A Lifetime Dedicated to Teaching the Haq
Some lives are a testimony to the words of Allah before they are spoken. This is one of those lives.
Our beloved Shaykh spent his entire life in the service of Islam, dedicating his days and nights to teaching the truth, calling people to the Qur'an and Sunnah, and nurturing generations upon beneficial knowledge. Even in his old age, when many would seek rest, he has not laid down the mantle of teaching. His love for knowledge and concern for the Ummah continues to shine, reminding us that sincere service to Allah has no retirement.
We were deeply honored and gifted this precious image by our beloved Shaykh Ahmad Musa Jibril of his noble father. It is a gift we truly cherish.
May Allah abundantly bless Shaykh Ahmad for his kindness, humility, and remarkable appreciation. His noble character and gracious demeanor are truly inspiring and a reflection of the upbringing he received. May Allah preserve him, reward him immensely for serving the Deen, elevate the ranks of his beloved father, and allow us to benefit from their legacy of knowledge and sincerity.
اللهم بارك فيهما واجزهما عن الإسلام والمسلمين خير الجزاء.
Some lives are a testimony to the words of Allah before they are spoken. This is one of those lives.
Our beloved Shaykh spent his entire life in the service of Islam, dedicating his days and nights to teaching the truth, calling people to the Qur'an and Sunnah, and nurturing generations upon beneficial knowledge. Even in his old age, when many would seek rest, he has not laid down the mantle of teaching. His love for knowledge and concern for the Ummah continues to shine, reminding us that sincere service to Allah has no retirement.
We were deeply honored and gifted this precious image by our beloved Shaykh Ahmad Musa Jibril of his noble father. It is a gift we truly cherish.
May Allah abundantly bless Shaykh Ahmad for his kindness, humility, and remarkable appreciation. His noble character and gracious demeanor are truly inspiring and a reflection of the upbringing he received. May Allah preserve him, reward him immensely for serving the Deen, elevate the ranks of his beloved father, and allow us to benefit from their legacy of knowledge and sincerity.
اللهم بارك فيهما واجزهما عن الإسلام والمسلمين خير الجزاء.
They wish—oh how bitterly they wish—that their Ulama were honored like how Allah has placed the love of these Shuyukh in the hearts of the believers, the Muwahideen.
They look at our Shaykh and they sneer, but Allah—the One who turns the hearts—has placed in our chests a love that no slander can uproot, no accusation can taint, and no jealousy can diminish. That love is not for the man himself in his humility, but for what he represents:
The truth he speaks, the sacrifices he made, the chains he bore, the Dunya he spat upon, and the Deen he revived when others buried it.
And them—they wish, with every fiber of their hollow existence, that their scholars could command even a fraction of that love. But they cannot. They never will. Because love is not bought with palaces, nor earned with fatwas issued to please Tawaghit, nor won by smiling into the cameras of Oppressors. Love is a gift from Allah—and He bestows it only upon those who are truthful, upon those who are steadfast, upon those who stand when others sit, upon those who speak when others stay silent, and upon those who sacrifice when others lay back.
Their scholars sit comfortably while the Ummah bleeds, and then they wonder why no one weeps over them, why no one preserves their words, why no one defends their honor. It is because they sold their honor long ago—for a seat at the king's table, for a title, for a pension, for the fleeting praise of the Tawaghit and enemis of Allah. They traded the love of the believers for the paycheck of the kings, and so Allah stripped their hearts of barakah and stripped the hearts of the believers from loving them.
But our Shuyukh—by the grace of Allah—they became poor, they became prisoners so that the truth could be free. And Allah, in His perfect justice, placed their love in the hearts of the Muwahideen as a reward for their patience, as a crown for their sacrifice, and as a mark of their inheritance from the Prophets.
So yes, they wish. They wish with a burning, gnawing, consuming envy that their scholars were honored even half as much. But they never will be. Because Allah does not place the love of traitors in the hearts of the believers, nor does He glorify those who glorify the enemies of His Deen.
Their scholars will die in obscurity—their names forgotten, their books gathering dust, their graves unvisited—while the names of our Shuyukh will be spoken until the last day, inscribed in the hearts of the believers, recorded in the books of angels, and mentioned in the heavens.
The Prophet ﷺ said: "When Allah loves a servant, He calls Jibril and says: 'I love so-and-so, so love him.' And Jibril loves him, and then calls to the inhabitants of the heavens: 'Allah loves so-and-so, so love him.' And the people of the heavens love him, and then acceptance is placed in the earth for him."
