Al Aqsa Islamic Society was featured in a U.S Catholic article titled “No hate, no fear An interfaith community paints a picture of peace.”
A Silent Art Auction for Social Justice Under Trump Benefiting Al-Aqsa
PHILADELPHIA – December 29, 2016 – Streets Dept announces Collective Action, a silent art auction to raise money for 10 local and national social justice organizations that will be on the front lines during Trump’s presidency. The auction will take place the weekend prior to Trump’s inauguration on Saturday, January 14th, 2017 from 6-9pm at 990 Spring Garden Street in Philadelphia, PA. Collective Action seeks to raise $20,000 thanks to the generous donations of over 100 Philadelphia-area artists who’ve donated work.
Organized by a group of motivated and passionate Philadelphians led by Grace Ahn, Jacob Klensin, Brooke Di Leone, Daniel Levine, and Streets Dept’s Founder/Editor Conrad Benner, all of the proceeds raised by Collective Action will be donated evenly to the 10 following social justice organizations*: Planned Parenthood, Mazzoni Center, Juntos, Al Aqsa Islamic Academy, NAACP Legal Defense Fund, Standing Rock Sioux Tribe, Southern Poverty Law Center (SPLC), Network of Abortion Funds, International Refugee Assistance Project, and the Natural Resources Defense Council.
(*Please note: neither this event nor its organizers are directly affiliated with any of the organizations listed. These organizations have not officially endorsed this event. Collective action is an independent endeavor seeking to provide support for groups fighting for social justice.)
The initial idea for Collective Action came from Grace Ahn the week after the election. After reaching out to and brainstorming with the other four co-organizers, our auction was originally planned to take place in mid-December at a small local bar with about 10 artists and a fundraising goal of $2,500. After a single call-to-artists on Facebook, however, we collectively received messages from well over 150 local artists who were interested in contributing work. Elated, we then pushed back the auction to the week of Trump’s inauguration, when we feel people’s discontentment at the reality of Trump’s Presidency will lead to an increased desire for protest and action. We found a much larger venue. And we raised our fundraising goal!
Some the amazing artists donating work to Collective Action include: Aubrie Costello, Adam Englehart, Joe Boruchow, Michelle Angela Ortiz, Ana Mañana, Amberella with Philadelphia Woodcraft Company, Angela McQuillen, Bianca DePietro, Dominic Episcopo, Alana Bograd, Catzie Vilayphonh, Felt+Fat, Jaiya Bhandari, Feminist Apparel, Monica O, Mackenzie Vaughan Pikaart, Gregory Maxim, Noah Levey, Brendan Lowry (aka Peopledelphia), Sam Heimer, Jessica Gamble, Krista Dedrick Lai, Kristin Schattenfield-Rein, Billy Cress, Sean 9 Lugo, Kelly Kozma, Jen Cleary, Sean Brown, Stephen Megargee, Low Level, Luke Cloran,Tamsen Wojtanowski, Shawn Hileman (aka Masthead Print Studio), Thomas Buildmore, Ryan Strand Greenberg, Emma Fried-Cassorla (aka Phil ly Love Notes), Sean Martorana, Zoe Cohen, Darla Jackson, and many many MANY more!
The minimum bids and ‘buy now’ prices for our 100+ donating artists’ work range widely, which means we will likely have work you can buy/bid on no matter what price range you’re working with.
Collective Action is a direct response to the election of Donald Trump and to the increasingly dangerous, self-serving people he has brought into his administration. We (the organizers) are eager to do something. To do something to combat what will likely be right-(possibly “alt-right”)-leaning policies. And to defend the progress we as a country have made, and fight for the progress we still need to make. We see that many other Philadelphians feel this same hunger for constructive action, and we invite anyone ready to defend progressive American values to join us!
