its own. It needs a hangar to stay upright. That elegant dress can’t raise your children right. We must learn to look beyond appearances. I’m not saying that appearance is irrelevant, but how much of our attraction is based on true human beauty,
and how much is based on
distorted standards and
poisonous imagery pumped into our brains by TV, movies, and advertising? In other words, to what degree have we been brainwashed?
The world of advertising teaches us to focus on the wrong things. Consultants are paid millions to
design the perfect package for a box of cereal or an energy drink, just the right shape and bright color to catch your eye and
entice you to open your wallet. Meanwhile, the product – likely or not – is actually bad for you,
consisting of sugar, salt,
chemicals and dyes. These
advertisers are teaching us to
make choices based on
packaging and image.
What they are teaching us is
entirely ruinous and wrong.
Human beings are not consumer
products. We’re not disposable. When you marry someone you’re in it for the long haul. You’re with them when they wake up in
the morning with crust in their
eyes and hair pressed to one
side of the their head; when they get laid off from work because the company is “downsizing”, and you don’t know how the bills will get paid next month;
when they’re depressed, tired,
sick; when they make mistakes,
when they say and do the wrong
things, when they lose their
temper, when they’re afraid or
insecure…
This is as serious as it gets. This is life, and a shiny but empty package won’t get you through it, won’t help on you the path, won’t hold you up when you’re weak, or make you laugh when
you’re down. The package can’t do that. Remember that when you buy something, the package ends up in the trash. If you choose someone for the package only, you may be bitterly disappointed when the storm
comes and no one is there to
shelter you, or to hold.
These are lessons learned
through heartache and
disappointment.
Look deeper. Find a gentle and
honest heart, a strong backbone,
a striving spirit. Look to what the
person does, how they live, how
they treat people, how they
relate to the Almighty. Look to
that shimmering soul inside, and
discern whether it’s a selfish and bitter soul, or loving and true.

Look beyond the packaging to
the core, and trust your God-
given instincts, and you’ll find
yourself a rare happiness, a
precious partnership, or a true friend.
The most beautiful, powerful
things in the world don’t come
in disposable packages.
Mountains, trees, ocean, sky,
stars… their true attributes are bared to the world. They don’t need packages because they are stunning and profound in their
essence.
As someone said, beautiful
things are not always good, but
good things are always beautiful.
By basing your life choices on
matters of substance, you’ll avoid
social and financial traps that
ruin so many. You’ll build
friendships as real and solid as
mountains, with people you can
trust with your reputation, your
heart and your life. You’ll do
work that matters, and leave a
legacy that improves people's
lives in unforgettable ways.

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too many bad news in dis country of late

An adulterated book of God.