ملتقى أهل العلم - My sister, lest you weep O dear

My sister, lest you weep O dear

In the name of Allah the Most Merciful, the Most Gracious.

Peace and blessing be upon our prophet Mohamed and His Family and Companions.

O my dear sister, O fortress of Islam, May Allah take care of you …

We are confronted by a plain fact, that is realized by every thinker, and doesn’t require a great deal of intelligence to be aware of its objectives.

Indeed the West, which you gave the lead of your forehead, didn’t offer a serious approach to any woman to guarantee her rights of honor and modesty, rather it is taken to a steep, sharp steep of uncontrolled desire.

The desire of achieving the ultimate pleasure as fast as it is possible.

O my dear sister may Allah Guard you.

What is the harvest of that race to the instant pleasure?

It is nothing but dishonoring one’s dignity.

O my dear sister,

Everybody sees the painful results, and no one can deny it.

This is exactly what they want to export to you, and … if we consider that logically, it will be very obvious that this is only to satisfy the man’s desires, and nothing else.

These rights, my dear sister, which they pretend that they guarantee for you, are only meant to make you available for free for every man, while In the Islamic approach, you are the pearl of the Nation and your dignity is guaranteed and your purity and honor are secured.

My beloved sister,

While competing with man to acquire freedom and equality … be sure that you will be the looser any way,

Simply because the man in that case is the opponent and the judge at the same time.
While if you refer your case to the Devine Justice, you will definitely obtain your absolute freedom and ultimate justice.

Since the Judge here is Allah alone, then fear Him and undertake your duty towards Him concerning yourself and the honor of your Muslim Nation.

My loved sister indeed sins are injuries, and it may be that an injury would kill, so maintain your position you will be praised and beware of Hell.

Falling in that pit will grieve no one but you.

The first to glee at your grief will be those who pushed you.

My sister

An odious traitor seals your mouth
to suffocate the cry of glory
They comforted you the road is rosy
way is safe and glitter of the end
Will you not wake up to this cry?;
careful about you to protect you
Are you pleased being available for every man?
My sister, beware of the real sisters and brothers

O Allah, look with mercy to the Nation of monotheism.

Lead us to your pleasure, render all of us unto you in a peaceful way, Amen

And, ... all praise belongs to Allah the source of all sincerity.