10 tips for a happy married life - based on Qu'ran and hadith

We have not seen anything that creates LoVe between two individuals such as nikah".

01 - FEAR ALLAH :- It was the noble practice of Nabi (صلى الله عليه وسلم) to make the spouses aware of the fear of ALLAH, before performing a Nikah by reciting the verses (Al Nisa 14, Al Ahzab 69, Aali imran 101).

02 - NEVER BE ANGRY AT THE SAME TIME :- Anger is d root cause for all marital disputes. So "Control your anger".

03 - IF ONE HAS WIN AN ARGUMENT, LET IT BE THE OTHER:- Nabi e kareem (صلى الله عليه وسلم) Said, "Whoever discards an argument despite being correct shall earn a palace in the center of Jannah" (Mishkat pg.412).

04 - IF U HAVE to CRITICIZE, DO IT LOVINGLY:- Nabi (S.A.W) Said, "A Mu'min is a mirror for a Mu'min" (Abu Dawood vol 2, pg 325 imdadiya) (Advice with Dignity & Silently).

05 - NEVER SHOUT AT EACH OTHER UNLESS THE HOUSE IS ON FIRE:- Luqman (a.s) while offering advice to his son Said, "And lower your voice for verily d most disliked voice is that of a donkey" (Surah luqman19).

06 - NEVER BRING UP MISTAKES OF THE PAST :- Nabi (صلى الله عليه وسلم) Said, "Whoever conceals the faults of others, Allah shall conceals his faults on the day of Qayam'ah".

07. NEGLECT THE WHOLE WORLD RATHER THAN YOUR MARRIAGE PARTNER :- Nabi (صلى الله عليه وسلم) Confirmed d advice of Salman (رضي الله عنه) for neglecting his wife, "verily there is a right of your wife over you"(Nasai 2391).

08 - NEVER SLEEP WITH AN ARGUMENT UNSETTLED:- Hazrat Abu Bakar (رضي الله عنه) resolved his dispute with his wife over feeding the guest before going to bed (Bukhari 602).

09 - AT LEAST, ONCE EVERY DAY, EXPRESS YOUR GRATITUDE TO YOUR PARTNER :- Nabi (صلى الله عليه وسلم)
Said, "Whoever doesn't show gratitude to the people has not shown gratitude to ALLAH"(Abu dawud pg. 662).

10 - WHEN U HAVE DONE SOMETHING WRONG, BE READY TO ADMIT IT AND ASK FOR FORGIVENESS:- Nabi (صلى الله عليه وسلم) Said,"All d son of Adam commit error. And d best of those are those who seek forgiveness" (Tirmidhi 2499).

There are many ways of increasing love between the couple, consider the following these 10 points to maintain a happy marriage & control d instincts of dispute...

