Alhassanain(p) Network for Heritage and Islamic Thought

Jannah ,Embracing the Truth

(112) Born and raised by righteous parents who still strongly hold onto their identity through religion, it would seem striking that their sole daughter and oldest would depart from their teachings and embrace Islam. From early childhood, I excelled in academics but struggled through religious studies since I was unable to find any logic behind the structure of the Christian doctrines. It would have been easy to deviate from Christianity and explore other beliefs if it had not been for my family’s coercion and of course my young age. Most parents are faced with their children not behaving in their academic courses with other classmates or authority,

but I was the child who asked more questions than desired and an over achiever. For a mathematic teacher, an inquisitive student is delightful, but in the realm of religion, especially Catholicism, such deviations from the norm were considered blasphemy. So at the tender age of ten my brother and I took conformation, and then again at eighteen, I accepted the final conformation vows as a Catholic. Why? A question I so often asked myself. Was it to make my parents happy or was it a result of my acceptance and submission to God through the authority of the Catholic Church? So for my parents, I continued to follow what they believed contrary to my own beliefs. This meant that I would have to search for the answers to my questions elsewhere.

Freedom was bestowed upon me as I gathered my belongings and moved to the University dormitory. Of course, this happened to be in the same city where my traditional Puerto Rican family lived but it was enough space to explore and confirm my beliefs. I became fixated with courses in the social sciences but my family’s powerful influence overwhelmed me to the point that my degree would be in science, as they preferred. I needed a nourishing environment, a location where enlightened people would surround me.

Convincing my parents that studying abroad in England would help expand my technique and knowledge of the chemical sciences, I left for six months overseas. To the best of their knowledge at the time, this was an opportunity for me to experience what they felt they were deprived. Today, they think this was their error as parents.

While studying in England, I became acquainted and later best of friends with Muslim girls from Brunei in my dormitory. I had read about other religions and countries but never had the pleasure of actually knowing such people. Unexpectedly, I decided to travel and explore Europe during the University spring break, 4 weeks to be precise, while my friends went to visit their families. During this period, I had the opportunity of visiting my first non-Christian environment in Morocco. I stayed in small towns away from tourists and immersed myself into the Moroccan culture. In addition, I saw the vast number of Muslims in Amsterdam and Germany. This led me to deeply question my Muslim friends about their clothing attire, religious differences, food preparation and most of all their own personal beliefs about being a Muslim.

Curiosity now consumed me. My priority was to examine Christianity and prove that my religious beliefs were not irrational even if it meant being considered a heretic by my family and in the eyes of the Catholic Church. I explored the historical roots of the trinity and the bible only to validate my theory that the Christian bible was written to appease the hierarchy of the church and politically strengthen their position of authority. As A. Osman states from his book Out of Egypt: ‘The Roots of Christianity Revealed’,

‘The Roman fathers of the early Church, combating what they regarded as heresy, began to place this theology in a historical setting, providing locations and dates for the life of Jesus. These doctrines were enforced by the authorities from the second half of the 4th century AD, when Rome adopted Christianity, causing it to spread throughout the world. It was when Rome, then the center of civilization, adopted Christianity that old books were burned to destroy the memory of the past, and history was rewritten to confirm new interpretations of past events.’

Arriving in the USA, I was prepared to use my knowledge acquired from my studies and experiences to openly discuss the problems with Christianity and this new religion I had encountered, Islam. I had not yet considered converting, since conversion had never been an idea I thought plausible with my family. It was Allah’s mercy that my mom who had been separated from my father now for three years allowed my father to divorce her and break away from Catholicism. She joined a Pentecost congregation and openly discussed the problems with being a Catholic rather than the concept of being Christian. I felt abandoned, empty and confused. I believed in one God but what were the correct ways to worship, submit and follow. How could I be righteous when I was blind to the correct path ofAllah.

I continued course work in religious studies. I became aware of the diversity of religions and their sects of the Caribbean, Middle East and Asia. It was when I touched on Islam that my heart and mind were satisfied. It finally all made sense. Islam was inspiring and rational. For the first time, I felt content.

My decision to convert now came without hesitation and with strength to be steadfast since I had embarked on a lifetime journey and battle with non-believers. That meant accepting that my worst enemy would not be my neighbor or friend but my own family.