Letters of Support from Non-Muslims

Al-Aqsa Islamic Society would like to extend our Thanks to all those who contacted the mosque in light of the recent election. Many have called the mosque and left messages, in addition to those who have emailed and offer their time, support, and donations. We put our trust in God and pray He will provide safety and tranquility for all. While there are millions who supported Trump and his hateful rhetoric, there are also millions who voted against him. We pray that all goodness in the world will prevail over evil. We Thank our neighbors and friends for their continued support. We ask that those who would like to help in efforts to learn more about Muslims, attend workshops and events, or donate to a cause that helps defend the rights of Muslims across the nation, to please check out CAIR organization. The Council on American Islamic Relations: CAIR-Philadelphia.
Tribute to Mahmud Ibrahim; caring father, loving husband, pioneer, peacemaker, and co-founder of Al-Aqsa Islamic Society
By Adab Ibrahim, daughter, and Outreach Coordinator at Al-Aqsa
Assallamu-Allaikum & Greetings! First, I would like to start by Thanking all those who have reached out to our family during the loss of my father. There are some who have sent cards, flowers and gifts. In addition to those who attended the funeral service and came to pay their respects at my family’s home. It was very heartwarming and comforting to see many of your familiar faces.
For those who knew my father, he was a kind and gentle man who people loved and respected. He dedicated his life to serving his community, raising his family, and worshipping Allah. He was a pillar of our community and the patriarch of our family. Alhamdullilah, we are grateful that he upheld a prosperous and meaningful life full of love and service to others.
Let me give you some background history of when my father first came to this country in the late 50’s. He began working as a factory worker and peddled housewares from the trunk of his car. He did so to not only to support himself, but his parents and siblings overseas. They nick-named him “Ikriyim, the generous one,” because of how much he gave of himself for his family. When he was able to go back to the Palestine to marry my mother in 1969, he helped bring her, and many of my uncles and aunts. Not only did he help bring his own family here, but he also helped bring my mother’s family here too. He helped develop one of the largest enclaves of Palestinian-Americans in Philadelphia, all within the confines of this South Kensington area. Soon, Arab-run businesses began to sprout which helped meet the needs of the community. It also gave us the chance to grow and prosper through a network of culture and tradition.
However, what he believed was missing was a mosque and community center that would be able to provide broader services. There was a small mosque on Girard Avenue called the Albanian Mosque which soon began to overflow with the influx of Palestinian families. It simply was not large enough to hold the increase of congregants, which is when he began looking for a new place of worship. He teamed up with a few other family members and when they spotted this location. They made a good deal, then all chipped in and purchased it. Even though it was a rough area full of crime and blight, they knew this building was full of potential. As many of you know, this old furniture warehouse has been converted into a mecca of Islamic society. It offers a mosque, full-time accredited school, preschool, mini market, gated parking, playground and outdoor seating area. Not to forget to mention, is one of the finest examples of Islamic Art in the city Thanks to Jane Golden, and the Mural Arts program. It is also our home to the Interfaith Peacewalk group which helps create a space for developing peace and unity each month. As you can see, it is no longer full of blight and crime; rather, it is full of life, community, and faith.
If you didn’t know my father, I am sure you may have seen him around the mosque. He was an older man, with gentle eyes, a warm smile, and a cane. He only used the cane for two reasons; one was to fend off stray dogs and the other was to help guide his way around the neighborhood. Many people did not actually know that he became legally blind about 20 years ago from complications of Diabetes. He did not want people to sense his disability so they wouldn’t treat him differently. However, for every prayer time he walked to the mosque by himself, we would pray to Allah to protect him. We always feared for his safety, especially crossing the streets.
He also served on the board member since Al Aqsa’s inception in 1992. He has been to most meetings, held on Friday after prayers. He was so committed to his prayers and meetings, that if he missed a Friday, the entire community would inquire about him.
In the family, he truly was the generous one, not only through his giving, but through his offering his time and effort in helping resolve problems in the family. My father was the person that people came to arbitrate family quarrels. This was not an easy task, and it was reserved for those who uphold qualities of strong faith and fair judgement. Even though he suffered with some health issues, he would still invest the time at the expense of his health to help create peace within the family.