Story of Fatema

This is a Courageous Story from a Muslim sister
to all our Muslim Ladies:
Is about Hijjab!
Story of Fatema in her own words:
I was sitting in my room and thanking Allah SWT
for making my dreams come true. Of course , this
is just the beginning, I thought to myself.
I had joined one of the best colleges in India ,
this was the only thing I had been thinking of for
last two years while studying and finally I was
here ... I was extremely Happy!!!
A week passed , and I was called to the dean's
office and He said, "You can't go to the
Laboratory (Lab) for your 'practicals' with your
Hijab, you should wear a Lab dress ( short shirt
with half sleeves and pant ) and you cannot wear
your head scarf either, coz' in the lab while
working with the equipment, your dress may
entangle or catch fire and your dress code is not
congenial to the lab environment"
I was taken aback, in a flash of a moment, all
my dreams were shattered …. The first thought
that came to my mind was "I CAN'T GIVE UP MY
HIJAB" and next came the question "Can I give up
my dream??? …"
I am not a girl who gives up easily, I decided to
fight….
I went to the principle and explained him my
situation and told him I will not take off my hijab
and I can't wear the Lab dress. However what I
can do is I can wear a Lab coat over my regular
dress along with my Head scarf… He said "NO,
we can't change our rules for one student. For
years, this is the rule and if you want to study
here , you will have to follow it.."
I kept insisting …...finally he said, "Go and speak
to the Head of the Department (HOD) of your
department and if he permits you, I have No
problem."
I came back to hostel and told this story to my
seniors, They all said.. "WHAT!!! Your HOD !!!…
Impossible .. Mr.Joshi is the Hitler of the college
and no student has ever dared to go and speak to
him.. He will reject you in a minute. The
principle didn’t want to PERMIT you, since you
insisted, he sent you to Mr.Joshi, cause he
knows Mr.Joshi will never allow you and no one
can argue with him. So Forget about it"
I was very sad but I had hope.. I prayed to Allah
SWT for help .
Next Morning, I went to my HOD Mr. Joshi's
room, OH GOD, How scary the moment was.. I
still remember it… I knocked the door, with his
strict and harsh voice , he said "Come in"…I
entered the room..he didn’t even look at me.. He
was reading something… while his head was in
the papers he said "What do you want?" With
shivering voice I said " I am a Muslim and my
religion doesn’t allow me to wear a lab dress
and I cant give up my Hijab. I need your
permission to wear my hijab in the lab."
As I said this, he looked at me and asked me
"Are you a Muslim ?"
I was surprised as he asked that, I said "Yes"
Next thing he said was " Permission granted "
and he signed a paper which I had brought with
me which says I have a permission to wear hijab
in lab and I don’t have to wear a lab dress,
instead I can wear a Lab coat
I was in tears… I was Happy.. Surprised…
shocked!!!
Then he asked me to sit and said don’t be
surprised… I know everything about Islam and I
respect them for their values.
Then he asked " Do you want to know how I
know about them?"
He started his story.. He said " When I was a
young boy , aroung 12 years old, and Hindus and
Muslims riots started off in India, Hindus were
killing Muslims and Muslims were killing Hindus.
We used to live in a Muslim area and our parents
were scared that Muslims would come and kills
us... The situation was bad . That time our
neighbors promised my parents that they'll keep
me with them till the situation becomes better
and my parents had no other option but to leave
me with them, and go to another town.
I stayed with them for almost a month and they
took care of me like their own son.. I saw them
praying, reciting Quran and abide by the laws of
Islam. Also just because, I was a Vegetarian, they
didn’t cook non-veg, till I was there. so that I
don’t feel uncomfortable. I still consider that lady
as my Mother. I know you people very well.
From now on, anyone says anything about your
Hijab, just tell them my Name and you will have
no problem"
Atakbir!
Indeed, after that day in my 4years of life, no one
ever said anything about my Hijab. I not only had
permission to wear my Hijab comfortably but now
I had some one to protect it….
Allahu Akbar!
Alhamdullilahi Rabbil A'alameen...
Dear friends, all I want to tell you is if you strive
in the way of Allah SWT, He definitely helps you
as promised. Is it not the grand plan of Allah
SWT, that a Muslim
family helped a 12 year old kid, who grew up to
become the HOD of department, who in turn
protects the Hijab of a Muslim girl…. Truly as told
by the ALLAH SWT, HE is the best planner."
Its never late… you can start Today.. and Allah
SWT will help you through means that you've
never imagined.
When you plan to do something to please Allah,
Allah will surely make a way for YOU.
ALHAMDULILLAH