My first two years were the hardest. I faced my family only to engage in a debate over religion that would develop into a harsh argument about my ungratefulness and misuse of an education. I began to cover my hair August 4th, 2002 a month prior to the 9-11 attacks. It was this adversity as well as the constant struggle with my family that I found my self truly and entirely submitting to Allah. Today, my family accepts my beliefs and accommodates our differences. I remind them, ‘we don’t see through our soul or spirit, but the mind that is between the two’. With time and guidance from Allah, they too will embrace Islam.

Holy Quran 18:13We relate to you their story with the truth; surely they were youths who believed in their Lord and We increased them in guidance.

Latifah Abdullah

Assalam alaikum rahmatullah barakatuhMy name is Latifah Abdullah and I am 29 years old. I’ve been muslimah for almost three years now.

I began to investigate Islam in high school. I was writing a paper on the differences between Islam and the nation of Islam. I didn’t know that there was such a profound difference. Then I read “the message to the black man” by Elijah Muhammad. This book made me a better Christian for a few more years. Then I met my son’s father and husband, and got a renewed interest in Islam. By this time I was twenty-five, pregnant, and wondering what kind of values I would give to my unborn child. I bought myself a Quran and a book on the deen of Islam. I read the Quran out loud to my stomach everyday. I found that the beauty of the message was too beautiful and I didn’t know if I’d ever be able to live up to the ideals that Allah (swt) has set out for us. I was struck by how easy and beautiful the deen is. The language of it held me. I decided to raise my child as a Muslim/Muslimah. I had my baby, a son, and still had not converted. I still read the Quran to him everyday, he was colicky, and the Quran would calm him and put him to sleep. Then on December 26, 1999, I had a dream of being dressed in white on a lush green hillside. My husband was trying to talk to me about one of his friends insulting us because of our beliefs. I told his friend that it was the truth and to be quiet and listen to what the thousands of us were listening to. All of his questions would be answered. It was the Quran being recited in Arabic that was the music in my dream. As I looked to the right, I saw my own personal Quran, shining with a pure light. The more the recitation went on the brighter my Quran glowed. I took this to be my time to come to Islam. I converted (reverted) January 16, 2000. The journey has not always been easy and coming up against traditional attitudes, I have often wanted to rip off my khimar (head covering) and just scream. That never lasts long because I know that Allah (swt) is where all of the answers are. I know that Allah (swt) guided me to the right path and that it is through His Grace that all is possible. I try to answer all questions put to me since 9/11 in a respectful manner, befitting a Muslimah, Islam is a mystery still to those in this country. I would not change a single thing that has happened in my life because all of it brought me to Allah (swt). I just wish we had a larger community here in my town.

Masalam

Holy Quran 20:10When he saw fire, he said to his family: Stop, for surely I see a fire, haply I may bring to you therefrom a live coal or find a guidance.

Abdullah J. Armada

Life. The very word conjures up images of events past and present, an infinite phantasmagoria of experiences, memories, and mental predictions, which we all go through. What exactly is this experience of life?A dare? A quest? A random mix of experiences ending in inevitable, impersonal annihilation? Why does it seem that no matter how hard we’ve tried over the ages, man can’t seem to answer the questions as to where we are from, why we are here, and where we are going? The truth is that humankind has made numerous attempts throughout history to answer these questions and many attempts have come close while others have failed all together. The answer that man has formulated to these questions is religion. Religion and philosophy are attempts to answer these questions in the eyes of humankind. The world today is full of religions and different philosophies, some as old as Hinduism and some as young as Neo-Paganism, and this variety can be confusing to the elite few of my generation who seek the Truth. In an analytical sense, if one were to strip down all the major world religions to their essential core teachings, if one were to eliminate all the superfluous years and centuries of doctrine, dogma, corruption, innovation, etc. one would be left with one pure, pristine answer to the questions posed above. That answer, which everyone seeks, is God. Where are we from?God. Why are we here?God. Where are we going?God. Later, however, there comes another question. Namely, “how do we attain the peace and love we are all searching for?” Well, if the answer to the prior questions is God than it follows logically that in order to achieve the peace and love that God provides one must worship Him correctly. But again we are confronted with the same seemingly unsolvable conundrum, “with so many religions around, how do we know which one is correct?” There is only one answer, one system that has miraculously remained free of the corruption of human hands: Islam. Now, I could of course further elaborate and prove the existence of God, the legitimacy of Islam, etc. but I will opt to leave that foranother writing , perhaps, and I will now describe my journey to Islam. I was born and raised as a Roman Catholic and I have attended Catholic schools all of my life, in fact, I still do. By the time I got to eighth grade I decided that the whole Christianity thing wasn’t working for me…call it my pacifistic adaptation of the usual angst-ridden teen rebellion. Essentially, I figured that I had been raised a Christian all my life and thus, in a sense, I had been indoctrinated into Christianity.