Well, at this point, if you still don’t know my father, you may have heard his voice making the call to prayer called the “athan.” He called the prayers two to three times a day for the past 25 years. If you have been here before, you must have heard his voice at least one time?
To understand the kind of leader he was, so many have compared him to the fictional mobster figure, the “GodFather” but without all the crime. He was one of the oldest leaders of the family, who helped guide everyone to be faithful, upright, and hardworking citizens. If a family member went against the family moral code or did something to jeopardize the standing of the family, it was he who would arrange to help straighten things out and ultimately decide what be done. My father had a practical approach that goes along the lines of compassion and guidance.
So many tell me how my father was such a wonderful man. After he passed, so many family and friends told us that our loss was their loss. He happened to be that father-like figure, the favorite uncle, the favorite grandfather, that special friend to so many people. I heard so many stories about him I did not know. And somehow, after he passed, I had the chance to know him through the eyes of others. I am so grateful for all those who shared your stories about him.
Dad’s funeral was one that one of the largest the community has ever witnessed. There were friends, imams, and family members who travelled from overseas and across the nation to pay their respects.
His funeral was estimated to have over 2000 people, with over 500 vehicles and three police escorts to the cemetery. The quickness and efficiency of how everyone proceeded to the cemetery about 13 miles away is a miracle within itself. It is reported what when a Muslim’s funeral procession occurs swiftly and flows smoothly it is also a blessing from Allah. However, what was truly remarkable was in the midst of the August heat, as they were preparing my father for the burial, a massive cloud patch covered the entire area where the men stood. It was such a phenomenon, that there are pictures of some men pointing to the sky. Subhan Allah, this huge cloud provided cover for all them. It protected them from the summer’s glaring sun up until the burial was completed. Then, the massive cloud went away just as swiftly as it appeared. The cloud is yet another blessed sign bestowed from Allah. We hope that Allah is pleased with him and that he was on the path of mercy and good tidings.
After the burial, for three consecutive days of the funeral, local leaders, clergy, family, and friends
took turns to share their feelings about a man whom they respected, whom they revered, and who embodied all that was good. This outpour of love and respect touched our hearts in a way that made us feel his loss even greater. We began to discover how many people’s lives he actually touched.
Even his cat missed him dearly. His cat moved off the bed to where he used sleep by my mother, to outstretch on the floor where my dad used to pray to smell his scent. The cat moaned and would not eat properly for over six weeks. He became so emancipated we thought the cat might die! Whenever we saw the cat prowling, losing weight, and meowing, it made us grieve even harder.
Looking back, I ponder about how my father spent his final hours. It was a Thursday night, the evening of the blessed Jummuah. How fortunate he was to have called the athan prayers, made his prayers in congregation, and walked home from worship right before his fateful accident.
That evening, something compelled the next door neighbor to look out the door. Typically, Bob isn’t home at that time, but when he looked out, he found my dad on the lying on the ground. He immediately called an ambulance and contacted my brothers who work only a few blocks away. As soon as my two brothers arrived, they found him sitting up, and began asking him if he was okay. But, dad couldn’t answer them because he was already engaged in a prayer. When they realized he was making prayers, my brother Yousef asked the paramedics to politely wait until he finished. Normally, if someone has an accident, they would signal for help. However, my father didn’t panic or shriek for help when he fell and severely injured the back of his head. Rather, he decided to make one last pray to Allah instead. No one knew that he would meet his maker just 10 hours later. Perhaps, maybe he did?
A few weeks after my father’s funeral, I happened to stop in the Al Aqsa mini market. They were telling me about the last day my father was there and how he was asking for everyone to forgive him. That alarmed them, because it was unlikely for him to do anything to warrant such a request. So was asking for forgiveness, because it was also “sacred” sign. As if somehow, dad knew it was his last day in this world. After he finished Maghreb prayers, there is footage of my father on the mosque surveillance camera. He was seen walking down Jefferson St, then stopping for a moment to glance back at the mosque. It was like someone looking upon their beloved for one last time.