Story of Fatema

This is a Courageous Story from a Muslim sister to all our Muslim Ladies:
Is about Hijjab!
Story of Fatema in her own words:
I was sitting in my room and thanking Allah SWT for making my dreams come true. Of course , this is just the beginning, I thought to myself.
I had joined one of the best colleges in India ,
this was the only thing I had been thinking of for last two years while studying and finally I was here ... I was extremely Happy!!!
A week passed , and I was called to the dean's office and He said, "You can't go to the Laboratory (Lab) for your 'practicals' with your Hijab, you should wear a Lab dress ( short shirt with half sleeves and pant ) and you cannot wear
your head scarf either, coz' in the lab while
working with the equipment, your dress may entangle or catch fire and your dress code is not congenial to the lab environment"
I was taken aback, in a flash of a moment, all
my dreams were shattered …. The first thought that came to my mind was "I CAN'T GIVE UP MY HIJAB" and next came the question "Can I give up my dream??? …"
I am not a girl who gives up easily, I decided to fight….
I went to the principle and explained him my
situation and told him I will not take off my hijab and I can't wear the Lab dress. However what I
can do is I can wear a Lab coat over my regular dress along with my Head scarf… He said "NO,
we can't change our rules for one student. For years, this is the rule and if you want to study here , you will have to follow it.."
I kept insisting …...finally he said, "Go and speak to the Head of the Department (HOD) of your department and if he permits you, I have No problem."
I came back to hostel and told this story to my seniors, They all said.. "WHAT!!! Your HOD !!!…Impossible .. Mr.Joshi is the Hitler of the college and no student has ever dared to go and speak to him.. He will reject you in a minute. The
principle didn’t want to PERMIT you, since you
insisted, he sent you to Mr.Joshi, cause he
knows Mr.Joshi will never allow you and no one can argue with him. So Forget about it"
I was very sad but I had hope.. I prayed to Allah SWT for help .
Next Morning, I went to my HOD Mr. Joshi's
room, OH GOD, How scary the moment was.. I still remember it… I knocked the door, with his strict and harsh voice , he said "Come in"…I entered the room..he didn’t even look at me.. He was reading something… while his head was in the papers he said "What do you want?" With shivering voice I said " I am a Muslim and my religion doesn’t allow me to wear a lab dress
and I cant give up my Hijab. I need your
permission to wear my hijab in the lab."
As I said this, he looked at me and asked me
"Are you a Muslim ?"
I was surprised as he asked that, I said "Yes"
Next thing he said was " Permission granted "
and he signed a paper which I had brought with me which says I have a permission to wear hijab in lab and I don’t have to wear a lab dress, instead I can wear a Lab coat
I was in tears… I was Happy.. Surprised…
shocked!!!
Then he asked me to sit and said don’t be
surprised… I know everything about Islam and I respect them for their values.
Then he asked " Do you want to know how I know about them?"
He started his story.. He said " When I was a
young boy , aroung 12 years old, and Hindus and Muslims riots started off in India, Hindus were
killing Muslims and Muslims were killing Hindus. We used to live in a Muslim area and our parents
were scared that Muslims would come and kills us... The situation was bad . That time our
neighbors promised my parents that they'll keep me with them till the situation becomes better and my parents had no other option but to leave me with them, and go to another town.
I stayed with them for almost a month and they took care of me like their own son.. I saw them praying, reciting Quran and abide by the laws of
Islam. Also just because, I was a Vegetarian, they didn’t cook non-veg, till I was there. so that I don’t feel uncomfortable. I still consider that lady as my Mother. I know y

Help

One day a man saw an old lady, stranded on the side of the road, but even in the dim light of day, he could see she needed help. So he pulled up in front of her Mercedes and got out. His Pontiac was still sputtering when he approached her. 

Even with the smile on his face, she looked worried. No one had stopped to help for the last hour or so. Was he going to hurt her? He didn't look safe; he looked poor and hungry. 

He could see that she was frightened, standing out there in the cold. He knew how she felt. It was that chill which only fear can put in you. 

He said, 'I'm here to help you, ma'am. Why don't you wait in the car where it's warm? By the way, my name is Bryan Anderson.' 

Well, all she had was a flat tire, but for an old lady, that was bad enough. Bryan crawled under the car looking for a place to put the jack, skinning his knuckles a time or two. Soon he was able to change the tire. But he had to get dirty and his hands hurt. 

As he was tightening up the lug nuts, she rolled down the window and began to talk to him. She told him that she was from St. Louis and was only just passing through. She couldn't thank him enough for coming to her aid. 

Bryan just smiled as he closed her trunk. The lady asked how much she owed him. Any amount would have been all right with her. She already imagined all the awful things that could have happened had he not stopped. Bryan never thought twice about being paid. This was not a job to him. This was helping someone in need, and God knows there were plenty, who had given him a hand in the past. He had lived his whole life that way, and it never occurred to him to act any other way. 

