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		<description><![CDATA[From Wikipedia, Umm-al-Momineen- Wives of Muhammad Khadijah bint Khuwaylid Sawda bint Zama Aisha bint Abi Bakr Hafsa bint Umar Zaynab bint Khuzayma Hind bint Abi Umayya Zaynab bint Jahsh Juwayriya bint al-Harith Ramlah bint Abi Sufyan Rayhana bint Zayd Safiyya bint Huyayy Maymuna bint al-Harith Maria al-Qibtiyya Muhammad&#8217;s wives were the eleven[1] women married to the [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=gulsha.wordpress.com&amp;blog=9438003&amp;post=80&amp;subd=gulsha&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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<div style="text-align:left;">Umm-al-Momineen- Wives of Muhammad</div>
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<div id="_mcePaste" style="text-align:left;">Khadijah bint Khuwaylid</div>
<div id="_mcePaste" style="text-align:left;">Sawda bint Zama</div>
<div id="_mcePaste" style="text-align:left;">Aisha bint Abi Bakr</div>
<div id="_mcePaste" style="text-align:left;">Hafsa bint Umar</div>
<div id="_mcePaste" style="text-align:left;">Zaynab bint Khuzayma</div>
<div id="_mcePaste" style="text-align:left;">Hind bint Abi Umayya</div>
<div id="_mcePaste" style="text-align:left;">Zaynab bint Jahsh</div>
<div id="_mcePaste" style="text-align:left;">Juwayriya bint al-Harith</div>
<div id="_mcePaste" style="text-align:left;">Ramlah bint Abi Sufyan</div>
<div id="_mcePaste" style="text-align:left;">Rayhana bint Zayd</div>
<div id="_mcePaste" style="text-align:left;">Safiyya bint Huyayy</div>
<div id="_mcePaste" style="text-align:left;">Maymuna bint al-Harith</div>
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<div>Muhammad&#8217;s wives were the eleven[1] women married to the Islamic prophet Muhammad. Muslims refer to them as Mothers of the Believers (Arabic: Ummu l-Mu&#8217;minīn). Muslims use the term prominently before or after referring to them as a sign of respect. The term is derived from the Qur&#8217;anic verse [Qur'an 33:6]</div>
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<div>The Prophet is closer to the believers than their selves, and his wives are (as) their mothers.[2]</div>
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<div>Muhammad&#8217;s life is traditionally delineated as two epochs: pre-hijra (emigration) in Mecca, a city in northern Arabia, from the year 570 to 622, and post-hijra in Medina, from 622 until his death in 632. All but two of his marriages were contracted after the Hijra (migration to Medina). The verse&#8217;s interpretation mandated that Muslims were forbidden to marry Muhammad&#8217;s widows and should regard them as they would their own mothers.</div>
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<div>During his life Muhammad married eleven or thirteen women depending upon the differing accounts of who were his wives.</div>
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<div id="_mcePaste">In Arabian culture, marriage was generally contracted in accordance with the larger needs of the tribe and was based on the need to form alliances within the tribe and with other tribes. Virginity at the time of marriage was emphasized as a tribal honor.[3] Watt states that all of Muhammad&#8217;s marriages had the political aspect of strengthening friendly relationships and were based on the Arabian custom.[4] Esposito points out that some of Muhammad&#8217;s marriages were aimed at providing a livelihood for widows.[5] Francis Edwards Peters says that it is hard to make generalizations about Muhammad&#8217;s marriages: many of them were political, some compassionate, and some perhaps affairs of the hear.</div>
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<div>Khadijah bint Khuwaylid</div>
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<div id="_mcePaste">Main article: Khadijah bint Khuwaylid - At age 25, Muhammad wed his employer, the 40 year old merchant Khadijah. The marriage, his first, would be both happy and monogamous; Muhammad would rely on Khadijah in many ways, until her death 25 years later. They had two sons, Qasim and Abd-Allah (nicknamed al Tahir and al Tayyib), and four daughters -Zainab, Ruqaiya,Umm Kulthum and Fatimah. There is a dispute over the paternity of Khadijah&#8217;s daughters, as Shia scholars view first three of them as the product of previous marriages and only Fatimah as the daughter of Muhammad &amp; Khadijah.[10] During their marriage, Khadija purchased the slave Zayd ibn Harithah at Muhammad&#8217;s request -who then adopted the young man as his son[</div>
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<div id="_mcePaste"><strong>Hijra (Migration) to Medina</strong></div>
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<div id="_mcePaste"><strong>Married to </strong><strong>Sawda</strong><strong> bint Zama - <span style="font-weight:normal;">The death of Khadija left Muhammad lonely, and, before he left for Medina, it was suggested to him that he marry Sawda bint Zama, who had suffered many hardships after she became a Muslim. Muhammad married her in Shawwal, when she was about 55 years old, in the tenth year of Prophethood, after the death of Khadijah. Prior to that, she was married to a paternal cousin of hers named As-Sakran bin ‘Amr. At about the same period, Aisha (daughter of his close friend Abu Bakr) was betrothed to Muhammad.[12] Aisha was initially betrothed to Jubayr ibn Mut&#8217;im, a Muslim whose father, though pagan, was friendly to the Muslims. When Khawla bint Hakim suggested that Muhammad marry Aisha after the death of Muhammad&#8217;s first wife (Khadijah bint Khuwaylid), the previous agreement regarding marriage of Aisha with ibn Mut&#8217;im was put aside by common consent.[12]</span></strong></div>
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<div id="_mcePaste">As life became unbearabely lonely for him, Muhammad migrated to Medina. Because of Meccan attempts on his life Muhammad traveled only with Abu Bakr and the rest of his family traveled in stages. His wife Sawda and his daughters Fatimah and Umm Kulthum traveled with Zayd ibn Harithah, while his other wife Aisha travelled with her brother ‘Abd ar-Rahman ibn Abi Bakr. Regarding his other daughters: Zainab&#8217;s husband prevented her from migrating, and Ruqayyah was with her husband Uthman Ibn Affan in Abyssinia and migrated much later.</div>
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<div id="_mcePaste">Married to Aisha</div>
<div id="_mcePaste">Aisha was six or seven years old when betrothed to Muhammad. She stayed in her parents&#8217; home until the age of nine, when the marriage was consummated in Medina.[12][14][15][16] Both Aisha and Sawda, his two wives, were given apartments adjoined to the Al-Masjid al-Nabawi mosque.[13] Muhammad wished to divorce Sawda, who offered to give her turn of Muhammad&#8217;s conjugal visit to Aisha to prevent this..</div>