A day later, there was a family friend who was coming from out of town, who needed my parent’s address. When they googled the house number, there happens to be a satellite image of my dad opening the front door of his home. Although the image was quite a surprise, but not the fact he was caught in front of his home. Everyone knows that the two places he spent the most time was at the mosque and his home. Fate had it that his fatal fall occurred on his dear street and in front of his beloved home. I pray God rest his soul and provide him with a better, more heavenly place he deserves!
For those who referred to you as Mahmud, Abu Al Adeeb, Uncle Jimmy, Ikriyim, Sidy, or simply Dad; you will be remembered for all you did for your family, your community, and your sincerity to Allah. May Allah forgive your sins, have mercy on your soul, and grant you Jannat Al Fardous, the highest paradise. Ameen.
لذكرى محمود ابراهيم، اب عطوف، زوج محب، رياديّ في مجتمعه، داعية للسلام، ومن مؤسسي جمعية الاقصى الاسلامية.
كتابة – ابنته آداب ام ايمن ترجمة- فدوى كشكش
بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم
سلام ورحمة عليكم من الله…
• أودُّ ان أتقدم بجزيل الشكر والامتنان لكل من حضر وقدّم التعازي لعائلتي بفقدان والدي (ابو الاديب) رحمه الله… ولكل من أرسل هدايا او زهوراً… ولجميع من شارك في صلاة الجنازة… ورافق موكب الجنازة الى مثواه الاخير.
• فالذين يعرفون والدي عن قرب… توسموا فيه طيبة قلبه… ولطف معشره… وروحه المرحة… وحكمته في تدبر الامور… وتقواه وتقربه من الله… كما انه كان ركناً وعموداً راسخاً للجالية ولعائلته… لقد كان رحمه الله قدوةً حسنةً
لجميع افراد عائلته وأهله…
• سأعود بكم الى الماضي… الى الفترة التي وطأت بها قدم والدي هذه الارض الطيبة… امريكا.. في نهاية الخمسينات… وقد تدرّج والدي في عدة اعمال… كان عاملاً بمصنع… ثم عمل كبائع متجول بسيارته لبيع الادوات المنزلية… ولم يكن يعمل لأجل نفسه… بل كان همه الاكبر هو مساندة ومساعدة والديه واشقاءه في بلدته وراء
البحار.. وأصبح اسمه الرمزي (اكريم).
• وعندما اصبح قادراً على العودة الى بلدته في فلسطين …عقد قرانه على والدتي في عام 1969… وساعد اهلها بالقدوم الى امريكا والاستقرار في فيلادلفيا… وقام بأنشاء أكبر تجمع للجالية الفلسطينية- الأمريكية فيها… وبدأت الاعمال التجارية للجالية تنمو وتزدهر من خلال شبكة من الثقافة والتقاليد.
• لقد ادرك رحمه الله بما وهبه الله من حسّ وايمان صادق ان ما يفتقده مجتمعه مسجداً … وديوان لتدبر امور الجالية… حيث كان افراد الجالية العربية يؤدون الصلاة في مسجد صغير تابع للجالية الألبانية على شارع جيرارد.. ومع تزايد عدد المصلين أصبح المسجد لا يتسع لهذا العدد المتزايد.. فأخذ والدي على عاتقه مع افراد من العائلة بالبحث والتقصي عن موقع لتحويله الى مسجد.. وبعد البحث وقع اختيارهم على مخزن قديم لبيع الاثاث… ومع ان المنطقة كانت مرتعاً للفساد والجريمة الا ان هذا الامر لم يثني عزم والدي وافراد العائلة من شراء المخزن… وما كاد الخبر ينتشر بين افراد الجالية حتى اقبل الجميع على التبرع كل حسب مقدرته… وهكذا وبمشيئة من الله وبعزم من والدي وافراد العائلة والجالية تحول هذا المخزن القديم الى مسجد … وأطلق عليه مسجد الأقصى…تيمناً بالمسجد الاقصى في القدس الشريف.. ومرت السنين وأصبح مسجد الاقصى يؤمه الكثير من المصلين.. وأصبح منارة للهداية
والعلم.. فقد ألحق بالمسجد مدرسة، وروضة اطفال، ودكان ومطعم عربي يجد فيه المصلين وطلاب وطالبات المدرسة حاجتهم. وملعب للطلبة … وموقف واسع للسيارات..
