When you pray what do you do? Do you keep repeating the name of the Imam/God/Mohammed? Or do you think about god? What he is? Who he is? Who am I? Please each person let me know what you do.
Also, Dua, Ginans, Tasbhis, are all these there for us to remind us of God constantly and as a result we will be pure people? And once we are pure we will be able to understand out soul? When we ask God for something isn't it as if he already gave it to us? So let's say didn't God already specify the amount of air I will breathe in my lifetime? I remember Imam Sultan Mohammed Shah stating in the memiors that free will to humans is predestined according to god. So when we ask we were meant to ask?
what is prayer?
Re: what is prayer?
Whenever we Pray to God, Actually We do conversation with God. Prophet Mohamed saidyaali101 wrote:When you pray what do you do? Do you keep repeating the name of the Imam/God/Mohammed? Or do you think about god? What he is? Who he is? Who am I? Please each person let me know what you do.
Also, Dua, Ginans, Tasbhis, are all these there for us to remind us of God constantly and as a result we will be pure people? And once we are pure we will be able to understand out soul? When we ask God for something isn't it as if he already gave it to us? So let's say didn't God already specify the amount of air I will breathe in my lifetime? I remember Imam Sultan Mohammed Shah stating in the memiors that free will to humans is predestined according to god. So when we ask we were meant to ask?
As Dua/Salat/Namaz is Concerned... it help us to keep away from sins.. and help build our faith stronger.. Dua/salat/namaz in my opinion is just like protecting shield which keeps away us from sins and keep our faith stronger, if we don't protect urself daily we can be attack by shaitan.Allah ko Is tara Yaad karo goya ap usay dekh rahay ho, agar ap usay nahi dekh sakhtay tu jaan lo k wo ap ko dekhta hai
As tasibhi is concerned, in my opinion Tasbihi has various type such as MUSKIL ASAAN or SHUKARANA etc
And in Ibadat, we try to concentrate on the BOL or any name of ALLAH. and try to enter into the spritual world thru deep concentration.
plz correct me if i m wrong ... these are only my PERSONAL Opinions
P.S
any one has a translation of that Hadis in english which i have quoted above ??
A man's daughter had asked the local minister to come and pray with her father.
When the minister arrived, he found the man lying in bed with his head propped up on two pillows. An empty chair sat beside his bed. The minister assumed that the old fellow had been informed of his visit.
"I guess you were expecting me, he said.
'No, who are you?" said the father.
The minister told him his name and then remarked, "I saw the empty chair and I figured you knew I was going to show up,"
"Oh yeah, the chair," said the bedridden man. "Would you mind closing the door?"
Puzzled, the minister shut the door.
"I have never told anyone this, not even my daughter," said the man.
"But all of my life I have never known how to pray. At church I used to hear the pastor talk about prayer, but it went right over my head." I abandoned any attempt at prayer," the old man continued, "until one day four years ago, my best friend said to me, "Johnny, prayer is just a simple matter of having a conversation with God. Here is what I suggest."
"Sit down in a chair; place an empty chair in front of you, and in faith see God on the chair. It's not spooky because He promised, 'I will be with you always'. "Then just speak to Him in the same way you're doing with me right now."
"So, I tried it and I've liked it so much that I do it a couple of hours every day. I'm careful though If my daughter saw me talking to an empty chair, she'd either have a nervous breakdown or send me off to the funny farm."
The minister was deeply moved by the story and encouraged the old man to continue on the journey Then he prayed with him, anointed him with oil, and returned to the church.
Two nights later the daughter called to tell the minister that her daddy had died that afternoon.
Did he die in peace?" he asked.
Yes, when I left the house about two o'clock, he called me over to his bedside, told me he loved me and kissed me on the cheek.
When I got back from the store an hour later, I found him . But there was something strange about his . Apparently, just before Daddy died, he leaned over and rested his head on the chair beside the bed.
What do you make of that?"
The minister wiped a tear from his eye and said, "I wish we could all go like that."
***********************
Prayer is one of the best free gifts we receive.
I asked God for water,
*
He gave me an ocean.
*
I asked God for a flower,
*
He gave me a garden.
*
I asked God for a friend,
*
He gave me all of YOU...
If God brings you to it, He will bring you through it.
Happy moments, praise God.
Difficult moments, seek God.
Quiet moments, worship God.
Painful moments, trust God.
Every moment, thank God.
When the minister arrived, he found the man lying in bed with his head propped up on two pillows. An empty chair sat beside his bed. The minister assumed that the old fellow had been informed of his visit.
"I guess you were expecting me, he said.
'No, who are you?" said the father.
The minister told him his name and then remarked, "I saw the empty chair and I figured you knew I was going to show up,"
"Oh yeah, the chair," said the bedridden man. "Would you mind closing the door?"