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<p><strong> <span style="font-weight:normal;"><strong>Married to </strong><strong>Hafsa</strong><strong> and </strong><strong>Zaynab</strong></span></strong></p>
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<div id="_mcePaste">During the Muslim war with Mecca, many men were killed leaving behind widows and orphans. Hafsa bint Umar, daughter of Umar (‘Umar bin Al-Khattab), was widowed at battle of Badr when her husbandKhunais ibn Hudhaifa was killed in action. Muhammad married her in 3 A.H./625 C.E.[18] Zaynab bint Khuzayma was also widowed at the battle of Badr. She was the wife of &#8216;Ubaydah b. al-Hārith,[19] a faithful Muslim and from the tribe of al-Muttalib, for which Muhammad had special responsibility.[20] When her husband died, Muhammad aiming to provide for her, married her 4 A.H. She was nicknamed Umm Al-Masakeen (roughly translates as the mother of the poor), because of her kindness and charity.[21]</div>
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<div id="_mcePaste">Close to Aisha&#8217;s age, both Hafsa and Zaynab were welcomed into the household. Sawda, who was much older, extended her motherly benevolence to the younger women. Aisha and Hafsa had a lasting relationship. As for Zaynab, however, she fell ill and died eight months after her marriage.</div>
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<div><strong>Married to Umm Salama Hind and Raihanah - <span style="font-weight:normal;">The death of Zaynab coincided with the that of Abu Salamah, a devoted Muslim, as a result of his wounds from the Battle of Uhud.[23] Abu Salamah&#8217;s widow, Umm Salma Hind bint Abi Umayya also a devoted Muslim, had none but her young children. Her plight reportedly saddened the Muslims, and after her iddah some Muslims proposed marriage to her; but she declined. When Muhammad proposed her marriage, she was reluctant for three reasons: she claimed to suffer from jealousy and pointed out the prospect of an unsuccessful marriage, her old age, and her young family that needed support. But Muhammad replied that he would pray to God to free her from jealousy, that he too was of old age, and that her family was like his family[citation needed]. She married Muhammad.[25] In 626, Raihanah bint Zaid, entered Muhammad&#8217;s household as a widow, as her husband had been executed along with the men of Banu Qurayza. The sources regarding his status differ, but she eventually converted to Islam and was married by Muhammad.[26]</span></strong></div>
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<div id="_mcePaste">Internal dissensionAfter Muhammad&#8217;s final battle against his Meccan enemies, he diverted his attention to stopping the Banu Mustaliq&#8217;s raid on Medina. During this skirmish, Medinan dissidents, begrudging Muhammad&#8217;s influence, attempted to attack him in the more sensitive areas of his life, including his marriage to Zaynab bint Jahsh,[27] and an incident in which Aisha left her camp to search her lost necklace, and returned with a Companion of Muhammad.[28]</div>
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<div id="_mcePaste"><strong>Zaynab bint Jahsh</strong></div>
<div id="_mcePaste">Zaynab bint Jahsh was Muhammad&#8217;s cousin, being the daughter of one of his father&#8217;s sisters.[12] In Medina, Muhammad arranged Zaynab&#8217;s marriage, a widow, to Zayd ibn Harithah. Zaynab disapproved of the marriage and her brothers rejected it, because according to Ibn Sa&#8217;d, she was of aristocratic lineage and Zayd was a former slave.[29][30] Muhammad, however, was determined to establish the legitimacy and right to equal treatment of the adopted, Caesar E. Farah states.[31] Watt however states that it is not clear why Zaynab was unwilling to marry Zayd as Zayd was held in a high place in Muhammad&#8217;s esteem. Watt discusses the following two possibilities: being an ambitious woman, she was already hoping to marry Muhammad; and the other she may have been wanting to marry someone of whom Muhammad disapproved for political reason. In any case, Watt says, it is almost certain that she was working for marriage with Muhammad before the end of 626.[32] According to Maududi, the Qur&#8217;anic verse 33:36 was revealed,[33] thus Zaynab acquiesced and married Zayd. Zaynab&#8217;s marriage was unharmonious, and eventually became unbearable.[29]</div>
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<div id="_mcePaste">According to Ibn Sa&#8217;d and Tabari, after the marriage, Muhammad went to pay Zayd a visit, but instead found Zaynab, scantily clad, and fell in love with her.[29][34] Zaynab told Zayd about this, and Zayd offered to divorce her, but Muhammad told him to keep her.[12] The story laid much stress on Zaynab&#8217;s perceived beauty and Muhammad&#8217;s supposedly disturbed set of mind.[35] William Montgomery Wattdoubts the accuracy of this portion of the narrative, since it does not occur in the earliest source, and that it is unlikely that Muhammad was attracted since Zaynab (after Khadija) was the most elderly woman Muhammad married. He thinks that even if there is a basis of fact underlying the narrative, it is suspect to exaggeration in the course of transmission as the later Muslims liked to maintain that there was no celibacy and monkery in Islam.[30] Nomani considers this story to be a rumor.[36] Rodinson disagrees with Watt arguing that the story is stressed in the traditional texts and that it would not have aroused any adverse comment or criticism.[35]</div>
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<div id="_mcePaste">The marriage seemed incestuous to Muhammad&#8217;s contemporaries because Muhammad was marrying the former wife of his adopted son, and the adopted sons were counted the same as a biological son.[12] According to Watt, this &#8220;conception of incest was bound up with old practices belonging to a lower, communalistic level of familial institutions where a child&#8217;s paternity was not definitely known; and this lower level was in process being eliminated by Islam.&#8221;[37] Muhammad&#8217;s decision to marry Zaynab was an attempt to break the hold of pre-Islamic ideas over men&#8217;s conduct in society.[citation needed] Initially, however, he was reluctant to marry Zaynab, fearing public opinion. The Qur&#8217;an, however, indicated that this marriage was a duty imposed upon him by God. Thus Muhammad, confident that he was strong enough to face public opinion, proceeded to reject these taboos.[38] When Zaynab&#8217;s waiting period was complete, Muhammad married her.[39] A prominent faction who held influence in the civic atmosphere in Medina, called &#8220;Hypocrites&#8221; in the Islamic tradition,[40] criticized the marriage as incestuous.[12] They spread rumors in an attempt to divide the Muslim community, as part of a strategy of attacking Muhammad through his wives.[40] However, the marriage was justified by verse 33:37 of the Qur&#8217;an,[12] which implied that treating adopted sons as real sons was objectionable, and that there should now be a complete break with the past.[12] According to Ibn Kathir, the verses were a &#8220;divine rejection&#8221; of the Hypocrites&#8217; objections.[40] According to Rodinson, doubters argued the verses were in exact conflict with social taboos and favored Muhammad too much. The delivery of these verses, thus, did not end the dissent.</div>