• اننا نتقدم بالشكر الجزيل للسيدة Jane Golden جين جولدن ولجمعية الجداريات الفنية Mural Artsالتي ساهمت بتزيين جدران المسجد بالزخارف الإسلامية … وبذلك أصبح اول مسجداً في فيلادلفيا تزخرف جدرانه
الخارجية بالزخارف الإسلامية.
• كما نتقدم بالشكر والعرفان للسيدة سوزان تيجن Susan Teegan و جمعية آرت ول Artwell التي ساهمت في خلق روح من التسامح والسلام والتعاون بين افراد الحي… من جميع الفئات الدينية، وهكذا تحول هذا المخزن القديم وما حوله من اوكار… الى منارة تضئ الحي مشاركاً المراكز الدينية الاخرى بالدعوة للإخاء والمحبّة والسّلام.
• لا تعرف والدي؟؟ … إذا كنت تتمشى في شارع چيڤرسون او كنت في انحاء المسجد، ورأيت رجلاً يتمشى في تلك الارجاء…فذلك الكهل هو والدي …الحاج محمود (ابو الاديب) … ستعرفه بوجهه السمح، ونظرة عينيه اللطيفتين…وعصاه.. التي يستعملها لغرضين.. اولهما لأبعاد الكلاب الضالة.. وثانيهما ليتحسس طريقه من البيت الى المسجد، ومن المسجد الى البيت (احبّ مكانين الى نفسه).. والدي وبسبب مرض السكري فقد بصره تقريباً، فمنذ عشرين سنه وهو يعاني من تعقيدات هذا المرض مما أثّر على بصره. واستعمل العصى حتى لا يُشعر احداً بعجزه، ولكن هذا العجز لم يؤثر على همته ونشاطه في الذهاب الى المسجد في مواعيد الصلاة سواء ليعلن الآذان او للإقامة الصلاة، فقد كان يؤذن للصلاة ويقيم الصلاة معظم ايام الاسبوع منذ مدة 25 سنه.
• وكان والدي رحمه الله عضواً في جمعية الاقصى منذ نشأتها 1992… فبعد ان يؤدي كل جمعة الصلاة ؛ يحرص على الانضمام الى اجتماع المجلس… واذا حصل وغاب عن الاجتماع يفتقده الاعضاء … ويسألون عنه…
• اما بالنسبة للعائلة فهو (اكريم) ليس صفة لكرمه وعطاءه فحسب… وانما لأنه لا يبخل على أحد من وقته. فتراه متواجداً ليكون الحكم لحل اي سوء تفاهم يحدث بين افراد العائلة او الجالية.. يفعل ذلك حتى ولو على حساب صحته.. لقد كان حقاً (الاب الروحي) الذي قاد افراد العائلة الى طريق النجاح والصلاح.. وان يكونوا مواطنين
يعملون بجد.. ومن يحيد عن هذا الطريق كان والدي من يقرر كيف يعالج هذا الوضع بشيء من الرحمة والتوجيه.
