Hikmatlar hazinasidan.

[Royal]

Zulmdan qochmoq uchun.

Noshirovon odil arkoni davlati bilanovga chiqib, ov qilgan joylarida ov goshtidan kaboblariga tuzlari yoq ekan, ozroq tuz topib kelishga yaqin qishloqqa bir hizmatkorni yubora turib Noshiravon dedi:
-Tuzni pulga sotib ol!
U payitlar davlatning qishloqdan tuz olish odati bor edi. Qishloq harob bolmasin degani uchun yonidagilar:
-Ozigina tuz olsa nimaqilardi ?, - dedilar.
Noshiravon:
- Zulm , haqsizlik aslida qadim zamonlarda juda kam bolgan. Vat otishi bilan har yangi kelganlar ozginadan kopaytirib bugungi darajaga keltirganlar. Agar podshoh aholining bogidan BIR OLMA uzsa, HIZMATCHILAR OLMA DARAHTINI ILDIZI bilan suguradilar. Agar podshoh bir odamdan BIR TUHUM olsa, PODSHOH ASKARLARI MING TOVUQNI pishirib yeydilar, - deb javob berdi.

Izoh va ogit - :
Agar rahbarlar shu mezonda ishlaganlarida hech kimning burin qonamas, hech kimga zulm etilmasdi. Hamma yomonliklar aslida kichik narsadan boshlanadi. Har bir yomonlikning oldini olinishi kerak. Shunda yomonlik kamayadi; oddie odamlar ham, rahbarlar va idora hodimlari ham , ma'murlar ham shunday bolishlari kerak. deganlar ekaaaaaaaan. heh.

[BIBIHONUM]

Bir kuni Abdurahmon bin Avf,mo’minlarning Xalifasi Hazrat Umar (R.A)ning ziyoratiga keldi.Salom berdi-da,kutib turdi.
Xalifa Hazrat Umar (R.A)yonib turgan shamni o’chirib,keyin boshqasini yoqdi.
Bu ahvol mehmon diqqatini tortdi,u Hazrat Umarga:
-Ey Amiral-mo’min!Oldingizda sham yonib turardi,uni o’chirdingiz.Yana unga o’xshash boshqa shamni yoqdingiz.Buning bir hikmati border?-dedi.
Amiral-mo’min Hazrat Umar tabassum bilan:
-Yo Abdurahmon!O’chirganim davlatning shami(molidir).Yoqqanim esa o’zimning shaxsiy shamim,o’z pulimga olganman.Davlat ishlarini qilganimda,davlatning shamini yoqaman.Hozir sen bilan suhbat qurib o’tirganimda,davlat shamini yoqishim halollik bo’lmaydi,shuning uchun uni o’chirdim,o’z shamimni yoqdim.Shunday qilmasam Allohga qanday javob beraman,-dedi.
Abdurahmon bin Avf:
-Yo Rabbiy!Hattob o’g’li Umarni boshimizdan nari qilmagin,-deb duo qildi.
Izoh va o’git

Ushbu foniy dunyo nimalarni ko’rmadi.Qiyomatning azobi,qaynoq suvlar kabi terlatuvchi savol-javobi-bular hammasi Mahkamai Kubro-Buyuk Mahkama kuni bo’ladi.Hamma qilingan ishlar o’shanda hisob-kitob etiladi.
Davlat mollarini sovurganlar uchun yashasin jahannam!
Bir shamni o’chirib,o’zining shamini yoqqan islom Xalifasi Hazrat Umar(R,A)dan Alloh xushnud bo’lib,unga lutf ko’rsatdi,darajalarini yuksaltirdi,oliymaqom qildi.

[BIBIHONUM]

Ig’vogarlik bor yerda baraka bo’lmaydi…

Hazrat Muso (a.c)zamonida qurg’oqchilik bo’lib,hayot nihoyatda og’irlashib ketdi.
Uch marta yomg’ir tilab duo qildilar.
Hazari Muso:”Yo Rab,uch marta yomg’ir tilab duo qildik.Duomizni qabul etmading”,dedilar.
Janobi Haq:
-Toki orangizda ig’vogar bor ekan,sening ham boshqalarning ham duolarini qabul etmayman,- dedilar.
Hazrat Muso:
Yo Rab,ig’vogar kim,uni oramizdan chiqaramiz,dedilar.
Janobi Haq:
-Men sizga fisq-fasodni-ig’vogarlikni man’ qilaman,dedilar.
Hammalari tavba qilishdi.Janobi Haq yomg’ir yog’dirdi.