That is what Allah has done for our Shuyukh—He has placed their love in the hearts of the Muwahideen as a mark of His pleasure.
And them? They can rage against it, mock it, call it shirk, call it exaggeration, call it whatever their diseased hearts desire—but they cannot change it. The love is there. It is real. It is unshakable. And it will outlive them, their kings, their palaces, and their corrupt fatwas.
So weep, we say O jealous ones. Weep until your eyes run dry. For every tear you shed in envy, the love of our Shuyukh only grows deeper in the hearts of the believers—because Allah protects what He loves, and He defends those who defend His Deen. We praise no one above Allah, but we honor those He honored, and we will never—never—apologize for loving the carriers of the Sunnah.
Know that your scholars will always be second-class—because they chose the Dunya, and the Dunya chose to spit them out.
While ours chose the Akhirah, and the Akhirah embraced them, and the believers embraced them after, and Allah embraced them first.
They look at our Shaykh and they sneer, but Allah—the One who turns the hearts—has placed in our chests a love that no slander can uproot, no accusation can taint, and no jealousy can diminish. That love is not for the man himself in his humility, but for what he represents:
The truth he speaks, the sacrifices he made, the chains he bore, the Dunya he spat upon, and the Deen he revived when others buried it.
And them—they wish, with every fiber of their hollow existence, that their scholars could command even a fraction of that love. But they cannot. They never will. Because love is not bought with palaces, nor earned with fatwas issued to please Tawaghit, nor won by smiling into the cameras of Oppressors. Love is a gift from Allah—and He bestows it only upon those who are truthful, upon those who are steadfast, upon those who stand when others sit, upon those who speak when others stay silent, and upon those who sacrifice when others lay back.
Their scholars sit comfortably while the Ummah bleeds, and then they wonder why no one weeps over them, why no one preserves their words, why no one defends their honor. It is because they sold their honor long ago—for a seat at the king's table, for a title, for a pension, for the fleeting praise of the Tawaghit and enemis of Allah. They traded the love of the believers for the paycheck of the kings, and so Allah stripped their hearts of barakah and stripped the hearts of the believers from loving them.
But our Shuyukh—by the grace of Allah—they became poor, they became prisoners so that the truth could be free. And Allah, in His perfect justice, placed their love in the hearts of the Muwahideen as a reward for their patience, as a crown for their sacrifice, and as a mark of their inheritance from the Prophets.
So yes, they wish. They wish with a burning, gnawing, consuming envy that their scholars were honored even half as much. But they never will be. Because Allah does not place the love of traitors in the hearts of the believers, nor does He glorify those who glorify the enemies of His Deen.
Their scholars will die in obscurity—their names forgotten, their books gathering dust, their graves unvisited—while the names of our Shuyukh will be spoken until the last day, inscribed in the hearts of the believers, recorded in the books of angels, and mentioned in the heavens.
The Prophet ﷺ said: "When Allah loves a servant, He calls Jibril and says: 'I love so-and-so, so love him.' And Jibril loves him, and then calls to the inhabitants of the heavens: 'Allah loves so-and-so, so love him.' And the people of the heavens love him, and then acceptance is placed in the earth for him."
That is what Allah has done for our Shuyukh—He has placed their love in the hearts of the Muwahideen as a mark of His pleasure.
And them? They can rage against it, mock it, call it shirk, call it exaggeration, call it whatever their diseased hearts desire—but they cannot change it. The love is there. It is real. It is unshakable. And it will outlive them, their kings, their palaces, and their corrupt fatwas.
So weep, we say O jealous ones. Weep until your eyes run dry. For every tear you shed in envy, the love of our Shuyukh only grows deeper in the hearts of the believers—because Allah protects what He loves, and He defends those who defend His Deen. We praise no one above Allah, but we honor those He honored, and we will never—never—apologize for loving the carriers of the Sunnah.
Know that your scholars will always be second-class—because they chose the Dunya, and the Dunya chose to spit them out.
While ours chose the Akhirah, and the Akhirah embraced them, and the believers embraced them after, and Allah embraced them first.
The Ulama of Haq are loved, and they will always be loved, until the Day when the only love that matters is the love of Al-Wadud—the Most Loving—and on that Day, you will see clearly who truly loved Him and who only loved the thrones of this world. And on that Day, your wish will turn into regret—and our love will turn into intercession, by the permission of Allah.
نحسبهم كذلك والله حسيبهم.
نحسبهم كذلك والله حسيبهم.