• وكأب لي… فقد كان ملهمي ومثالي الاعلى الذي احبّ …وأكنّ له الاحترام… وكان يبادلني هذا الحبّ بحبّ… كم كنت محظوظة وممتنّة انه كان والدٌ حكيم وعطوف، لقد كان لي سنداً في كل ما سعيت اليه…مانحاً لي الثقة بالنفس. ولم يكن يعاملني الا كما يعامل اخوتي الأربعة…وعندما كنت طفلة ولأني البكر لوالدي. منحني هذا الوضع تحمل مسؤوليات كثيرة…… مما عزز في نفسي الثقة وروح القيادة.. وبما اكتسبته من خبرات من خلال توجيهات والدي ووالدتي….. زادني ثقة وقوة.. بالإضافة الى كيف احبّ واغفر بسرعة..
• هناك اوقات عندما كان اصدقائي ومعارفي يصادفون والدي في الطريق او في مناسبة ….فيحيونه (بأبو آداب) ويعاملونه بكل احترام لأنه وبكل بساطه والد آداب… وكان هذا يزيده افتخاراً بابنته وحسن اخلاقها… فيردد: الله يرضى عليكي.
•كانت جنازة والدي من اكبر الجنازات التي شهدتها الجالية، فقد شارك فيها الاصدقاء وأئمة المساجد،
وافراد العائلة الذين توافدوا من الخارج ومن جميع انحاء الولايات ليقدموا العزاء بفقيدنا الغالي. وقد قُدّر عدد المرافقين للفقيد لمثواه الاخير الى المقبرة ب 2000 رجل و500 سيارة، وثلاث سيارات شرطة… لقد كانت معجزة حقاً كيف استطاع هذا العدد من المرافقين. ان يقطعوا مسافة 13 ميلاً بسرعة وكفاءة، انها رحمة من الله سبحانه وتعالى.
• ومما لفت نظر الجميع انه وفي اثناء مراسم الدفن فقد ظهرت سحابة غطت المرافقين والمعروف ان شهر آب(اغسطس) من اشد اشهر السنه حرارة …. لكن رحمة اخرى من الله سبحانه وتعالى ان غطت هذه السحابة رؤوس المرافقين حتى تمت مراسم الدفن.. نعمة من الله.. ربي اجعل مثواه جنات الفردوس.
• وقد توافد للتعزية ولمدة ثلاثة أيام متتالية قادة محليين، ورجال دين، وافراد العائلة والجالية والاصدقاء. هذا الحب المتدفق من جميع من يعزّه ويقدّره… زادنا يقيناً كم كان لوالدي تأثيره في حياة الناس من حولنا.
• حتى قطّه المنزلي استفقده … فكان يموء ويتحسس مكان نومه وسجادة صلاته… ولا يأكل الا القليل حتى حسبنا انه سيموت… وهذا ما زادنا حزناً.
• كان يوم خميس يوم فرح للعائلة …(حفلة حنّة) ولوضع والدي ككبير العائلة فكان هو من يأخذ بيد العروس ويدخلها الى قاعة العرس…… كان هذا تقليد درج عليه والدي لكل عروس في العائلة… ولكن في ذلك الخميس اصرّ والدي على البقاء لوحده في البيت.. اتساءل؟؟ هل الهمة الله ذلك؟؟ لا شك ان رب السماوات والارض يحبه.. فقد كان حظ ابي عظيماً اذ ذهب الى المسجد ليؤذن لصلاة المغرب ثم ليقيم الصلاة وعاد الى بيته لتزل قدمه على عتبة بيته الذي احبه.. وقادماً من المسجد الذي يحبه.. وها هو قد ختم رحلة حياته في المكانين الاكثر حبا الى نفسه.
• وعندما اعود بذاكرتي الى يوم الوفاة. وكيف قضى والدي آخر ساعاته في هذه الحياة الدنيا.. وكما ذكرت سابقاً فقد ادى صلاة المغرب وعاد الى البيت.. وقد زلت قدمه امام عتبة بيته وسقط ارضاً على مؤخرة رأسه..