Puzzled, the minister shut the door.
"I have never told anyone this, not even my daughter," said the man.
"But all of my life I have never known how to pray. At church I used to hear the pastor talk about prayer, but it went right over my head." I abandoned any attempt at prayer," the old man continued, "until one day four years ago, my best friend said to me, "Johnny, prayer is just a simple matter of having a conversation with God. Here is what I suggest."
"Sit down in a chair; place an empty chair in front of you, and in faith see God on the chair. It's not spooky because He promised, 'I will be with you always'. "Then just speak to Him in the same way you're doing with me right now."
"So, I tried it and I've liked it so much that I do it a couple of hours every day. I'm careful though If my daughter saw me talking to an empty chair, she'd either have a nervous breakdown or send me off to the funny farm."
The minister was deeply moved by the story and encouraged the old man to continue on the journey Then he prayed with him, anointed him with oil, and returned to the church.
Two nights later the daughter called to tell the minister that her daddy had died that afternoon.
Did he die in peace?" he asked.
Yes, when I left the house about two o'clock, he called me over to his bedside, told me he loved me and kissed me on the cheek.
When I got back from the store an hour later, I found him . But there was something strange about his . Apparently, just before Daddy died, he leaned over and rested his head on the chair beside the bed.
What do you make of that?"
The minister wiped a tear from his eye and said, "I wish we could all go like that."
***********************
Prayer is one of the best free gifts we receive.
I asked God for water,
*
He gave me an ocean.
*
I asked God for a flower,
*
He gave me a garden.
*
I asked God for a friend,
*
He gave me all of YOU...
If God brings you to it, He will bring you through it.
Happy moments, praise God.
Difficult moments, seek God.
Quiet moments, worship God.
Painful moments, trust God.
Every moment, thank God.
What is Prayer?
YAM to Azamour,
May Gods love bless you many folds, even more than what you think of. You made my day!
May Gods love bless you many folds, even more than what you think of. You made my day!
A voyaging ship was wrecked during a storm at sea and only two of
the men on it were able to swim to a small, desert like island. The
two survivors, not knowing what else to do, agree that they had no
other recourse but to pray to God.
However, to
find out whose prayer was more powerful, they agreed to divide the
territory between them and stay on opposite sides of the island.
The first thing they prayed for was food. The next morning, the
first man saw a fruit-bearing tree on his side of the
land, and he was able to eat its fruit. The other man's parcel of
land remained barren.
After a week, the first man was lonely and he decided to pray for a
wife. The next day, another ship was wrecked, and the only survivor
was a woman who swam to his side of the land. On the other side of
the island, there was nothing.
Soon the first man prayed for a house, clothes, more food. The next
day, like magic, all of these were given to him. However, the
second man still had nothing.
Finally, the first man prayed for a ship, so that he and his wife
could leave the island. In the morning, he found a ship docked at
his side of the island. The first man boarded the ship with his
wife and decided to leave the second man on the island. He
considered the other man unworthy to receive God's blessings, since
none of his prayers had been answered.
As the ship was about to
leave, the first man heard a voice from heaven booming, "Why are
you leaving your companion on the island?"
"My blessings are mine alone, since I was the one who prayed for
them," the first man answered. "His prayers were all unanswered and
so he does not deserve anything."
"You are mistaken!" the voice rebuked him. "He had only one prayer,
which I answered. If not for that, you would not have received any
of my blessings."
"Tell me," the first man asked the voice, "what did he pray for
that I should owe him anything?"
"He prayed that all your prayers be answered."
For all we know, our blessings are not the fruits of our prayers
alone, but those of another praying for us.
This is too good not to share. With obedience come blessings. My
prayer for you today is that all your prayers are answered. Be
blessed.
"What you do for others is more important than what you do for
yourself"
the men on it were able to swim to a small, desert like island. The
two survivors, not knowing what else to do, agree that they had no
other recourse but to pray to God.
However, to
find out whose prayer was more powerful, they agreed to divide the
territory between them and stay on opposite sides of the island.
The first thing they prayed for was food. The next morning, the
first man saw a fruit-bearing tree on his side of the
land, and he was able to eat its fruit. The other man's parcel of
land remained barren.
After a week, the first man was lonely and he decided to pray for a
wife. The next day, another ship was wrecked, and the only survivor
was a woman who swam to his side of the land. On the other side of
the island, there was nothing.
Soon the first man prayed for a house, clothes, more food. The next
day, like magic, all of these were given to him. However, the
second man still had nothing.
Finally, the first man prayed for a ship, so that he and his wife
could leave the island. In the morning, he found a ship docked at
his side of the island. The first man boarded the ship with his
wife and decided to leave the second man on the island. He
considered the other man unworthy to receive God's blessings, since
none of his prayers had been answered.