Ig’vogarlik,chaqimchilik eng yomon fe’ldir.Ig’vogarlik boe yerda baraka bo’lmaydi.

[Royal]

Salatanat - bir koza suvga teng.

Bir podshoh qabziyatga yoliqib, tahorat olishga juda qiynalibdi:
-Kim meni bu kasallikdan qutqarsa , saltanatimni beraman, debdi.
Bu sozni eshitgan Allohni sevikli qullaridan biri podshoh oldiga kelib uning qornini silabdi, podshoh shifo topibdi.
Podshoh: -"Bu tahtga otir, butun saltanatim senga", dibdi.
Ul odam: -"Yoq, sen oz maqomingda (joyingda) otir faqat uning qiymatini, haddini bil. Bu dunyoning zarra ham qadar-qiymati yoq. Bir koza suv kabi tugaydi. Agar uni icha olmasang, saltanatingni berasan, ichib chiqaraolmasang ham saltanatingni berasan. Shuning uchun u bir koza suv kabidir", deb aytibdi.

[Gareeb]

Фазилатсиз хусну жамол хидсиз гулга ўхшайди.

Мустафо Сибоъий


Ким динини хурмат килишни истаса, подшохга алока богламасин, аёллар билан хилватда бирга бўлмасин, хавои нафс эгалари билан мунозара килмасин. (Абдуллох ибн Масъуд)

[JONİ]

OLLOH odamnıng tashkı gozalligiga emas ichki gozalligiga karaydı

[Royal]

3 yoki 4 raka'at oqiganini unutsa, sajdai sahw qiladurlar.

Abu Hurayra (ra) rivoyat qiladurlar:

"Rasululloh (saw) :
"- Namozga azon aytilsa, shayton azon eshitlamydirgan yergacha orqasidan "yel" chiqarib qochagydir. Azon tugasa, qaytib kelgaydir.
- Namozga takbir aytilsa, yana qochgaydir, takbir tugasa yana qaytib kelib , namozhonni vasvasa qilmoq uchun: "-Uni eslagil, buni eslagil", - deb yodiga kelmagan narsalarni eslatgaydir. Pirovardida namozhon necha raka'at namoz oqiganini bilmay qolur. Agar birortangiz shu kuyga tushsangiz, otirgan holda sajdai sahw qilingiz!" - deganlar.

[Gareeb]

Rivoyat qilishlaricha, qadim o’tgan zamonda bir zulmkor shoh bo’lgan ekan. Yalang’oyoq, och qolgan va zulmning qurboni bo’lgan xalq ahvoldan podshoimiz xabarsiz, deb o’ylar va yum-yum yig’lab uning nomiga yolvorar ekan. Boshiga soliq yog’ilsa ham buni podshohimiz bilmaydi, deb o’ylar va undan madad istab iltijolar qilar ekan. Shoirlari she’r bitar, hofizlari qo’shiq…

Podshoh muhtasham saraoyda har kun uyg’onib quloqlariga paxta tiqib olishidan esa ular bexabar ekanlar.

Podsho uchun anashu quloqqa qo’yilgan paxta kabi ham ahamiyatlari yo’qligini bilmas ekanlar.

[Gareeb]

Кимки кулфат кўрмаса роҳатнинг таъмини билмайди. Кимки оч қолмаса тўқлик қадрини англамайди. Кимки хаста бўлмаса соғлик неъматини идрок қилмайди. Кимки қамалмаса эркинлик, озодлик иззатини ҳис қилмайди

[Akhee-Abdullah]

:info:Wisdom:info:

"Allah never orders anything except that Satan takes two contradictory stances towards it: either shortcoming and negligence or overzealousness and exaggeration. It does not matter [to him] by which of these two mistakes he becomes victorious over the slave."