•القدر… لاشئ يقف امام القدر… فلكل اجل كتاب… وهذا هو الايمان… لقد كان ربي رحيماً بوالدي… ودلالة رحمته ان جارنا Bob( بوب) الذي ليس من عادته التواجد في منزله مثل تلك الساعة.. كان في تلك الساعة متواجداً … ويروي بوب لنا ما حصل، ان شيئاً ما اجبره ان يفتح باب منزله وينظر الى الخارج.. وهناك رأى والدي منطرحاً ارضاً.. ركض نحوه وطلب سيارة الاسعاف في الحال.. واتصل بإخوتي في مكان عملهم حيث جاءوا سريعاً، فوجدوا ابي جالساً يؤدي الصلاة.. ولم يقاطعوه.. وطلبوا من المسعفين ان يترووا قليلاً حتى ينهي صلاته… من كان يظن ان هذه الساعات القلائل هي آخر ساعاته في هذه الدني؟؟
• من المفارقات التي حصلت مع والدي رحمه الله في يوم وفاته، انه مرّ على السوق المركزي الملحق بالمسجد وهناك طلب من الجميع ان يسامحوه ان كان اخطأ بحقّ ايّ منهم.
• وعندما كان متجهاً الى البيت بعد الصلاة ، فقد رصدته كاميرا الحيّ وهو يلتفت بوجهه الى جهة المسجد وكأنه يودع الحيّ والمسجد!
• وكذلك روى بعض الاصدقاء الذين حضروا من ولاية أخرى انهم وعندما استخدموا خدمة الاقمار الاصطناعية من خلال Google Maps) …) للوصول الى عنوان بيتنا قالوا: لقد وجدنا مفاجأة!!!… صورة لأبو الاديب يفتح باب بيته.. ومع ان الصورة كانت مفاجأة! حقيقة انه كان امام بيته دائماً ليس بمفاجأة …لأن الكل يعرف ان اعزّ مكانين لديه (المسجد وبيته)
• لكل من كان ينادي والدي: ابي، ابو الاديب، العم جيمي، خالي، اكريم، سيدي او بكل بساطه يا حج.. سوف تبقى حيّاً في ذاكرة عائلتك ومجتمعك لما قدمته في حياتك لهم من خدمات.. وكذلك لا خلاصك وتقربك من الله عسى ربي ان يغفر لك ويرحمك ويجعل مثواك الفردوس الاعلى من الجنّة. آمين.
والدي وحبّه للحيوانات والرأفة به
في يوم الدفن تعرفنا على (القط الغامض) لقد لاحظنا وجود قطّ ابيض الشعر ذو عينان خضراوان.. يقف في المكان الذي كان يجلس فيه والدي.. ويتفحص كل قادم الى المسجد.. حتى انه دخل الى المصلى يبحث بين صفوف المصلين عن والدي.. لم نكن نعلم ان والدي كان على علاقة مع هذا القط الغامض.. وقد تذكرت والدتي انها كانت تلاحظ على والدي اثناء تناوله الطعام، كان يأخذ قطعة دجاج او ما بقي من توالي الطعام ويلفه بورقة بحرص ويدسه في جيبه.. دون لفت الانتباه له…ولم تسأله والدتي لماذا يفعل هذا الشئ …ولكن وفي الليلة الاولى بعد الدفن، جاء هذا القط الغامض واخذ يحوم حول والدتي
.. والكل مستغرب لماذا يقوم بهذا العمل؟ هل لازال هناك رائحة لوالدي؟؟ عند هذه اللحظة اخذت والدتي بالبكاء حيث تذكرت والدي وعلاقته مع هذا القط الغامض الذي لم تشاهده من قبل، ولكن الظاهر ان في حياة والدي كان اكثر من قط!
لقد لفت هذا القط وتصرفاته نظر جميع الموجودين، فقاموا بالمسح على جسمه او حمله حتى ان بعضهم اخذ صور سلفي معه! ولكن القط ظل يموء لافتقاده والدي …ولم يهتم لكيس الطعام الكبير الذي احضرناه له.
رحمك الله يا والدي الحبيب.. ربي اغفر لي ولوالدي وللمؤمنين يوم يقوم الحساب. آمين.
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