So, I decided to try something else…some other way of viewing life. In summary, I tried many religions and each one lasted about one year. I was metaphorically caught in the eternal interplay of the spiritual “tennis court” of life. Most recently, I was Buddhist, and contrary to what most people believe, Buddhists do not worship the Buddha…in fact they have no “god”. Well, technically the Buddha never said you couldn’t believe in a “god” he just said it wasn’t required to attain enlightenment. Well, rather than go off on a tangent I will ask the reader to keep the last point in mind. What basically happened was that I started considering the existence of God. After all, it made logical sense to me, though rather than discuss that now, I’ll save it for a later time. Anyway, as I considered God I began to consider Islam because I had always had an incipient interest in Islam. I remember watching a video at school on world religions and I remember being so intrigued by the movements in the prayer, especially sujood…it was beautiful. I remember fighting that feeling inside of myself trying to convince myself that I was happy with the belief system I had. I remember looking at my compass, finding the direction of Mecca, and going through the little parts of the prayer movements that I knew always thinking, “If I were Muslim, this is what I’d do to pray.” I remember sounding out the shahada italicised in my “world religions” book thinking, “This would be what I’d say to become a Muslim.” I couldn’t explain why, but I was drawn to Islam and at the same time I fought that feeling because of fear. After September 11th, my interest was resurrected and with the money I saved I purchased “The Complete Idiot’s Guide to Understanding Islam” by Yahiya J. Emerick. The book was amazing as it outlined everything in a comprehensive manner and made me realize that there were many misconceptions about Islam. Later, I purchased “The Meaning of the Holy Qur’an” by Abdullah Yusuf Ali. All this time, my interest in Islam grew and I was drawn even closer to it. Eventually, I called the 1877-WHY ISLAM information line, which I had called many times before. Originally, I was calling to ask a question about a verse I had read but I ended up telling the sister I was speaking to about my interest in Islam and the fear I felt because of my family. In summary, this sister gave me the push I needed to overcome my fear and convert (revert). I am eternally grateful to Allah for having put her in my life to help guide me to Islam. At this point, I can respond with confidence that the search, which I undertook to find the Truth has ended in success because the whole Truth, the whole culmination of my search can be summed up in one statement: Ashahadu an la ilaha illa Allah wa Ashahadu anna Muhammadun abduhu wa rasulu. I testify that there is no god but ALLAH and I also testify that Muhammad is His slave and messenger.

Holy Quran 27:2 A guidance and good news for the believers

How simple... and simply beautiful

Bismillah Walhamdulillah Was Salaatu Was Salaam ‘ala Rasulillah; As-Salaam Alaikum Wa-Rahmatullahi Wa-Barakatuhu ”Who believe in the Unknown, and fulfil their devotional obligations, and spend in charity of what We have given them; Who believe in what has been revealed to you and what was revealed to those before you, and are certain of the Hereafter. They have found the guidance of their Lord and will be successful. As for those who deny, it is all the same if you warn them or not, they will not believe. Allah has sealed their hearts and ears, and veiled their eyes. For them is great deprivation” [2: 3-7 Al-Qur’antranslation by Ahmed Ali].

Although there are far more interesting stories of people becoming Muslim during the times of the Prophet (SWA), I feel that it is critical to recount to other Muslimahs and non-Muslimahs a story that can be easy to relate to given our current times and circumstances. Let me first give a comprehensive history of who I am, where I came from and who I was before Allah showed me the right path.

I was born in 1975 to an upper middle class Christian family living in the farmlands of Eastern Washington. I lead a very happy carefree childhood full of swimming in the lake during the hot desert summers, ice-skating and snow-mobiling in the winters and many boat and horseback rides in between. My life was full of more leisure than worship, as I barely remember going to Church. Except for a few Easters spent looking for money in haystacks at the Golf and Country Club and ripping through piles of presents stacked around the Christmas tree, my understanding of God was limited to such experiences. It was not until many years later that I even realized what the religious reasoning was behind such holidays.