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<div id="_mcePaste"><strong>Reconciliation</strong></div>
<div id="_mcePaste">One of the captives from the skirmish with the Banu Mustaliq was Juwayriya bint al-Harith, who was the daughter of the tribe&#8217;s chieftain. When made captive, Juwayriya went to Muhammad requesting that she, as the daughter of the lord of the Mustaliq, be released. Meanwhile her father approached Muhammad with ransom to secure her release, but her captor refused to ransom her. Muhammad then offered to marry her, and she accepted.[43] When it became known that tribes persons of Mustaliq were kinsmen of the prophet of Islam through marriage, the Muslims began releasing their captives.[44]Thus, Muhammad&#8217;s marriage resulted in the freedom of nearly one hundred families from captivity.[45]</div>
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<div id="_mcePaste">In the same year, Muhammad signed a peace treaty with his Meccan enemies, the Quraysh, effectively ending the state of war between the two parties. He soon married the daughter of the Quraysh leader, Abu Sufyan ibn Harb, aimed at further reconciling his opponent.[46] He sent a proposal for marriage to Ramlah bint Abi-Sufyan who was in Abyssinia at the time, when he learned her husband had died. She had previously converted to Islam (in Mecca) against her father&#8217;s will. After her migration to Abyssinia her husband had converted to Christianity, and although she remained a steadfast Muslim, perhaps Muhammad feared that she too may convert.[47] Muhammad dispatched ‘Amr bin Omaiyah Ad-Damri with a letter to the Negus (king), asking him for Umm Habibah’s hand — that was inMuharram, in the seventh year of Al-Hijra.</div>
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<div id="_mcePaste">In 629, after the Battle of Khaybar, Muhammad freed Safiyya bint Huyayy a noblewoman[48] of the defeated Jewish tribe Banu Nadir, from her captor Dihya and proposed marriage. Safiyya accepted. Scholars believe that Muhammad married Safiyya as part of reconciliation with the Jewish tribe and as a gesture of goodwill.[49][50] Safiyyah had been previously married to Kinana ibn al-Rabi, a commander who was executed, and before that to the poet Salaam ibn Mas̲h̲kam, who had divorced her.[48] [51] He then convinced Safiyya to convert to Islam and marry him.[52] Upon entering Muhammad&#8217;s household, Safiyya became friends with Aisha and Hafsa, and also offered gifts to Fatima. But when Muhammad&#8217;s other wives spoke ill of Safiyya&#8217;s Jewish descent, Muhammad intervened, pointing out to everyone that Safiyya&#8217;s &#8220;husband is Muhammad, father is Aaron, and uncle is Moses&#8221;, a reference to revered Islamic prophets.[53]</div>
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<div id="_mcePaste"><strong>Safiyah Bint Huyeiy Ibn Akhtab</strong></div>
<div id="_mcePaste">Safiyah Bint Huyeiy Ibn Akhtab was one of the wives of Muhammad. She was the daughter of Huyeiy Ibn Akhtab, the chief of the Banu Nadir tribe, who were all expelled from Madinah in 4 AH after plotting to kill the Muhammad. She was married to Kinana ibn al-Rabi&#8217;a just before the Muslims attacked Khaibar. She was then seventeen. She had formerly been the wife of Sallam ibn Mishkam, who divorced her. She was known for her extreme beauty. She did not only love Muhammad deeply, but also greatly respected him as &#8220;Allah&#8217;s Messenger&#8221;. She was intelligent, learned and gentle. In fact, gentleness and patience were her dominant qualities. She had many good moral qualities.</div>
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<div id="_mcePaste"><strong>The hadith of Abdul Aziz says:</strong>[55]</div>
<div id="_mcePaste">We conquered Khaibar, took the captives, and the booty was collected. Dihya came and said, &#8216;O Allah&#8217;s Prophet! Give me a slave girl from the captives.&#8217; The Prophet said, &#8216;Go and take any slave girl.&#8217; He took Safiya bint Huyai. A man came to the Prophet and said, &#8216;O Allah&#8217;s Apostles! You gave Safiya bint Huyai to Dihya and she is the chief mistress of the tribes of Quraiza and An-Nadir and she befits none but you.&#8217; So the Prophet said, &#8216;Bring him along with her.&#8217; So Dihya came with her and when the Prophet saw her, he said to Dihya, &#8216;Take any slave girl other than her from the captives.&#8217; Anas added: The Prophet thenmanumitted her and married her.</div>
<div id="_mcePaste">Yes, indeed Safiyyah was angry at the Prophet at first but she forgave him later on. The Prophet Muhammad apologized to Safiyyah for the deaths of her father and her ex-husband by saying, &#8220;Your father charged the Arabs against me and committed heinous act,&#8221; he apologized to the extent that made Safiyyah get rid of her bitterness against the Prophet.[56].</div>
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<div id="_mcePaste">Saffiyah says, &#8220;I was my father&#8217;s and my uncle&#8217;s favorite child. When the Messenger of Allah came to Madinah and stayed at Quba, my parents went to him at night and when they looked disconcerted and worn out. I received them cheerfully but to my surprise no one of them turned to me. They were so grieved that they did not feel my presence. I heard my uncle, Abu Yasir, saying to my father, &#8216;Is it really him?&#8217; He said, &#8216;Yes, by Allah&#8217;. My uncle said: &#8216;Can you recognize him and confirm this?&#8217; He said, &#8216;Yes&#8217;. My uncle said, &#8216;How do you feel towards him?&#8217; He said, &#8216;By Allah I shall be his enemy as long as I live.&#8217;&#8221; [57]</div>
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<div id="_mcePaste"><strong>The Prophet Muhammad made the following offer to her, as recorded by Martin Lings:  <span style="font-weight:normal;">He [the Prophet Muhammad] then told Safiyyah that he was prepared to set her free, and he offered her the choice between remaining a Jewess and returning to her people or entering Islam and becoming his wife. &#8220;I choose God and His Messenger,&#8221; she said; and they were married at the first halt on the homeward march.[58] Safiyyah moved to the house of the Prophet. He loved, appreciated and honored her to the extent that he made her say, &#8220;I have never seen a good-natured person as the Messenger of Allah&#8221;[59]. Safiyyah(R) remained loyal to the Prophet until he died.[60]</span></strong></div>