He told her that if she really wanted to pay him back, the next time she saw someone who needed help, she could give that person the assistance they needed, and Bryan added, 'And think of me.'

He waited until she started her car and drove off. It had been a cold and depressing day, but he felt good as he headed for home, disappearing into the twilight. 

A few miles down the road the lady saw a small cafe. She went in to grab a bite to eat, and take the chill off before she made the last leg of her trip home. It was a dingy looking restaurant. Outside were two old gas pumps. The whole scene was unfamiliar to her. The waitress came over and brought a clean towel to wipe her wet hair. She had a sweet smile, one that even being on her feet for the whole day couldn't erase. The lady noticed the waitress was nearly eight months pregnant, but she never let the strain and aches change her attitude. The old lady wondered how someone who had so little could be so giving to a stranger. Then she remembered Bryan .. 

After the lady finished her meal, she paid with a hundred dollar bill. The waitress quickly went to get change for her hundred dollar bill, but the old lady had slipped right out the door. She was gone by the time the waitress came back. The waitress wondered where the lady could be. Then she noticed something written on the napkin. 

There were tears in her eyes when she read what the lady wrote: 'You don't owe me anything. I have been there too. Somebody once helped me out, the way I'm helping you. If you really want to pay me back, here is what you do: Do not let this chain of love end with you.' 

Under the napkin were four more $100. 

Well, there were tables to clear, sugar bowls to fill, and people to serve, but the waitress made it through another day. That night when she got home from work and climbed into bed, she was thinking about the money and what the lady had written. How could the lady have known how much she and her husband needed it? With the baby due next month, it was going to be hard.... 

She knew how worried her husband was, and as he lay sleeping next to her, she gave him a soft kiss and whispered soft and low, 'Everything's going to be all right. I love you, Bryan Anderson.'

There is an old saying.. 'What goes around comes around.' Today I send you this story, and I'm asking you to pass it on. Let this light shine. God works in wonderful ways and sometimes puts people in our lives for a reason.

Don't delete it, don't return it...   Simply, pass it on to a friend, I just did...

Help

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One day a man saw an old lady, stranded on the side of the road, but even in the dim light of day, he could see she needed help. So he pulled up in front of her Mercedes and got out. His Pontiac was still sputtering when he approached her. 

Even with the smile on his face, she looked worried. No one had stopped to help for the last hour or so. Was he going to hurt her? He didn't look safe; he looked poor and hungry. 

He could see that she was frightened, standing out there in the cold. He knew how she felt. It was that chill which only fear can put in you. 

He said, 'I'm here to help you, ma'am. Why don't you wait in the car where it's warm? By the way, my name is Bryan Anderson.' 

Well, all she had was a flat tire, but for an old lady, that was bad enough. Bryan crawled under the car looking for a place to put the jack, skinning his knuckles a time or two. Soon he was able to change the tire. But he had to get dirty and his hands hurt. 

As he was tightening up the lug nuts, she rolled down the window and began to talk to him. She told him that she was from St. Louis and was only just passing through. She couldn't thank him enough for coming to her aid. 

Bryan just smiled as he closed her trunk. The lady asked how much she owed him. Any amount would have been all right with her. She already imagined all the awful things that could have happened had he not stopped. Bryan never thought twice about being paid. This was not a job to him. This was helping someone in need, and God knows there were plenty, who had given him a hand in the past. He had lived his whole life that way, and it never occurred to him to act any other way. 

He told her that if she really wanted to pay him back, the next time she saw someone who needed help, she could give that person the assistance they needed, and Bryan added, 'And think of me.'

He waited until she started her car and drove off. It had been a cold and depressing day, but he felt good as he headed for home, disappearing into the twilight. 

A few miles down the road the lady saw a small cafe. She went in to grab a bite to eat, and take the chill off before she made the last leg of her trip home. It was a dingy looking restaurant. Outside were two old gas pumps. The whole scene was unfamiliar to her. The waitress came over and brought a clean towel to wipe her wet hair. She had a sweet smile, one that even being on her feet for the whole day couldn't erase. The lady noticed the waitress was nearly eight months pregnant, but she never let the strain and aches change her attitude. The old lady wondered how someone who had so little could be so giving to a stranger. Then she remembered Bryan .. 