In 1982, my reality became abruptly severed due to the divorce of my parents. The world that I had known became a thing of the past, and I spent a lot more of my time crying and feeling angry than I did frolicking with friends as I had done before. It felt as if my parents had deceived me, and I started to become very unsure about life. New town, new schoolmates, new neighborhood, and new stepfather! Change is an inevitable way of this life, but it was still very foreign to my young mind.

During my first few years on the Island, I was fortunate enough to live in the neighborhood where the only Muslim family lived. Since Mariam was my age and her younger brother, Adam, was my sister’s age, we spent many afternoons after school playing in the woods and digging for sea life on the rocky beaches of the north end. I even remember Mariam showing me her Qur’an and explaining to me what it meant to be Muslim. Even at the young age of 10, I found it fascinating, as I have always been very intrigued by other cultures and religions. She also told me cool stories about her dad’s life as a Sonics basketball player. All in all, I enjoyed spending time with them.

Not too long after that we moved to another part of the island, my close friendship with Mariam and her family dwindled. I became friends with a different group of kids and our lives started to separate. Even though I was not spending time with her, I still considered her a friend and would often defend her when immature kids would make rude comments about her hijab and other Islamic customs. I almost prided myself on understanding her belief, although not at all extensively.

Living in such a small town as I did, made it easy for me to begin associating myself with people and activities that were less than wholesome. Entertainment being scarce, most kids turned to drinking, smoking, sex and experimental drug use. Although I was not as quick to follow the crowd and have always considered myself a leader, I soon followed suit. I was never too wrapped up in the group’s mischievous behaviour, but as my father always said, “Birds of a feather, flock together.” It became hard to disassociate myself from the group. I even remember walking out of school in 1990 when we declared war against Iraq during Desert Storm. I knew nothing of the politics of the war and demonstrated in the streets in protest against our involvement in it. I knew nothing of the heinous crimes committed against the Kuwaiti people. I was merely going along with the crowd. God was always in the back of my mind, but I lost myself in my own selfishness and bottled-up hurt from my parent’s break-up. My relationship with my mother worsened as my days in high school continued, until she finally kicked me out at age 17. My father whisked me away to Bellingham that summer before senior year to set me straight in school and life in general. Hemd’Allah (thank God) that he was there to support me and heal some of those emotional wounds.

That fall, I started at Whatcom Community College fulltime. One of my classes that quarter was Middle Eastern History. I wrote a lengthy research paper on Ancient Egyptian Civilization and learned the truth about many stereotypes and falsehoods relating to Islam and Muslims. The idea behind men as the head of the household and women being modest to avoid the strong sexual desires of men really made sense to me. I also learned from an American Muslim man that lectured the class that Muslims believed in Jesus and did not say that he was the “Son of God” as Christians do. The fact that Muslims believe that Allah is above the mortal qualities of having children really clicked with me.

From that point in late 1992 until early 1998, I had little if any other encounters with Islam, Muslims or the Middle East in general. During a break-up with a boyfriend of mine at that time, I met a Kuwaiti guy at the gym I had been going to. It was fairly innocent, as my personal trainer introduced him to me. I thought he was handsome and friendly, but he seemed too good to be true and I automatically labelled him as a player. When I found out he was Muslim, I became even more turned off. Even though I had more knowledge about Islam at that time than most Americans, I was still blinded by my prejudices.

After a little coercion, I finally agreed to eat falafels with him at a local Arabic grocery store granted it was a “friendly” meeting and not a romantic one. I thought he was “nice”, but he was not GQ enough for my liking. My shallowness inhibited me from seeing his truly caring, unselfish and respectful attitude. We slowly became friends over a few months period and he found his way into my heart. He was always there for me emotionally and spiritually while I coped with my financial difficulties and rocky relationship with my mother and sister. His number one interest was always making my life easier and not complicating it with frivolous temptations and desires.

He slowly introduced me to the concepts of Islam and stories of Prophet Muhammad (SWA). He even prayed in front of me until I felt comfortable to talk openly about my misconceptions of Islam, especially the role of women. Everything that he related to me, I saw in the actions of him, his brothers and their friends. I began to realize that all the time I spent worried about partying, drinking and hanging out with my supposed “guy friends” was all a waste. None of these things were going to get me any closer to feeling truly happy about myself and about life as a whole. “...As for the life of this world, it is nothing but a merchandise of vanity” [Al-Qur’an 3:185].