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<div id="_mcePaste">The marriage to Safiyyah(R) has a political significance as well, as it helps to reduce hostilities and cement alliances. John L. Esposito notes that As was customary for Arab chiefs, many were political marriages to cement alliances. Others were marriages to the widows of his companions who had fallen in combat and were in need of protection.[61]</div>
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<div id="_mcePaste">This significant act of marrying Safiyyah(R) was indeed a great honour for her, for this not only preserved her dignity, it also prevented her from becoming a slave. Haykal notes that: The Prophet granted her freedom and then married her, following the examples of great conquerors who married the daughters and wives of the kings whom they had conquered, partly in order to alleviate their tragedy and partly to preserve their dignity. [62]</div>
<div id="_mcePaste">By marrying Safiyyah, the Prophet aimed at ending the enmity and hostility adopted by the Jews against him and against Islam, all the way long, but alas they went on with their hatred for Islam and for the Prophet simply because it was their natural disposition to be malicious and stubborn.[63]</div>
<div id="_mcePaste">The Prophet used to treat Safiyyah with courteousness, gentleness and affection. Safiyyah said, &#8220;The Messenger of Allah went to Hajj with his wives. On the way my camel knelt down for it was the weakest among all the other camels and so I wept. The Prophet came to me and wiped away my tears with his dress and hands. The more he asked me not to weep the more I went on weeping.&#8221; [64]</div>
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<div id="_mcePaste">Safiyyah established a warm and sympathetic relation with the Prophet&#8217;s household. She presented Fatimah az-Zahra&#8217; a gift of jewels expressing her affection to her, and she also gave some of the Prophet&#8217;s wives gifts from her jewels that she brought with her from Khaybar.[65]</div>
<div id="_mcePaste">Safiyyah was a humble worshiper and a pious believer. About her ibn Kathir said, &#8220;She was one of the best women in her worship, piousness, ascetism, devoutness, and charity&#8221;.[66]</div>
<div id="_mcePaste">Safiyyah was a very charitable and generous woman. She used to give out and spend whatever she had for the sake of Allah to the extent that she gave out a house that she had when she was still alive.[67]</div>
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<div id="_mcePaste">When Muhammad was in his final illness, Safiyah felt deep and sincere sadness for him. She said: &#8220;O Messenger of Allah, I wish it was I who was suffering instead of you.&#8221; [54]</div>
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<div id="_mcePaste">Safiya was not paid a mahr but instead Muhammad considered her freedom from slavery to be her payment. In the hadith Anas[68] again is cited thus:</div>
<div id="_mcePaste">The Prophet stayed for three rights between Khaibar and Medina and was married to Safiya. I invited the Muslim[s] to h[i]s marriage banquet and there wa[s] neither meat nor bread in that banquet but the Prophet ordered Bilal to spread the leather mats on which dates, dried yogurt and butter were put. The Muslims said amongst themselves, &#8220;Will she (i.e. Safiya) be one of the mothers of the believers, (i.e. one of the wives of the Prophet ) or just (a lady captive) of what his right-hand possesses&#8221; Some of them said, &#8220;If the Prophet makes her observe the veil, then she will be one of the mothers of the believers (i.e. one of the Prophet&#8217;s wives), and if he does not make her observe the veil, then she will be his lady slave.&#8221; So when he departed, he made a place for her behind him (on his [camel)] and made her observe the veil.</div>
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<div id="_mcePaste">As part of the agreement of Hudaybiyah, Muhammad visited Mecca for the lesser pilgrimage. There Barra bint al-Harith proposed marriage to him.[69] Muhammad accepted, and thus married Barra, the sister-in-law of Abbas, a long time ally of his. By marrying her Muhammad also established kinship ties with the Makhzum, his previously fierce opponents.[70] As the Meccans didn&#8217;t allow him to stay any longer, Muhammad left the city, taking Barra with him. He called her &#8220;Maymuna&#8221; meaning blessed, as his marriage to her had also marked the first time in seven years when he could enter his hometown Mecca.[69]</div>
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<div id="_mcePaste"><strong>Maria al-Qibtiyya </strong>was an Egyptian Coptic Christian slave, sent as a gift to Muhammad from Muqawqis, a Byzantine official.[71] She then served as Muhammad&#8217;s concubine, and some historians further state that he married her. Regardless, she bore him a son, Ibrahim ibn Muhammad, who died in infancy. She is thus regarded as a Mother of Believers.</div>
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<div id="_mcePaste"><strong>Muhammad&#8217;s widows</strong></div>
<div id="_mcePaste">The extent of Muhammad&#8217;s property at the time of his death is unclear. Although Quran [2.180] clearly addresses issues of inheritance, Abu Bakr, the new leader of the Muslim ummah, refused to divide Muhammad&#8217;s property among his widows and heirs, saying that he had heard Muhammad say:</div>
<div id="_mcePaste">We (Prophets) do not have any heirs; what we leave behind is (to be given in) charity.[72]</div>
<div id="_mcePaste">Muhammad&#8217;s widow Hafsa played a role in the collection of the first Qur&#8217;anic manuscript. After Abu Bakr had collected the copy, he gave it to Hafsa, who preserved it until Uthman took it, copied it and distributed it in Muslim lands.[73]</div>
<div id="_mcePaste">Some of Muhammad&#8217;s widows were active politically in the Islamic state after Muhammad&#8217;s death. Safiyya, for example, aided the caliph Uthman during his siege.[53] During the first fitna, some wives also took sides. Umm Salama, for example, sided with Ali, and sent her son Umar for help.[74] The last of Muhammad&#8217;s wives, Umm Salama lived to hear about the tragedy of Karabala in 680, dying the same year.[74]</div>
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<div id="_mcePaste"><strong>Family life</strong></div>
<div id="_mcePaste">Muhammad and his family lived in small apartments adjacent the mosque at Medina. Each of these were six to seven spans wide and ten spans long. The height of the ceiling was that of an average man standing. The blankets were used as curtains to screen the doors.[75]</div>
<div id="_mcePaste">Muhammad helped out with the housework, such sewing clothes, and repairing shoes. He would usually do this for long periods of time, stopping only for prayers. Muhammad had accustomed his wives to dialogue; he listened to their advice, and the wives debated and even argued with him. Muhammad&#8217;s wives distinguished his role as a prophet from his role as a husband. He did not allow his wives to use his status as a prophet to obtain special treatment in public.</div>