As the ship was about to
leave, the first man heard a voice from heaven booming, "Why are
you leaving your companion on the island?"
"My blessings are mine alone, since I was the one who prayed for
them," the first man answered. "His prayers were all unanswered and
so he does not deserve anything."
"You are mistaken!" the voice rebuked him. "He had only one prayer,
which I answered. If not for that, you would not have received any
of my blessings."
"Tell me," the first man asked the voice, "what did he pray for
that I should owe him anything?"
"He prayed that all your prayers be answered."
For all we know, our blessings are not the fruits of our prayers
alone, but those of another praying for us.
This is too good not to share. With obedience come blessings. My
prayer for you today is that all your prayers are answered. Be
blessed.
"What you do for others is more important than what you do for
yourself"
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What is Prayer?
Hi,
There are basically in a broad sense speaking two type or forms of Prayer.
Type 1
IBADAT
Ibadat means conectrating.Repeating name of Ya ALI,Ya ALLAH or you BOL.This is what we are supposed to do whenever we do IBADAT in the morning 4-5 a.m or in BAITUL-KHAYAL for 5 mins & in PANCH-BAR-SAL for 10 mins.
Type 2
GIRIYAZARI
In this you recite tasbis like SALWAT,ASTAG-FIRULA,SHUKRAN - LILLAH etc.It depends from person to person.
After that you pray to MOWLA for your wishes etc.
IBADAT is done for RUH(SOUL).
GIRIYAZARI is for yr troubles.
Even IBADAT helps it but its mostly for upliftment of your SOUL.
IBADAT is our FIRST DUTY.
There are basically in a broad sense speaking two type or forms of Prayer.
Type 1
IBADAT
Ibadat means conectrating.Repeating name of Ya ALI,Ya ALLAH or you BOL.This is what we are supposed to do whenever we do IBADAT in the morning 4-5 a.m or in BAITUL-KHAYAL for 5 mins & in PANCH-BAR-SAL for 10 mins.
Type 2
GIRIYAZARI
In this you recite tasbis like SALWAT,ASTAG-FIRULA,SHUKRAN - LILLAH etc.It depends from person to person.
After that you pray to MOWLA for your wishes etc.
IBADAT is done for RUH(SOUL).
GIRIYAZARI is for yr troubles.
Even IBADAT helps it but its mostly for upliftment of your SOUL.
IBADAT is our FIRST DUTY.
Winged Prayers
In the Jewish tradition, prayers from the heart are transformed into angels.
By Morris B. Margolies
http://www.beliefnet.com/story/55/story ... mc_id=NL24
In the early stages of medieval Jewish mysticism, the figure of the angel Sandalfon--a fiery angel in the "seventh heaven" who was always close to God's Throne and who brought the prayers of humans before Him--emerged. In this capacity, Sandalfon is celebrated in the medieval religious poetry known as piyyut. Solomon ibn Gabirol, one of Spanish Jewry's greatest poets (11th century), portrayed Sandalfon as the angel who bears the prayers of Israel to its God.
In a deeper sense, prayers are angels and Sandalfon is a metaphor for them. A prayer uttered to God from the heart of the petitioner will sprout wings and fly heavenward. There are many stories about the prayers of truly pious people: Some Hasidic masters supposedly generated visible flames around their bodies as they prayed, while others caused such a commotion in the heavens with their prayers that the angelic hosts were forced to stop whatever they were doing and listen....
In the summer of 1952, peace talks between the Americans and the North Koreans were in progress at Panmunjom. I was stationed near Taegu, not too far away, as a chaplain for the Tenth Army Corps. From my headquarters, I set forth every morning in a jeep on the way to units miles distant, where I led Jewish soldiers in prayer. Because I covered about 300 miles every week along bumpy and narrow mountain roads, someone painted the legend "Rough-Ridin' Rabbi" on the back of the jeep. Above the words was a rough sketch of a Jew wearing a prayer shawl with his hands outstretched.
The week before I was to return to the States, I held my last service for the smallest of the congregations--four men and one woman (an army nurse), who also were the farthest to reach. For months, our attendance had been 100 percent. At the last service, one of the men was missing, as I soon learned, permanently so. He had been killed by a land mine three days earlier, and his body was already aboard a transport plane on the way home.
We could not get into a prayer mode in any routine fashion. The prayer book somehow failed to say what was in our hearts. The nurse, a lieutenant named Sarah, spoke: "Does God really listen to prayer, Rabbi?" And she wept. Almost immediately, the rest of us broke into tears. The tears flowed freely, punctuated only by sobs that still ring in my ears. When all was quiet, I said, "Sarah, I think you have the answer to your question." I asked them to join me in the traditional memorial prayer, the Kaddish. Our service ended. I remained in the tent for about an hour talking to the men. Sarah had had to leave.
