Tuesday, April 5

AL-LAUH'UL-MAHFOOZ

Al-Lauhul Mahfuz - the sacred Book of Fate
( Dr.Omar Lum )
Dreams and the Sacred Tablet

In the Sacred Tablet ( AlLauhul Mahfuz) Allah swt. has written all the events that will take place in the Universe from the beginning of time till the end of time. Some scholars refuse to speculate on the nature of the AlLauhul Mahfuz. Other scholars say that the Sacred Tablet has events that are predestined and fore-ordained engraved on it in a manner that nobody can see the writing with his/her own eyes.
Imam Ghazali gives the example of a Quran reciter who has memorised the Holy Quran .
The words of the Holy Quran are engraved in the reciters brain. Yet if you dissect the reciters brain you cannot find a single physical trace of the Quran. According to Imam Ghazali, the spiritual heart can be conceptualised as a clean, spotless mirror. Similarly, the Sacred Tablet (Al-Lauhul Mahfuz) can also be conceptualised as another spotless mirror.

Most people have a veil over their hearts due to imperfections in character resulting from diseases of the soul. Passions and temptations are screens between the two mirrors. Where there is no veil between the two mirrors it is possible with the permission of Allah swt. for the spiritual heart to get a reflection of part of the AlLauhul Mahfuz.
During sleep, all the input from the various senses are diminished considerably and hence, they do not exercise any adverse effect on the soul. Sleep keeps the brain free from being pre-occupied with the processing of all sensory input that normally bombards the brain during the waking hours. Instead of being totally inactive, the brain remains partially active during sleep.
( Students of the neurosciences can appreciate this better by noting that during wakefulness, ascending reticular activating system (ARAS) brain activity is at its maximum. During REM (rapid eye movement) sleep, which takes place 90-120 minutes
after falling asleep, most ARAS activity is suppressed. However during REM sleep, cholinergic activity in the brain is as great as during wakefulness. Subjects
awakened from REM sleep are likely to report that they were having a visually detailed dream. By most measures the cerebral cortex is in an awake state during REM sleep! )

Prophets and friends of Allah swt. obviously are occasionally privileged to a glimpse of the AlLauhul Mahfuz with the permission of Allah s.w.t. as they do not have a veil over their hearts. Some individuals may have a partial lifting of the veil over the heart during sleep. Any partial lifting of the veil of the spiritual heart and the subsequent partial viewing of the Lauhul Mahfuz, with Allahs swt permission results in the importation of some sensory input to the spiritual heart. The brain attempts to understand the input to the spiritual heart by conceptualisation and perception. The brain then produces symbolic images that help us understand the sensory importation from the Lauhul Mahfuz. We call these dreams. The Prophet s.a.w. said that A true dream is one forty sixth part of prophethood. Satan can also interfere with dreams. For this reason, dreams of men other than pious men, cannot be believed. The Prophet Muhammad s.a.w. advised us to sleep with ablution (wudu) so that we can have internal purity which helps with the lifting
of the veil over the heart, and subsequently the brain is able to formulate dreams without adulteration by satan.

Dream interpretation is an art, which can be perfected with Allah swt. permission as we see in the perfect dream interpretations by the Prophet Yusuf a.s. (Joseph). William Dement, director of Stanford Universitys Centre for Sleep Disorders says that, Theres just too much of a relationship between dream content and important events in life to call dreams as random events. What we have said about dream vision is only a drop of water in the ocean. There is no limit to the miracle and wonders
in the world of dreams.

(This writing of this article was only made possible with the
translation into English of Imam Ghazalis Ihya by Sheikh Suleiman
Noureddine of Adelaide)

2 Comments:

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Anonymous Anonymous said...

Giving without reserve

It is with reticence that I write this. I do not wish to place myself on the moral high ground, or to sermonise anyone. This chapter tries to show the truth and importance of dreaming of our Holy Prophet Muhammad (May Allah Convey His Peace and Blessings upon the Holy Prophet). These words seek to confirm that ours is a Prophet of Mercy, a Witness, and a Bearer of Good Tidings. It also aims to portray the consequence of du’aa in the Masjid al-Haram. It is moreover meant as a method of encouragement for our children to some day continue with the Prophetic Tradition of raising an orphan for the sake of Allah, The One of Unbounded Grace. So that they may by this means know that there is more to life than just prayer and fasting. And that they should give of themselves unreservedly. That they might through it also, temper their adhkaar with compassion.

