Etiquettes of Friday
1 - *Bathing (Ghusl) 🚿on the day of Jumuah*
(Bukhari 877)
2 - *To wear nice clothes*👕 (Abu Dawood,)
3 - *Use perfume*
('Perfume' refers to men only, as it's not permissible for women in public) and use the Miswaak.
(Ibn Majah)
4 - *Going early to Jumuah Prayer*🏆
(Bukhari 929 & Muslim 1964)
5 - *Walking to Masjid for Jumuah Paryer*
(Al-Tirmidhi, 496)
6 - *If the Saffs (rows) are already filled, one should not jump over the shoulders of the musallies in order to get to the front.* ➰
(Abu Dawood)
7 - *Try to sit as close as possible to the Imam.* 🏐
(Majah, Tirmidhi)
8 - *Listening attentively to Khutba* (Sermon) 🎤
(Bukhari 934)
9 - *Making a lot of du’aa’.👐🏻* [al-Bukhaari, 893; Muslim, 852]
10 - *Seek the Hour:*⏰ Rasulallah (sallahu allayhe wasalam) said: “There is such an hour on Friday that if any Muslim makes dua (Supplication) in it, his dua will definitely be accepted.”
(Bukhari 935, Muslim)
11- *Sins Forgiven:* 👍🏼
The five daily prayers, and from one Jumuah to the next, are an expiation for whatever sins come in between, so long as one does not commit any major sin.
(Muslim, 233)
12- *Increase your Durood👐🏻* (example: Durood Ibrahim)
“Recite Durood upon me in abundance on the day of Jummah since they are presented to me.”
(Ibn Majah)
13- *Recite Soorat al-Kahf📖*
“Whoever reads Soorat al-Kahf on the day of Jumu’ah, will have a light that will shine from him from one Friday to the next.”
(Narrated by al-Haakim, 2/399; al-Bayhaqi, 3/249. Al-Albani Saheeh al-Jaami’,6470)
🌟Allah says:
O you who have believed, *when [the adhan] is called for the prayer on the day of Jumu'ah [Friday], then proceed to the remembrance of Allah and leave trade.* That is better for you, if you only knew.
(Soorat Al-Jumu'ah, 9)
🌟 *Don't Forget Allah:*
Allah says: And when the prayer is ended, then disperse in the land and seek of Allah's bounty, and remember Allah much, that you may be successful.
(Soorat al-Jumu'ah, 10)
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a week of Indian Prayer..
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On Sunday, sitting there at Hindi Prayer
high up in the Himalayan mountains
at the Methodist Church
Primrose welcomed from her tea plantation
understanding not a jot
wept deep inside, watching dads lined up
presented with a Nanital margarete blossom
remembering the fathers we never had
also lined up in a different type of line.
back in the Europe of then
Then down below on the plain
two elephants crept by on the way
mother elephant sweeping the Delhi road
with a bright green leafy branch
wearing it for her Sunday best
as I on my way to see extended family
Sonja Gandhi.. herself and left some verse.
Monday kneeling at prayer
a peasant woman dressed in brightest reds
flashing with glassy beads and jewels huge
a hue of Christmas trimmings
snuffled in the corner and returned
the pew with a Church Candle
tugging and begging for money, money
not realising mayhap we are not Hindus
she stood staring boldly and curiously
at the picture of Mother Mary and child
Tuesday after prayer
offering a fresh loaf much too large
for just me to eat
scuffling in the trash bin, a beggar
round the corner to the lepers
hugging the Cathedral
Money, money he snarled
jerking his hand for coins and cash
outside the convent gate
no fish and loaf for the five thousand here..
Wednesday on the way to prayer
a buffalo parked itself squarely on the kerb
and remained there as a necklet of donkeys
wandered along Ashoke Road
carrying not Jesus but gayly packed parcels
a family of monkeys dancing on the Insurance building
in trance a little higher up the white walls
hiding behind the signs
as all and sundry fed them dishes of fruits
a country where man and animal still harmonize.
Thursday on the way to paryer
a woman jumped from a rickshaw
wearing brightest pink lipstick against her dusky skin
at the gates with the beggars and lepers begging, laughingly
give money money, give fifteen rupees
the cost of the ride
for me it had cost one hundred and fifty and I was lost
in circular, over heated Delhi town
it is miles and miles to walk in the burning sun
not heeding advice to stay indoors midday
getting lost, sit through song after song at the Sikh Temple
just as dearest friend Molar Singh had told me to do
arrived late for prayer at the Cathedral
Friday at prayer
chatting for two and a half hours to God
for I am not much of a standard prayer person
and arn't so hot at standard organizations
preferring the personal touch and no pressure
and after celebrating the rising of the Archbishop's soul
we all got Indian fish and bread
well, actually a vegetarian samosa, delicious
and coke to drink on the way home
in the gathering dusk
wandering in circles for hours in the dark, totally lost
B'Hai Temple lights the way.
(wish now I'd gone in!)
Saturday rushing to prayer
passing the golden onion dome of the guruwala on the way
the bovine had strayed further along
Ashoke road to munch more greenery from the rich people's hedges
two more butter coloured buffalo appeared by the trash bin
outside the gates of the convent
whither hurriedly to teach the poor girls so keen to learn
who already know all their prayers
in a country filled with still very religious souls
but their families could never afford schools
learn religiously with an uncommon calm
Sunday on the way to prayer,
a matched up Sikh in matching green top to toe
hurtles past on his way
on his two wheeled steed called a scooter
like in tales of days gone by
when they sped forth from the rocks on their prancers
fur green turban fashionably colour co-ordinated with shirt
green Delhi keeping green without parking
no doubt having been to his prayer
hoody- monks processing down the cathedral alley
send a shiver down spines
but the Brits took it all away
and paid little back though they were guests
all told me in every visited space
and forgot their Commandments whilst there!
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