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		<title>The Occurrence. The Comic</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 07 Feb 2010 19:48:46 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[My occurrence the slating concluding hebdomad altered me a lot. It&#8217;s not that it&#8217;s by no mode occurrences ensued earlier but every time when such incidents happen, I despise myself for letting persons use me. Closing week I got a call from a dignitary who needed help. As I was to trip to another station, [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=gulsha.wordpress.com&amp;blog=9438003&amp;post=59&amp;subd=gulsha&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><strong><em>My occurrence the slating concluding hebdomad altered me a lot. It&#8217;s not that it&#8217;s by no mode occurrences ensued </em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em>earlier but every time when such incidents happen, I despise myself for letting persons use me. </em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em>Closing week I got a call from a dignitary who needed help. As I was to trip to another station, I was not sure of this one,</p>
<p>yet something made me go close to the bearing where help was needed.</p>
<p>A calling and I was clear to go out of my way and for the </em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em>first time disembarked at this area as most times I never visit anyone. I asked my mum to come alongside with me, </em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em>and therefore, at this gentlemen area, withering my entire day, 4 hours of tiresome energy wasted for no fee, but the </em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em>procedure was to be completed by him the next day which consisted of charity ( feed the poor). </em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em>In spite of me trusting the individual here and giving all details out.. anticipated him to follow my criterions.</p>
<p>However, again man is </em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em>egocentric and self entered. </em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em>The next daylight, there is a disorder and speculate ..what ?? I am impractical, I need a </em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em>specialist.</em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em> Eventually, I field at a consultant and my record is all normal. Gratitude to the intelligibility adviser but </em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em>what about the unappreciative gentleman who was in distress for years and in 4 hours was rightly.</em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em> In return, he </em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em>bestowed me a prize of dishonesty and cheating.. with many reasons explaining why he could not continue. His </em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em>father asked him Split it.</em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em> My question here is &#8221; where was the father the previous day when the son was </em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em>being healed ? Alternatively, is it the food that was to be given to the poor that made the father intervene ? </em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em>Was it because you got someone&#8217;s 4 hours wasted for free of charge ?&#8230;..</em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em> I am ashamed to say there still </em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em>dwells on such people who claim to be well cultured but sad yet to know the basics of honesty. </em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em>As I always say it&#8217;s easy to preach but hard to practice.</p>
<p>This incident has shaken me, and I have learnt that anything has given free of cost is </em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em>never appreciated. I think the gentleman , the so called cultured man for sure needs to settle his dues with me. Think </em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em>back if one can be unrestrained you of something than can give it back excessively, and for sure repayment it all </em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em>with profit.</em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em> As I detest individuals who are a bunch of lies and profess to be holy and veracious. The most shameful </em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em>part is before letting me down he has omitted that he OWES me and his Dues are not remitted in cash or by integrity. </em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em>This is indeed a learning lesson &#8221; On no account do anything for free as its never appreciated &#8220;..</em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em>Have a Blessed Week,</em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em>Warm Regards</em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em>Gulsha Fawzia Salman Chishty</em></strong></p>
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		<title>Behind the Veil, Many Misdeeds Revealed</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 31 Jan 2010 17:47:08 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[I have attained a gist in life wherein I fret to swear by any who writes with knowledge as what one voice is not the usage. Behind the veil, many misdeeds revealed. The ones who proclaim realism are spurned as awful, little does all see what is behind the rightly acted masks. I say this [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=gulsha.wordpress.com&amp;blog=9438003&amp;post=58&amp;subd=gulsha&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I<strong><em> have attained a gist in life wherein I fret to swear by any who writes with knowledge as what one voice is not the </em></strong><br />
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<strong><em>usage. Behind the veil, many misdeeds revealed. The ones who proclaim realism are spurned as awful, little does all </em></strong><br />
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<strong><em>see what is behind the rightly acted masks. </em></strong><br />
<strong></strong><br />
<strong><em>I say this is me thou spiritual, highly receptive, at times too daring, my appearance is what you see, call it undressed </em></strong><br />
<strong></strong><br />
<strong><em>or Kaffir for all I care, as I am what you see I am impatient but highly alert, strenuous execution at work, constantly </em></strong><br />
<strong></strong><br />
<strong><em>on the move, my intellect works at varied guidelines at one stretch, love myself and tenderhearted to nearly all, very </em></strong><br />
<strong></strong><br />
<strong><em>severe about work, delights in shopping, love a lifestyle I am used to, magnanimous and also disputatious, don&#8217;t </em></strong><br />
<strong></strong><br />