:info:~~~~~~~~Ibn ul Qayyim~~~~~~~~:info:

[id'est]

A man was walking through the marketplace one afternoon when, just as the muezzin began the call to prayer, his eye fell on a woman’s back. She was strangely attractive, though dressed in fulsome black, a veil over head and face, and she now turned to him as if somehow conscious of his over-lingering regard, and gave him a slight but meaningful nod before she rounded the corner into the lane of silk sellers. As if struck by a bolt from heaven, the man was at once drawn, his heart a prisoner of that look, forever. In vain he struggled with his heart, offering it one sound reason after another to go his way—wasn’t it time to pray?—but it was finished: there was nothing but to follow.
He hastened after her, turning into the market of silks, breathing from the exertion of catching up with the woman, who had unexpectedly outpaced him and even now lingered for an instant at the far end of the market, many shops ahead. She turned toward him, and he thought he could see a flash of a mischievious smile from beneath the black muslin of her veil, as she—was it his imagination?—beckoned to him again.

The poor man was beside himself. Who was she? The daughter of a wealthy family? What did she want? He requickened his steps and turned into the lane where she had disappeared. And so she led him, always beyond reach, always tantalizingly ahead, now through the weapons market, now the oil merchants’, now the leather sellers’; farther and farther from where they began. The feeling within him grew rather than decreased. Was she mad? On and on she led, to the very edge of town.



<FONT face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" size=2> The sun declined and set, and there she was, before him as ever. Now they were come, of all places, to the City of

[id'est]

The sun declined and set, and there she was, before him as ever. Now they were come, of all places, to the City of Tombs. Had he been in his normal senses, he would have been afraid, but indeed, he now reflected, stranger places than this had seen a lovers’ tryst. There were scarcely twenty cubits between them when he saw her look back, and, giving a little start, she skipped down the steps and through the great bronze door of what seemed to be a very old sepulcher. A soberer moment might have seen the man pause, but in his present state, there was no turning back, and he went down the steps and slid in after her. Inside, as his eyes saw after a moment, there were two flights of steps that led down to a second door, from whence a light shone, and which he equally passed through. He found himself in a large room, somehow unsuspected by the outside world, lit with candles upon its walls. There sat the woman, opposite the door on a pallet of rich stuff in her full black dress, still veiled, reclining on a pillow against the far wall. To the right of the pallet, the man noticed a well set in the floor. “Lock the door behind you,” she said in a low, husky voice that was almost a whisper, “and bring the key.”

He did as he was told.

She gestured carelessly at the well. “Throw it in.”

A ray of sense seemed to penetrate for a moment the clouds over his understanding, and a bystander, had there been one, might have detected the slightest of pauses.

“Go on,” she said laughingly, “You didn’t hesitate to miss the prayer as you followed me here, did you?”

He said nothing.

“The time for sunset prayer has almost finished as well,” she said with gentle mockery. “Why worry? Go on, throw it in. You want to please me, don’t you?”

He extended his hand over the mouth of the well, and watched as he let the key drop. An uncanny feeling rose from the pit of his stomach as moments passed but no sound came. He felt wonder, then horror, then comprehension.

“It is time to see me,” she said, and she lifted her veil to reveal not the face of a fresh young girl, but of a hideous old crone, all darkness and vice, not a particle of light anywhere in its eldritch lines.

“See me well,” she said. “My name is Dunya, This World. I am your beloved. You spent your time running after me, and now you have caught up with me. In your grave. Welcome, welcome.”

At this she laughed and laughed, until she shook herself into a small mound of fine dust, whose fitful shadows, as the candles went out, returned to the darkness one by one.

[Joe_Blake]

Mo'minlar Amiri, Umar ibn Khattob dan: "Men Rasulullohning shunday deganlarini eshitdim: "Darhaqiqay, har bir amal niyyat bilandir. Va har bir kishi uchun niyyatiga yarasha bo'lur (niyyatiga yarasha savob oladi) . Kimda kim Alloh wa Rasuli uchun hijrat qilgan bo'lsa (ya'ni niyyati faqat Allohning Dini uchun hijrat qilgan bo'lsa) , demak uning hijrati Alloh wa Rasuli uchun bo'libdi. Agarda kimda kim dunyo topish uchun yo bir ayolga uylanish uchun hijrat qilgan bo'lsa, demak u nimani niyyat qilgan bo'lsa shunga hijrat qilibdi (ya'ni shunga yarasha ajr-savob olibdi)." (Imom Bukhori wa Muslim rivoyati)



source: http://www.islomyoli.com/hadith/hadith/books/imamnawawi40_default.htm