It might be very difficult for non-believers to accept that I chose Islam and was not forced to or persuaded to by “man from Kuwait”. My acceptance of Islam was not a prerequisite of our relationship’s potential future, as some have thought. I did not automatically adhere to anything or believe everything I heard or read. It was a slow process of learning and “man from Kuwait” was perfect about telling me the right thing at the right time. He never started out by telling me whatwas haram (forbidden) and the punishments for that on Judgement Day. On the contrary, he first explained to me why he did what he did. What was the spiritual significance of Hajj, praying at certain times, refraining from the consumption of pork, etc? Every tradition in Islam (submission to God) prescribed by Allah has significance; it is not mere cultural customs passed down from generation to generation.

Some of the hardest things for me to accept included Islamic attire for men and women, Polygamy, prohibition of alcohol, etc. Not to mention I wanted proof...logical proof and reasoning to understand why “man from Kuwait” felt obligated to pray, fast, abstain from drinking and sex, etc. At first I saw it as so many “don’ts” and so few “dos”. Some of these topics required a lot of in-depth discussion, so “man from Kuwait” turned me to Ahmed Deedat to pick up where he left off. The acceptance of Islam, the belief in Al-Qur’an and Allah as Creator of everything was a natural concept and Deedat reasoned this to death in my mind. I tried to logically refute these ideas internally, but I couldn’t. It was simply not possible!

My hardest internal struggle was revealing these ideas to my parents and family. What would they think? Would they disinherit me? How could I tell them? Well, the truth of the matter is that I am in the process of this right now. The stronger my faith becomes, the less worried I am about what non-believers think. The number one idea I have to rid my family of is the incorrect belief that women have a subservient role to men in Islam. From an American perspective, these ideas are easily confused with reality, especially since many Muslim countries have gone astray in inhibiting women an education or right to work.

I always relate the story of the Prophet’s first wife, Khadija. She was a rich woman who not only owned her own business, but also successfully raised her children.So many seem to skip over this fact, and Muslims alike. People also forget or misunderstand the acceptance of polygamy. This is not a preferred way of life according to Allah’s word, but an option. Al-Qur’an reiterates this, by stating that it is impossible to treat multiple wives equally, so unless you can, then just marry one woman. Before I understood Islam, I always assumed that multiple wives was the suggested way of life according to the teachings of Islam, and relying on media influence made me blind to the truth. What really hit it home for me was that the Prophet (SWA) was married to a much older woman for 25 years, and it wasn’t until after she died that he re-married. He was allowed more than four wives in order to teach people how to treat different wives, whether much older, much younger, Jewish or Christian. He showed us that marrying women of other heavenly religions was accepted and that marrying women of other ethnicities or ages was good in the eyes of God. Far too many people today, refuse to marry women of different colors and cultures. Prophet Muhammad (SWA) showed us that these prejudices should be avoided. Furthermore, he married a couple of these women because their husbands had died in war, and he wanted to provide means and a father figure for their children. It was not based on sexual desires. In fact, Islam prohibited the conduct of many men (Christian and Jewish) of that time who had hundreds of wives and concubines, thus the max Islam allows is four and that having relations with someone other than your wife is considered adultery. I have even read in history books (written by non-Muslims) that the reason the Catholic Church outlawed multiple wives, was because men did not want to be legally responsible financially for providing for more than one. This allowed more free conduct on the part of men to gallivant with women outside of the marriage and not be tied down buy so many legitimate children.

Differentiating between the true faith of Islam and the wrong doings of people, whose actions do not reflectIslam, can prove difficult, especially to non-believers. Many people throughout time whether Christian, Jewish or Muslim have tried to base their anti-religious actions on the supposed teachings of that faith. This factor in accepting Islam influenced me in taking more time to believe. Every time I heard or read about some questionable act that a Muslim had committed, I immediately ran to my Muslim friends for proof explaining or denying the correctness of that action. “man from Kuwait” always shows me Quranic proof for such actions or against them.

