How a Nightclub Owner Became the Muezzin of Kaaba.
Amazing event
The story of Abdullah, the owner of a night club in Somalia, who became the muezzin of the Kaaba
I was a famous singer but then when I became a nightclub owner, I would sing there and the hotels and nightclubs in Mogadishu would offer more money for my bookings.
To enliven the nights, to make people happy and to make myself more popular, I would perform new plays. Earning money through nude dances, obscene dialogues and love songs has become our life goal.
When these things are available then Satan is very happy.
Spoiled families, their rich girls and boys, alcohol, drugs, heroin were all available. Dance bars were full because of us.
We had a large group of evil people around us to achieve Satan's goals.
We also spent all our efforts in destroying Islamic values and promoting satanic councils. We were Muslims by name only. How many European countries have I travelled to without the Islamic spirit? There I was singing in night clubs, highlighting the art of Somalia, to make the West happy that we are a progressive nation, my faith, Islam and morals went out... But my pocket was filled.
In 1983 my father chose a girl from his own family. Shaken well. Television newspapers
Media representatives gathered. It was definitely a memorable wedding.
During the marriage I realised that my wife was not as happy and proud as a girl should be happy and proud after marrying a famous man like me.
I put it down to her natural modesty. Many times I saw that when I come home in the morning, my wife is awake and usually she has the Holy Quran in her hand which she is reciting.
He used to inform me with desire. How many girls and girls called me today who are admirers of my art? My wife would listen to these things with distaste and would pray for guidance for me.
During this time, I would call the Fajr prayer and she would go to the mosque. While I used to sleep without praying.
Whenever I would mention to her about the night club, talking there, mentioning my earnings, worrying about the bank balance, she would reply by saying that provision is only from Allah.
Five years had passed since our marriage. I was constantly "indulging in my art and debauchery and living without prayer and worship. . . . Then suddenly it was 1988, there was a commotion in my life.
This is what my wife told me. I can never live with a person who is not loyal to my Lord.
The earning of the one who does not offer namaz is forbidden, and the one who comes home at the time of Fajr, I could not even imagine that my wife could think like this for me. Anyway, the fight started at home. I listened to his words.
A few days passed, and one day when I entered the house, "Fajr call to prayer was being made. The call to prayer was being raised in the mosques of the city. Everywhere Allahu Akbar ... Ishod in la ilaha ila Allah hai ali sallaat was resounding.
When he went to his room to sleep, my wife said: "Why don't you go to the mosque to pray? Have you not heard the call to prayer?
It was the first time in my life that someone asked me to pray. At that moment I thought about praying to myself, my body trembled.
His wife's voice echoed in his ears again and again. At the time, the Muslims were heading towards the mosque. Why don't you go to the mosque? This is a call from Rehman.
This is an invitation from Almighty God and then the conflict between good and evil occurred in my mind. The voice of nature is raised, how beautiful is your name...... Abdullah..... You are the servant of Allah. But no....... you have become the disciples of Satan. You have never bowed before your master.
How long will you live, how long will life last, how long will youth last? The past came in front of me ..... Conscience began to blame ....... But immediately the club's banter, the television screen stage, fame, honour ... should I listen to the wife? Leave this job? I have worked hard and struggled to get this position. Thinking about this, I fell asleep as usual.
In the evening I changed my clothes. "Prepared to go to the club..." My wife whispered in my ear with tears in her eyes.
She was saying just sit down... Just listen to me... Isn't our Raziq Allah? One morsel of halal is better than thousands of morsels of haram
It seems to me like a wife's voice... her "conversation"... her words... sure are true. There is truth in them... this is nature's voice. There are... but... my art... my voice... my fame?...... I ran fast lest I should listen to my wife.
I was following my wife's words on the way, "I reached the door of the night club. Meanwhile, it was time for Isha prayer. The beautiful and touching voice of the muezzin echoed in my ears... .Hai ..... على الصلاة ..... حى على الفلاح
I remembered my wife's advice... "Allah's mercy and zeal" began to settle under the cloud of immorality and disbelief... The heat of faith and the strength of Islam began to grow stronger... And then I turned from the nightclub to the mosque.
I entered the mosque, performed ablution. Jamaat was going on, I prayed. Some worshipers recognized me. Someone is shaking hands, someone is greeting from a distance. Smiles on their faces and my face is beaming with happiness. Alhamdulillah I have nurtured nature.
Someone gave me a copy of Sahih Bukhari as a gift. "It was a pleasure for me now ... I got into my expensive new model car. It turned towards home instead of the night club. My wife. Who used to see me coming home to Fajr... Today she was watching me at home after Isha.
She moved towards my wife. Begum... Congratulations to you... I today. I have repented with songs. I have given three divorces to the life of debauchery and licentiousness.
I have truly repented. I have repented, praise be to Allah.
I was there, in which I felt like I had started a new life.
The first thing I did was the studio, which the owner used to record songs, which had state-of-the-art machines collected from all over the world.
I have been doing... I have dedicated this studio to Dawat-i-Allah so that now cassettes of the Holy Quran, speeches of scholars and Islamic hymns will be recorded here. ... I came to an average house. Now my time has started passing in my house.
I had only one desire...one quest.....I became attached to the Qur'an circle.....now I wanted to memorise the Holy Qur'an.
In 1990, Abdullah decided to leave his homeland and then he came to visit this house for the first time
The yearning to visit and circumambulate is in the heart of every Muslim in the world. He reached Makkah, his blessed wife was also with him.
When he performed Umrah, his faith increased further. Some of the good people in Makkah came to know that they were aware of him..... his previous life...... his past...... his firmness in Islam... .. And then they took Abdullah by the hand and honoured him.
In a short time of his sponsorship, he memorised ten parts of the Qur'an.
Now he was a preacher of the faith of Islam, of the Qur'an, of the Hadith, then he came to Makkah to perform Umrah many times during this time.
Then he got an opportunity as a muezzin in the holy mosque of this blessed and holy city in Makkah in this land of Haram.
Abdullah is still a preacher, he is the muezzin of the voice of Islam, whether it is in Saudi Arabia or in Somalia, he is performing the duty of calling to Allah everywhere, and how many sinners and wrongdoers have repented at his hands and They have made their lives according to the Qur'an and Sunnah so that they too can be blessed with real happiness just like Abdullah has achieved happiness.
The statement of the Messenger of Allah is absolutely right.
Allah u Akbar
0 Comments