We were asleep at the Mashrabiyya Hotel in Khalid bin Walid Street in Shubayka, Makkah al-Mukarramah when, by the Mercy of Allah, I had the most beautiful dream. I saw myself standing in the holy presence of our Truthful Prophet Muhammad (May Allah Convey His Peace and Blessings upon the Holy Prophet). Our Prophet (May Allah Convey His Peace and Blessings upon the Holy Prophet) was spotlessly dressed in white robes and a white turban. I stared aghast. Our Prophet (May Allah Convey His Peace and Blessings upon the Holy Prophet) stood about two meters away and faced me directly. I do not have the words with which to suitably portray this most wonderful man, the Seal of the Prophets (May Allah Convey His Peace and Blessings upon the Holy Prophet). I have never seen anyone so unimaginably holy, so indescribably handsome. I reached for my turban, embarrassed for not wearing it. “Leave it,” I said to myself. “You are in the Company of the Prize of creation.” A brilliance shone from our Guided Prophet (May Allah Convey His Peace and Blessings upon the Holy Prophet). Our Prophet (May Allah Convey His Peace and Blessings upon the Holy Prophet) smiled at me. The smile radiated light. I stood alert, too humbled to speak. I wished that the dream would last forever. The heavenly smile lasted between ten and fifteen minutes, it felt like.

Alhamdu-lillaah. I had never considered myself deserving of such an enormous honour. “What does that smile mean?” I asked myself over and over again.

Part of my da'waat in the Holy Mosque in Mecca, was to ask Allah, The One Who Makes Clear to us His signs so that we may be grateful, to Grant to ourselves the opportunity and blessings of raising an orphan for His sake.

My wife and I had, over a number of years, tried to adopt a baby by applying at several local agencies, and were given all sorts of excuses which disqualified, and sometimes discouraged us. Reasons given were that we were not married according to South African law, that few babies from local Muslim parents came up for adoption, and the fact that we have children of our own. We were also faced with, what was to my mind, the worse aspect of the South African race laws. These regulations and those administering it, in this case, the social workers, prescribed that a ‘brown’ orphaned child had to be matched with ‘brown’ adoptive parents. A ‘yellow’ baby could only be placed with prospective ‘yellow’ adoptive parents, a ‘white’ orphan could not be raised by ‘black’ adoptive parents, and so on. They played dominoes with human lives. Some social workers were more ready to read the ‘race act’ than others. In an interview and in response to a question on whether we would mind adopting a child from a 'lower rung' of the colour scale, I told them that “a nice green one would do.” A jab to my ribs from my wife quickly halted the acid flow down the sides of my mouth. Stirring the ire of our then masters by criticising their political beliefs would not help, she meant. “When the white boss tells a joke, and regardless of its lack of humour – laugh!” she chided me later. Race inequalities existing at the time ensured that hundreds of black orphans went begging in more ways than one. It virtually excluded us from adopting a child. No orphans that matched our race and blood mix were on offer and they weren’t likely to easily present themselves for adoption, we were told. My wife is of Indian (as in “Indian” from India, as opposed to “American” Indian) stock and I am of (well) mixed blood.

On the morning of Wednesday, 1st June 1994, just three days after arriving back home from Haj, we received a telephone call from Melanie Van Emmenes of the Child Welfare Society. She explained that a five-month old girl had come up for adoption. The baby had earlier undergone successful abdominal surgery and she asked whether we would adopt the child. We jumped at the chance.

A rush of adrenaline replaced the after-effects of travel. We were rejuvenated. Capetonians usually visit local pilgrims before departure and also on their arrival back home. We excused ourselves from the few visitors and asked my mother-in-law to host them in our absence. My wife and I immediately went to the Adoption Centre in Eden Road, Claremont. We signed the necessary papers.

Afterwards, we told our children that we were about to receive an addition to the family. We plodded through a maze of red tape in order to legalise the process. (My wife and I had to marry in court because Muslim marriages were not recognised then, believe it or not). A few days later, my wife, brother and I collected the petite infant from a foster-mother in Newfields Estate. I shall never forget the joyous feeling when I first carried the frail waif past the front door. Her name is Makkia. We named her after the great city from which we had just returned.

Taking her into our home is one of the better things that we have done. Makkia has added a marvellous dimension to our lives. She is part of our life’s work. I shall always be grateful to the people who had assisted us with the adoption.

The meaning behind the glowing smile from our Trustworthy Prophet Muhammad (May Allah Convey His Peace and Blessings upon the Holy Prophet) had played itself out in the most delightful way. In Our Prophet (May Allah Convey His Peace and Blessings upon the Holy Prophet) we have a beautiful pattern of conduct. Like a lamp that spreads light, the Messenger of Allah (May Allah Convey His Peace and Blessings upon the Holy Prophet) invites to the Grace of Allah by His leave. Weighing any other form of creation against our Prophet Muhammad (May Allah Convey His Peace and Blessings upon the Holy Prophet) is a fruitless exercise, I have come to realise. How should I express gratitude to the Holy Messenger of Allah (May Allah Convey His Peace and Blessings upon the Holy Prophet) for his kind intervention? I am unworthy of untying the laces of our Prophet’s sandals.

Allah, The One Who Is Sufficient For those who put their trust in Him, Had Granted our want through the barakah of our Beloved Prophet Muhammad (May Allah Convey His Peace and Blessings upon the Holy Prophet).

For the most part I’ve been fairly constant about wearing a turban during ’ibaadah since.

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