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Gems from Surah Al Kahf

My heart is greatful for the beautiful coincidence that I am writing about my favorite parts of Surah Al Kahf this beautiful Friday morning as the house is quiet (Yes, the baby is asleep!) and light snowflakes descend from the sky. 

I am reaching the end of my i'tikaf notes (Just one more surah, Surah Hujurat left) and the first thing I  saw today is this BEAUTIFUL dua from Ayah #10 that makes me feel all gooey and mushy inside, filled with love for Allah swt and feeling His love for me. So starting with the dua:


Followed by:

1- "And never say of anything, "Indeed, I will do that tomorrow," 
"Except [when adding], "If Allah wills." [In sha Allah] And remember your Lord when you forget [it] and say, "Perhaps my Lord will guide me to what is nearer than this to right conduct." (18:23,24)


2- "Say...He has [knowledge of] the unseen [aspects] of the heavens and the earth. How Seeing is He and how Hearing! They have not besides Him any protector, and He shares not His authority (legislation) with anyone." (18:26)


3- "And keep yourself patient [by being] with those who call upon their Lord in the morning and the evening, seeking His countenance. And let not your eyes pass beyond them, desiring adornments of the worldly life, and do not obey one whose heart We have made heedless of Our remembrance and who follows his desire and whose affair is ever [in] neglect." (18:28)


4- "And why did you, when you entered your garden, not say, 'What Allah willed [has occurred]; there is no power except in Allah '[Ma sha Allahu La Quwwata Illa Billah]?..." (18:39)


5- "...all power of protection rests with Allah, the True One. He is the best to reward, the best to determine the end of things." (18:44)


6- "...the deeds of lasting righteousness are the best in the sight of your Lord in reward, and far better a source of hope." (18:46)


(All translations are from Saheeh International except #5 which is from Sayyid Abul Ala Moududi (I felt his translation translated the intent of the ayah better than the other one in this case). The picture of the dua above was taken from here.)

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