I came back to get into my jeep. I stopped short. The outstretched hands of the Jew in the prayer shawl had been replaced by wings. Sarah was a few feet away. "Drive back carefully, Rabbi," she said. And she waved farewell.
In the Jewish tradition, prayers from the heart are transformed into angels.
By Morris B. Margolies
http://www.beliefnet.com/story/55/story ... mc_id=NL24
In the early stages of medieval Jewish mysticism, the figure of the angel Sandalfon--a fiery angel in the "seventh heaven" who was always close to God's Throne and who brought the prayers of humans before Him--emerged. In this capacity, Sandalfon is celebrated in the medieval religious poetry known as piyyut. Solomon ibn Gabirol, one of Spanish Jewry's greatest poets (11th century), portrayed Sandalfon as the angel who bears the prayers of Israel to its God.
In a deeper sense, prayers are angels and Sandalfon is a metaphor for them. A prayer uttered to God from the heart of the petitioner will sprout wings and fly heavenward. There are many stories about the prayers of truly pious people: Some Hasidic masters supposedly generated visible flames around their bodies as they prayed, while others caused such a commotion in the heavens with their prayers that the angelic hosts were forced to stop whatever they were doing and listen....
In the summer of 1952, peace talks between the Americans and the North Koreans were in progress at Panmunjom. I was stationed near Taegu, not too far away, as a chaplain for the Tenth Army Corps. From my headquarters, I set forth every morning in a jeep on the way to units miles distant, where I led Jewish soldiers in prayer. Because I covered about 300 miles every week along bumpy and narrow mountain roads, someone painted the legend "Rough-Ridin' Rabbi" on the back of the jeep. Above the words was a rough sketch of a Jew wearing a prayer shawl with his hands outstretched.
The week before I was to return to the States, I held my last service for the smallest of the congregations--four men and one woman (an army nurse), who also were the farthest to reach. For months, our attendance had been 100 percent. At the last service, one of the men was missing, as I soon learned, permanently so. He had been killed by a land mine three days earlier, and his body was already aboard a transport plane on the way home.
We could not get into a prayer mode in any routine fashion. The prayer book somehow failed to say what was in our hearts. The nurse, a lieutenant named Sarah, spoke: "Does God really listen to prayer, Rabbi?" And she wept. Almost immediately, the rest of us broke into tears. The tears flowed freely, punctuated only by sobs that still ring in my ears. When all was quiet, I said, "Sarah, I think you have the answer to your question." I asked them to join me in the traditional memorial prayer, the Kaddish. Our service ended. I remained in the tent for about an hour talking to the men. Sarah had had to leave.
I came back to get into my jeep. I stopped short. The outstretched hands of the Jew in the prayer shawl had been replaced by wings. Sarah was a few feet away. "Drive back carefully, Rabbi," she said. And she waved farewell.
Ya Ali Madad to all,
In Kalame Imame Mubin, Sultan Mohammad Shah said that prayer without knowing Ali is futile.
If you do ibadat knowing Ali, then your prayers are accepted/answered.
In another farman Imam says that kind of prayer is only known/done by a few.
May mowla bless you all and help you in your journey to find Ali.
In Kalame Imame Mubin, Sultan Mohammad Shah said that prayer without knowing Ali is futile.
If you do ibadat knowing Ali, then your prayers are accepted/answered.
In another farman Imam says that kind of prayer is only known/done by a few.
May mowla bless you all and help you in your journey to find Ali.
Certainly recognition of the Imam and obedience to him can ease the Path and acceptance of prayers, but I do not believe that it is appropriate to say things like that in a pluralistic environment. It breeds self-righteousness that MHI alluded to in his recent speech in Portugal.karimqazi wrote:Ya Ali Madad to all,
In Kalame Imame Mubin, Sultan Mohammad Shah said that prayer without knowing Ali is futile.
If you do ibadat knowing Ali, then your prayers are accepted/answered.
In another farman Imam says that kind of prayer is only known/done by a few.
May mowla bless you all and help you in your journey to find Ali.
Imam MSMS says in his memoir:
"Thus the Koran leaves the door open for all kinds of possibilities of interpretation so that no one interpreter can accuse another of being non-Muslim. A felicitous effect of this fundamental principle of Islam that the Koran is constantly open to allegorical interpretation has been that our Holy Book has been able to guide and illuminate the thought of believers, century after century, in accordance with the conditions and limitations of intellectual appreciation imposed by external influences in the world. It leads also to a greater charity among Muslims, for since there can be no cut-and-dried interpretation, all schools of thought can unite in the prayer that the Almighty in His infinite mercy may forgive any mistaken interpretation of the Faith whose cause is ignorance or misunderstanding."
What would be the point of uniting in prayer if it was not going to be accepted in the first place?