After the lady finished her meal, she paid with a hundred dollar bill. The waitress quickly went to get change for her hundred dollar bill, but the old lady had slipped right out the door. She was gone by the time the waitress came back. The waitress wondered where the lady could be. Then she noticed something written on the napkin. 

There were tears in her eyes when she read what the lady wrote: 'You don't owe me anything. I have been there too. Somebody once helped me out, the way I'm helping you. If you really want to pay me back, here is what you do: Do not let this chain of love end with you.' 

Under the napkin were four more $100. 

Well, there were tables to clear, sugar bowls to fill, and people to serve, but the waitress made it through another day. That night when she got home from work and climbed into bed, she was thinking about the money and what the lady had written. How could the lady have known how much she and her husband needed it? With the baby due next month, it was going to be hard.... 

She knew how worried her husband was, and as he lay sleeping next to her, she gave him a soft kiss and whispered soft and low, 'Everything's going to be all right. I love you, Bryan Anderson.'

There is an old saying.. 'What goes around comes around.' Today I send you this story, and I'm asking you to pass it on. Let this light shine. God works in wonderful ways and sometimes puts people in our lives for a reason.

Don't delete it, don't return it...   Simply, pass it on to a friend, I just did...��

Help

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One day a man saw an old lady, stranded on the side of the road, but even in the dim light of day, he could see she needed help. So he pulled up in front of her Mercedes and got out. His Pontiac was still sputtering when he approached her. 

Even with the smile on his face, she looked worried. No one had stopped to help for the last hour or so. Was he going to hurt her? He didn't look safe; he looked poor and hungry. 

He could see that she was frightened, standing out there in the cold. He knew how she felt. It was that chill which only fear can put in you. 

He said, 'I'm here to help you, ma'am. Why don't you wait in the car where it's warm? By the way, my name is Bryan Anderson.' 

Well, all she had was a flat tire, but for an old lady, that was bad enough. Bryan crawled under the car looking for a place to put the jack, skinning his knuckles a time or two. Soon he was able to change the tire. But he had to get dirty and his hands hurt. 

As he was tightening up the lug nuts, she rolled down the window and began to talk to him. She told him that she was from St. Louis and was only just passing through. She couldn't thank him enough for coming to her aid. 

Bryan just smiled as he closed her trunk. The lady asked how much she owed him. Any amount would have been all right with her. She already imagined all the awful things that could have happened had he not stopped. Bryan never thought twice about being paid. This was not a job to him. This was helping someone in need, and God knows there were plenty, who had given him a hand in the past. He had lived his whole life that way, and it never occurred to him to act any other way. 

He told her that if she really wanted to pay him back, the next time she saw someone who needed help, she could give that person the assistance they needed, and Bryan added, 'And think of me.'

He waited until she started her car and drove off. It had been a cold and depressing day, but he felt good as he headed for home, disappearing into the twilight. 

A few miles down the road the lady saw a small cafe. She went in to grab a bite to eat, and take the chill off before she made the last leg of her trip home. It was a dingy looking restaurant. Outside were two old gas pumps. The whole scene was unfamiliar to her. The waitress came over and brought a clean towel to wipe her wet hair. She had a sweet smile, one that even being on her feet for the whole day couldn't erase. The lady noticed the waitress was nearly eight months pregnant, but she never let the strain and aches change her attitude. The old lady wondered how someone who had so little could be so giving to a stranger. Then she remembered Bryan .. 

After the lady finished her meal, she paid with a hundred dollar bill. The waitress quickly went to get change for her hundred dollar bill, but the old lady had slipped right out the door. She was gone by the time the waitress came back. The waitress wondered where the lady could be. Then she noticed something written on the napkin. 

There were tears in her eyes when she read what the lady wrote: 'You don't owe me anything. I have been there too. Somebody once helped me out, the way I'm helping you. If you really want to pay me back, here is what you do: Do not let this chain of love end with you.' 

Under the napkin were four more $100. 

