Music --- Haram. Friendship Forward to friends

  • View author's info Author Posted on Apr 05, 2005 at 03:10 PM

    Opinions on music or singing in Islam.
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  • View author's info Posted on May 11, 2005 at 10:59 PM

    i have asked u about muzik?
    i am not a golden member.

    i am looking to recieve the comments from my friends at my e-mail.
  • View author's info Posted on May 11, 2005 at 10:45 PM

    first of all you have to define what music is to you.
    whether it is classical, pop , easteren or western music or qawali
    so plz make it clear what do u mean by msusic
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  • View author's info Posted on Apr 07, 2005 at 09:56 AM

    One day a young man was standing in the middle of the town proclaiming that he had the most beautiful heart in the whole valley. A large crowd gathered and they all admired his heart for it was perfect. There was not a mark in it. Yes, they all agreed it truly was the most beautiful heart they had ever seen. The young man was very proud. Suddenly, an old man appeared at the front of the crowd and said, & quot; Why your heart is not nearly as beautiful as mine. The crowd and the young man looked at the old man's heart. It was beating strongly, but full of scars, it had places where pieces had been removed and other pieces put in, but they didn't fit quite right. There were whole pieces where there, were missing. The people stared -- how can he say his heart is more beautiful, they thought? The young man looked at the old man's heart and saw its state and laughed. & quot; You must be joking, he said. Compare your heart with mine, mine is perfect and yours is a mess of scars and tears. But the old man, said & quot; yours is perfect looking but I would never trade with you. You see, every scar represents a person to whom I have given my love - I tear out a piece of my heart and give it to them, and often they give me a piece of their heart which fits into the empty place in my heart, but because the pieces aren't exact, I have some rough edges, which I cherish, because they remind me of the love we shared. Sometimes I have given a piece of my heart away, and the other person hasn't returned a piece of they heart to me. These are the empty gouges -- giving love is taking a chance. Although these gouges are painful, they stay open, reminding me of the love I have for these people too, and I hope someday they may return and fill the space I have waiting. So now do you see what true beauty is? The young man stood silently with tears running down his cheeks. He walked up to the old man, reached into his perfect young and beautiful heart, and ripped a piece out. He offered...
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