<strong><em>seek but the Divine trust me, I take pleasure in bestowing to be diverse by way of my remedial but a far sighted </em></strong><br />
<strong></strong><br />
<strong><em>Enterpriser ( as God says helping people does not represent begging, serving is unattached determine and for our </em></strong><br />
<strong></strong><br />
<strong><em>desires we need to work), at times very cross and the following second I can be beaming, stubborn , challenging yet </em></strong><br />
<strong></strong><br />
<strong><em>embracing, striving for Enthusiasm and have found precise Love in the invisible sovereignty. </em></strong><br />
<strong></strong><br />
<strong><em>I am a blend of impeccable and imperfect. I am not mortified of my cracks, I consent my defects most times, I resist </em></strong><br />
<strong></strong><br />
<strong><em>under no circumstance changes for any other than God as I am received by Almighty with my pleasant and the </em></strong><br />
<strong></strong><br />
<strong><em>dreadful. If Holy one has acknowledged me, who are mortals to adhere to guidelines and orders. </em></strong><br />
<strong></strong><br />
<strong><em>The reality is I will not yield to any to grow into a spurious or leave an existence of a second. If one is embarrassed </em></strong><br />
<strong></strong><br />
<strong><em>to be connected with me, I don&#8217;t find comfort in their ensemble either. I don&#8217;t dig into another cupboard for flaws </em></strong><br />
<strong></strong><br />
<strong><em>and don&#8217;t conflict with it accurate at another so called ethical to do so. I cannot display a cloak and utter </em></strong><br />
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<strong><em>gentleman is well-behaved in purpose. I don&#8217;t care to be cherished by any as I cannot have prayed for anything </em></strong><br />
<strong></strong><br />
<strong><em>further than what I have received. My life force is the Supernatural, My love is Divine, and I will pursue what the </em></strong><br />
<strong></strong><br />
<strong><em>Divine commands, no matter the passage is getting thorns, which hurt my essence. I don&#8217;t dispute the Divine and let </em></strong><br />
<strong></strong><br />
<strong><em>go as I love the Divine wholeheartedly. </em></strong><br />
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<strong><em>As justly said in the Holy Quran &quot; 018.101 (Unbelievers) whose eyes had been under a veil from remembrance of Me, </em></strong><br />
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<strong><em>and who had been unable even to hear.</em></strong><br />
<strong></strong><br />
<strong><em>018.102 Do the Unbelievers think that they can take My servants as protectors besides Me? Verily We have prepared </em></strong><br />
<strong></strong><br />
<strong><em>Hell for the Unbelievers for (their) entertainment.</em></strong><br />
<strong></strong><br />
<strong><em>018.103 Say: &quot;Shall we tell you of those who lose most in respect of their deeds?-</em></strong><br />
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<strong><em>018.104 &quot;Those whose efforts have been wasted in this life, while they thought that they were acquiring good by their </em></strong><br />
<strong></strong><br />
<strong><em>works?&quot;</em></strong><br />
<strong></strong><br />
<strong><em>018.105 They are those who deny the Signs of their Lord and the fact of their having to meet Him (in the Hereafter): </em></strong><br />
<strong></strong><br />
<strong><em>vain will be their works, nor shall We, on the Day of Judgment, give them any weight.</em></strong><br />
<strong></strong><br />
<strong><em>018.106 That is their reward, Hell, because they rejected Faith, and took My Signs and My Messengers by way of jest.</em></strong><br />
<strong></strong><br />
<strong><em>018.107 As to those who believe and work righteous deeds, they have, for their entertainment, the Gardens of </em></strong><br />
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<strong><em>Paradise,</em></strong><br />
<strong></strong><br />
<strong><em>I embody witnessed the so styled protagonists and the non worshippers. The veracity is the non worshippers are true </em></strong><br />
<strong></strong><br />
<strong><em>believers. They live with their true persona. The protagonists are the non worshippers as they dwell not what they </em></strong><br />
<strong></strong><br />
<strong><em>pledge. A Non protagonist is persistently ready to embrace his faults and see his incorrect doings. So called believer </em></strong><br />
<strong></strong><br />
<strong><em>lives in his Illusion sphere wherein his self-image rules him and his immoralities are never comprehended by him. </em></strong><br />
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<strong><em>To a degree, he goes around like an instructor scrutiny on the society lacking inspection himself. In conclusion, </em></strong><br />
<strong></strong><br />
<strong><em>certainly not credit anyone who rises to look like a holy Saint as that is spurious. Living the precise self is. What is </em></strong><br />
<strong></strong><br />
<strong><em>accepted to God? </em></strong><br />
<strong></strong><br />
<strong><em>Our dedications exercised as unmindfully is not what initiates to the sanctified path, rather it&#8217;s our good acts, our </em></strong><br />
<strong></strong><br />
<strong><em>compassion , truthfulness and forgiveness that make us a higher being? Ignorant are the largest part of us to get </em></strong><br />
<strong></strong><br />
<strong><em>conveyed far by the superficial emergence.</em></strong><br />
<strong></strong><br />
<strong><em>Alas, for the most part, of us is bewildered with conventions and literary texts approved as journey of another </em></strong><br />
<strong></strong><br />
<strong><em>being. We act like the likes of them, and venture to attain by them, but those holy messengers dwelt on their entities </em></strong><br />
<strong></strong><br />
<strong><em>being themselves and not living in the ones who sauntered through the path ahead of them. The Highest actuality </em></strong><br />
<strong></strong><br />
<strong><em>Missing Verb under no circumstances attributes any who prays with avarice for an intention. God singles out to </em></strong><br />
<strong></strong><br />
<strong><em>attribute the one least predictable. </em></strong><br />
<strong></strong><br />
<strong></strong><br />
<strong></strong><strong><em>Warm Regards</em></strong><br />
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<p><strong><em>Gulsha Fawzia Salman Chishty</em></strong><br />
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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><em>Most times I wonder what is Life all about. At times I think this is it.. I have achieved all that I wished but again I realize its not just this , there is more to come. My Life is been a mystery to me most times. Many who claim to know me infact know nothing about me. People assume a lot which is most times fabricated. The truth is something which I hardly discuss with anyone&#8230; Yeah but when I look back I see that I have come a long way. I have reached where I never ever dreamt in my wildest nightmare that I would reach a different path, a path which i never ever had the time for&#8230;.</em></p>