I still remember all the times people have said, “Haven’t you seen the movie NotWithout My Daughter?” How ignorant for someone to base his or her beliefs of another culture or religion on an American made movie. This is precisely why so many non-Muslims have negative stereotypes about Islam. When I first introduced my parents to “man from Kuwait”, there was a lot of turmoil in the family. I remember all the questions: is “man from Kuwait” going to have a harem of wives, what if he steals your children, what if you move to Kuwait and they hold you captive, etc? It took so much explaining to even justify why I was interested in a Muslim man, let alone explaining to them why I have become Muslim. Insha’Allah (God willing) Islam will bring me closer to my family as I have seen it helping me mend my friendship with my sister. She has been Christian for years, and now that I believe in one God, Allah, we many times have religious and spiritual discussions about God. It seems we have more in common now, then ever before.

After about a year of knowing each other, I really started to believe all that I heard and read about this great deen (religion). Even though I had not uttered the words, “Esheduana la illaha ilallah”, I believed that there was no other deity except for Allah, and without a doubt that Prophet Muhammad (SWA) was the messenger of Allah (Esheduana Muhammadan rasool Allah). It was not until about six months later that I finished reading Volume one of “The Choice: Islam and Christianity” by Ahmed Deedat. I had never read anything more convincing that was directed toward an American point of view. I immediately asked “man from Kuwait” how I actually could become Muslim. Was there a ceremony or did I have to make a blood oath? I was surprised that all I had to do was utter those words and truly believe it in my heart that there is no other deity except Allah and that Prophet Muhammad was the messenger of Allah.How simple...and simply beautiful.

Sometimes, I have small insignificant doubts, but they quickly pass. I just remember that it is probably the Shetan (devil) trying to influence me, like when your mind wonders during prayer. I still believe, and I have never thought that I chose Islam because of my interest in “man from Kuwait”. I told my mother that even if he disappears tomorrow, I will remain Muslimah - Insha’Allah until I die.

My friends and co-workers have been extremely supportive and respect my choice not to drink, eat pork, etc. I have even taught Islam to some of my co-workers. Many of my friends usually ask my opinion on their life controversies and hardships. I always give them Islamic advice, and they appreciate that. My roommate is not Muslim, yet she respects my beliefs and does not drink around me or try to force me to go bar hopping with her and her friends. What my friends think never influences me to change my opinions or beliefs. I listen to other peoples’ perspectives, but I am Muslimah and Insha’Allah that will not change. Becoming Muslim was the best choice that I ever made and I thank Allah everyday that he gave me the openness in my heart to accept it and love it. I have read and learned from various people so much about this deen and it seems that I just cannot learn enough. I continually search for more proof of Islam and take every opportunity to teach others about it.

I have faith in the Hereafter and realize that no matter what others say or think their blindness will not hinder nor help me on the Day of Judgement. Allah does not accept excuses like “I did not know any better” or “I do not believe in Islam because my parents were Christian”. If these excuses worked than the people of Mecca would have gone on worshipping idols like their forefathers had and not have embraced Islam with the Prophet (SWA). “Do the unbelievers think they can makeMy own creatures their protectors against Me?” [Al-Qur’an 18:102].

Insha’Allah one day, Allah will let the light of Islam into the hearts of my parents and sister. “It is true thou wilt not be able to guide every one, whom thou lovest; but Allah guides those whom He will and He knows best those who receive guidance” [Al-Qur’an 28:56]. Everyday, I think about the blazing fire that awaits those that do not believe and my eyes fill with tears of horror for those close to me who do not understand the signs that Allah has made clear for all of us. I never question that which He has madenor the reasons why He has lead me to Islam and not my family. I just pray that Allah will lead them as well. “Creation of the heavens and the earth, alternation of night and day, and sailing of ships across the ocean with what is useful to man, and the rain that Allah sends from the sky enlivening the earth that was dead, and the scattering of beasts of all kinds upon it, and the changing of the winds, and the clouds which remain obedient between earth and sky, are surely signs for the wise. And yet there are men who take others as compeers of Allah, and bestow on them love due to Allah; but the love of the faithful for Allah is more intense. If only the wicked could see now the agony that they will behold (on the Day of Resurrection), they will know that to Allah belongs the power entirely! And the punishment of Allah is severe” [Al-Qur’an 2:164-165].

Holy Quran 28:37 And Musa said: My Lord knows best who comes with guidance from Him, and whose shall be the good end of the abode; surely the unjust shall not be successful.