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Siapakah seorang Muslim itu?

👤 Berkata Sayyid Qutb rahimahullah,

"Seorang Mukmin itu ialah seorang yang mempunyai tugas-tugas yang penuh, yang tidak sempat olehnya lagi untuk memberi masa kepada hal yang sia-sia. Dia sentiasa sibuk dengan urusan aqidahnya, ibadahnya, ilmunya, islah, dakwah dan tugas-tugas deennya menegenai dirinya, manusia sekelilingnya dan kehidupan seluruhnya. Dia tidak pernah kenal erti 'masa lapang' dan 'masa kosong' dalam hidupnya." 👋⌛⏳⏰

(Fizilalil Quran, tafsir ayat 72 Surah Al-Furqan- Peribadi 'Ibadurrahman)

🌷 Ciri-ciri orang muslim :
- Muslimun (org islam) 🚶
- Mukminun (yang beriman)
-Muttaqun ( yang takut akan Allah ) rujuk surah Al Anfal: 2. 🛂
- Muhsinin ( yang suka akan kebaikan ) 💐

" Seorang Muslim itu apabila dia memukul, terasa sakitnya. apabila dia bercakap, kita mendengar suaranya. dan apabila dia berjalan, dia melangkah sepantas kilat. " sumber : Al-Kuliyyah. 💎

🏇 Dari Abu Hurairah radhiyallahu anhu, Nabi Muhammad s.a.w bersabda; "Kamu TIDAK dapat MASUK syurga, sebelum kamu BERIMAN. dan kamu BELUM dapat dikatakan MUKMIN selagi kamu TIDAK mengasihi  💕 antara satu sama lain. 👪👭💑👵👨👩👴👧👦👶 Sukakah kamu aku  tunjukkan jalan untuk berkasih-kasihan ❤ 👍 ? Galakkanlah (dan sebarkanlah) SALAM sesama kalian. " hadis yg ke 42. HR. MUSLIM.

🍁 Hadis TAMBAHAN : dari Anas bin Malik radhiyallahu anhu, Nabi Muhammad s.a.w bersabda; " Belum SEMPURNA iman seseorang sebelum ia mencintaiku LEBIH daripada cintanya kepada anaknya 👧👦👶, , bapanya dan kepada SEMUA manusia. " - hadis yang ke 35, Riwayat Muslim.

Mahu jadi Muslim yang baik? 😉 hadis berikut merupakan penerangan Nabi tentang " Muslim yang Baik " :-

🍃 Dari Abdullah bin Amr bin Ash radhiyallahuanhu, seorang pemuda 🚶 telah dtg dan bertanya Rasulullah s.a.w ; "Yaa Rasulullah, siapakah muslim yang PALING BAIK? " Nabi Muhammad s.a.w menjawab ; " Muslim yang paling baik adalah, Muslim yang menjaga muslim yang lainnya daripada bencana lidah dan perbuatannye. " -HR muslim, yg ke 33. ⛅

Semoga kita tergolong dalam orang2 Muslim yang kuat. 🌴 Ana pun tak rasa tahap muslim ana ni MENCAPAI tahap yang PALING rendah. 😢😢


☁ wallahuaklam.sekian ini saja yg dpt ana sampaikan. walaupun x seberapa, ana harap ni dpt jadi saham ana di akhirat. ana harap antum dpt sebarkan, biar sama2 kita dpt pahala. !! 🌼🌼🌼

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