Well, there were tables to clear, sugar bowls to fill, and people to serve, but the waitress made it through another day. That night when she got home from work and climbed into bed, she was thinking about the money and what the lady had written. How could the lady have known how much she and her husband needed it? With the baby due next month, it was going to be hard.... 

She knew how worried her husband was, and as he lay sleeping next to her, she gave him a soft kiss and whispered soft and low, 'Everything's going to be all right. I love you, Bryan Anderson.'

There is an old saying.. 'What goes around comes around.' Today I send you this story, and I'm asking you to pass it on. Let this light shine. God works in wonderful ways and sometimes puts people in our lives for a reason.

Don't delete it, don't return it...   Simply, pass it on to a friend, I just did...��

Help

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One day a man saw an old lady, stranded on the side of the road, but even in the dim light of day, he could see she needed help. So he pulled up in front of her Mercedes and got out. His Pontiac was still sputtering when he approached her. 

Even with the smile on his face, she looked worried. No one had stopped to help for the last hour or so. Was he going to hurt her? He didn't look safe; he looked poor and hungry. 

He could see that she was frightened, standing out there in the cold. He knew how she felt. It was that chill which only fear can put in you. 

He said, 'I'm here to help you, ma'am. Why don't you wait in the car where it's warm? By the way, my name is Bryan Anderson.' 

Well, all she had was a flat tire, but for an old lady, that was bad enough. Bryan crawled under the car looking for a place to put the jack, skinning his knuckles a time or two. Soon he was able to change the tire. But he had to get dirty and his hands hurt. 

As he was tightening up the lug nuts, she rolled down the window and began to talk to him. She told him that she was from St. Louis and was only just passing through. She couldn't thank him enough for coming to her aid. 

Bryan just smiled as he closed her trunk. The lady asked how much she owed him. Any amount would have been all right with her. She already imagined all the awful things that could have happened had he not stopped. Bryan never thought twice about being paid. This was not a job to him. This was helping someone in need, and God knows there were plenty, who had given him a hand in the past. He had lived his whole life that way, and it never occurred to him to act any other way. 

He told her that if she really wanted to pay him back, the next time she saw someone who needed help, she could give that person the assistance they needed, and Bryan added, 'And think of me.'

He waited until she started her car and drove off. It had been a cold and depressing day, but he felt good as he headed for home, disappearing into the twilight. 

A few miles down the road the lady saw a small cafe. She went in to grab a bite to eat, and take the chill off before she made the last leg of her trip home. It was a dingy looking restaurant. Outside were two old gas pumps. The whole scene was unfamiliar to her. The waitress came over and brought a clean towel to wipe her wet hair. She had a sweet smile, one that even being on her feet for the whole day couldn't erase. The lady noticed the waitress was nearly eight months pregnant, but she never let the strain and aches change her attitude. The old lady wondered how someone who had so little could be so giving to a stranger. Then she remembered Bryan .. 

After the lady finished her meal, she paid with a hundred dollar bill. The waitress quickly went to get change for her hundred dollar bill, but the old lady had slipped right out the door. She was gone by the time the waitress came back. The waitress wondered where the lady could be. Then she noticed something written on the napkin. 

There were tears in her eyes when she read what the lady wrote: 'You don't owe me anything. I have been there too. Somebody once helped me out, the way I'm helping you. If you really want to pay me back, here is what you do: Do not let this chain of love end with you.' 

Under the napkin were four more $100. 

Well, there were tables to clear, sugar bowls to fill, and people to serve, but the waitress made it through another day. That night when she got home from work and climbed into bed, she was thinking about the money and what the lady had written. How could the lady have known how much she and her husband needed it? With the baby due next month, it was going to be hard.... 

She knew how worried her husband was, and as he lay sleeping next to her, she gave him a soft kiss and whispered soft and low, 'Everything's going to be all right. I love you, Bryan Anderson.'

There is an old saying.. 'What goes around comes around.' Today I send you this story, and I'm asking you to pass it on. Let this light shine. God works in wonderful ways and sometimes puts people in our lives for a reason.

Don't delete it, don't return it...   Simply, pass it on to a friend, I just did...��