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Values to live by - Surah Al An'aam



"...We do not charge any soul except [with that within] its capacity..." (6:152)

"...This has He instructed you that you may remember" (6:152)


"And, [moreover], this is My path, which is straight, so follow it; and do not follow [other] ways, for you will be separated from His way. This has He instructed you that you may become righteous." (6:153)

"...Indeed, your Lord is swift in penalty; but indeed, He is Forgiving and Merciful." (6:165)


1- Do not associate anyone in worship with Allah swt
2- Treat your parents well
3- Do not kill (avoid having) your children out of fear of poverty. Allah swt gives you sustenance and will provide for them as well
4- Do not even go close to acts of immodesty*, whether hidden or open 
5- Do not kill a soul that Allah swt has declared sacred
6- Do not approach the wealth of an orphan except in the best possible manner until they reach an age of discernment
7- Be just in measurement
8- Be just when you speak even if the matter concerns a close/ near relative
9- Fulfil your covenant with Allah swt
10- "...every soul earns not [blame] except against itself, and no bearer of burdens will bear the burden of another. Then to your Lord is your return, and He will inform you concerning that over which you used to differ"

*Acts of Immodesty -> 

From Qur'an: 
Adultery, 
Homosexuality, 
Nudity, 
False accusation, 
and Marrying father's wife/ ex-wife  

From Hadith: 
Stealing,  
Alcohol consumption, 
and Begging

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