<p><em>Strange things happen which is beyond our control.. I have wept for days and months resisting a lot of Orders but all in vain.. I always have accepted situations with tears flowing but than as i take the journey I look back and say &#8221; Alright its not as bad as I thought. Its got a lot of positive points .. So why did I waste my energy resisting and weeping.. Hmm this is me.. hysterical at times.. temperamental too.. but can be the nicest person one could come across too, a very loyal friend for the ones who have been by my side, shopoholic yet kind hearted , compassion towards all.. revengeful but very forgiving&#8230; can be rude at times but than realization dawns and the next moment I can beg for forgiveness.  I am a normal person like most here yet there is something thats not so normal. &#8230;</em></p>
<p><em>Sounds Cool ! Right ?? Unfortunately or fortunately its not as cool as it sounds. Its a hard life , full of test, suffering and harsh Orders to follow. Again Why me ??? Its always in my mind. I am not Religious, I dress like any other , a crazy shopper ( I can just shop, shop and shop everythng under the sun), love a luxurious life, Mad about Brands, i disagree with most who are masters in their subject,  My mom loves me, The Divine adores me.. Why ??</em></p>
<p><em>None can control me. As I am too headstrong. The one and only who controls me is the Divine Mother. And I listen to all i am told without a doubt&#8230; at times the Orders sound suicidal yet i go ahead.. but than the result is always great&#8230; Hmm Life is not the same , there is pain and no choice but over time I have begun to love the Divine ( the unseen Light ) that I can give up my life for the Divine Mother. Does something like this exist ? Of Course it does , if not I cant cure people.. I am not a priest or a doctor, neither a magician.. Its a gift and maybe my being myself is the key to reaching the Divine&#8230;</em></p>
<p><em>I dress inappropriately ( according to many muslims who write to me) , I am arrogant with a attitude, I am rude, I am a liar etc but than God loves the one who is labelled as blah blah and blah&#8230;&#8230; Why ??  Some say Its evil not the Divine. But again does evil encourage goodness to all.. hey I think those who speak with great insights from books and scriptures know nothing. Why not be with them and why me ?? Maybe the Divine knows all. Who is Who ?? What we see maybe fake as truth can never be hidden by anyone as the Almighty is too powerful to be fooled by most. &#8230;</em></p>
<p><em>We dress appropriately for the society as per our culture or the Religion we follow.. but do we follow the true Religion which is from the HEART. It begins from the Heart and end at the Heart. Rest does not matter. .. I suppose.. This in my opinion, from my experience.. But if i am asked by the Divine to follow rules on &#8221; Right dressing &#8211; whats allowed and what not.. friends I will share it with you. But until now its just Rules on Life path, honesty, true meaning of Religion, Visions and insights, orders to heal&#8230;etc&#8230; the Dress Order yet to recieve..  which is the real religion is decided and that is the one and only Religion called Humanity. The scriptures on this Religion is honesty, trust, love, compassion, help, prayers from the heart.. faith and belief in God&#8230; Until now just that.. and i follow like a obedient student&#8230;</em></p>
<p><em>Alright here I stop and its your turn now&#8230;. What do you follow ? And what are you all about ??</em></p>
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		<title>Another Journey</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 11 Oct 2009 04:54:53 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[The life we lead must be worth living. God gives you all in all a new beginning, a new life.. Yet a harsh pain and says you can change and polish everything , .. The Divine says..pain was given to you for a reason in the first half of your journey and now again pain [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=gulsha.wordpress.com&amp;blog=9438003&amp;post=41&amp;subd=gulsha&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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<p>The life we lead must be worth living. God gives you all in all a new beginning, a new life.. Yet a harsh pain and says you can change and polish everything , .. The Divine says..pain was given to you for a reason in the first half of your journey and now again pain is given in the second half of your journey. The pain will always remind you of the truth&#8230; You live with this pain, the same pain is your happiness too, pain is your sorrow and the pain is to be loved by you, thou the pain has killed you.</p>
<p>There is no room for complain as its a clear order that this is now your gift. This deep pain is given as you can never erase it from your existence.. You cannot escape the pain as you have promised that you would live with it no matter in any circumstances. Yes its true. I have promised.</p>
<p>The path I am is the most painful.. The Divine loves you yet kills you.. makes you feel you are nobody yet i am everything. Its a mystery which cannot be solved by any. Its a journey which is just my journey.. yet I am happy to have this beautiful pain with me as this is my pain yet my happiness, . This is the LIFE and this will be my DEATH too. Yet I have to love as long as I live.. This is the new beginning of another journey.</p>
<p>Love your Death until You come to the end of this journey. Embrace the Death, Trust in your death.. Live your death.. No matter what ??</p>
<p>Is this beautiful.. !! The higher the acceptance of enlightenment.. higher the pain.. My heart is filled with emotions which is beyond the universe as my feelings cannot be held by the heaven or earth. Its a strange pain of happiness and bliss yet fear.. I live at the edge each day as I do not know the order of the Divine the next moment.</p>
<p>A new beginning &quot; Death is your companion &quot;.. Love him, be with him, yet he will be the reason for you to Die.. The gift given is Death, Death is your lover , Death is your companion, Death is your provider, Death is your protector ..Death is your Life now and Death will give you Death in the final..</p>
<p>A beginning of another journey of Love, passion and betrayal&#8230; The journey continues..</p>
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		<title>Betrayal</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 26 Sep 2009 12:58:43 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Anyone who hasn&#8217;t experienced the ecstasy of betrayal knows nothing about ecstasy at all. Deep down, Much of myself, my anger and hurt came from the sense of betrayal that was the last to be told. That almost always involves a betrayal of trust&#8230;. Betrayal&#8230;I have never known a more vulgar expression of betrayal and [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=gulsha.wordpress.com&amp;blog=9438003&amp;post=37&amp;subd=gulsha&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Anyone who hasn&#8217;t experienced the ecstasy of betrayal knows nothing about ecstasy at all. Deep down, Much of myself, my anger and hurt came from the sense of betrayal that was the last to be told.</p>
<p>That almost always involves a betrayal of trust&#8230;. Betrayal&#8230;I have never known a more vulgar expression of betrayal and deceit. Betrayal by friends, betrayal by your partner, betrayal by your near and dear ones.. betrayal by the nature that created my existence&#8230;Is it impossible to succeed without any act of betrayal? &#8230;.The eyes to see and ears to hear may convince that no mortal can keep a word given or a secret. If his lips are silent, he chatters with his fingertips, in short betrayal oozes out of him at every pore.</p>
<p>Love is whatever..you can still betray. Betrayal can only happen if you love. Most of us regard good luck as our right, and bad luck as a betrayal of that right. Naturally, when one makes progressive steps, there may be some who see it as a betrayal of their goals and interests. Some betray the trust and the emotions , the fake promises of love until eternity, some betray the rule on which the friendship stands tall, some betray the soul which no more longs to be betrayed&#8230;.betrayal of love or money, is it ever so simple?? it is always a kind of betrayal, of a mass of shadowy, shared hopes ..the eyes still longing..with hopes.</p>
<p>The fear really hits you. That&#8217;s what you feel first. And then it&#8217;s the anger and frustration. Part of the problem is how little we understand about the ultimate betrayal of the body when it rebels against itself. The betrayal of trust carries a heavy taboo. The issue of the Betrayal was so central to me all my life, I felt the need to write upon it. My choices were to ignore the games and put them &#8220;outside&#8221; of continuity or to integrate them&#8230;. I chose the latter. yet deep down with a shadow of hope..</p>
<p>Betrayal is the deepest and most universal of all emotions, whether they relate to the primal wound of separation , or to experiences on the human level. Working powerfully through the heart, it enables us to re-establish our trust in the divine .The only way is by Releasing fear and anxiety, which is again releasing guilt and living right..with truth and honesty as thats the way we can dissolve fear &#8230;and overcome these emotions of being betrayed and to fill the heart and soul with clarity. Releasing Fear may also release past life traumas which cause us to be fearful in our present existence, which is one of our strongest essences &#8230;</p>
<p>Tragedy in life normally comes with betrayal and compromise, and trading on your integrity and not having dignity in life. That&#8217;s really where failure also is bound to follow&#8230; When we have to distrust each other, we know It is our only defense against betrayal . All that we are is the result of what we have thought. If a man speaks or acts with an evil thought, pain follows him..no matter how hard he tries to escape. If a man speaks or acts with a pure thought, happiness follows him, like a shadow that never leaves him. All wrong-doing arises because of mind. If mind is transformed can wrong-doing remain? &#8230; An insincere and evil friend is more to be feared than a wild beast; a wild beast may wound your body, but an evil friend or a soul mate will wound your mind and pierce your soul forever..Even death cannot erase the pain of betrayal given to the soul&#8230;</p>
<p><strong> Death is not to be feared by one who has lived wisely. We human being is the cause of our own health or disease. Hatred does not cease by hatred, but only by love; this is the eternal rule profounded by every great person in history. Compassion for all beings, rich and poor is the basic,as each has their suffering&#8230;. Some suffer too much, others too little.<br />
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<p><strong>BETRAYAL OF TRUST CAN NEVER BE RESTORED AND BETRAYAL OF HURT IS THE BEGINNING OF DOWNFALL&#8230; THE DARK SHADOW OF CAST WHICH WILL PERISH THE SOURCE FOREVER&#8230;</strong></p>
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		<title>Mystic Lane</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 23 Sep 2009 19:54:13 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Sorrows &#38; wounds are healed only when we touch them with compassion. Love one another &#38; help others to rise to the higher levels, simply by pouring out love as Luv is the greatest healing energy. Healing is courage &#38; letting go all of the expectations, all of the beliefs &#8211; &#38; becoming who you are. You live ur [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=gulsha.wordpress.com&amp;blog=9438003&amp;post=27&amp;subd=gulsha&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Sorrows &amp; wounds are healed only when we touch them with compassion. Love one another &amp; help others to rise to the higher levels, simply by pouring out love as Luv is the greatest healing energy. Healing is courage &amp; letting go all of the expectations, all of the beliefs &#8211; &amp; becoming who you are. You live ur life from ur heart. Share from ur heart. Ur stories will touch &amp; heal people&#8217;s souls. Healing from the inside out is the key. Healing yourself is connecting to others..We need to give each other the space to grow, to be ourselves, to exercise our diversity. We need to give each other space so that we may both give and receive such beautiful things as ideas, openness, dignity, joy, healing, and inclusion.</p>
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		<title>Beyond Consciousness.</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 21 Sep 2009 22:34:16 +0000</pubDate>
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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Over there is so more than further to discover in the consciousness of our creation that is yet not realized .. we desert our time in immaterial , which is futile as the true mysticism is  in the realization which lies beneath a beautiful drive which is a passage of a journey with respect to the beloved. The journey once embarked on is never to return as its unanimity and tranquility of the inner being and the awareness which is derived by the oneness of wholly the life which creates the harmony .</p>
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		<title>Mystic or the Mysticism</title>
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<p>Death is not the greatest loss in life. The greatest loss is what dies inside us while we live.</p>
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