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Hoor Ka Jannat Se Zameen Ki Taraf Chalna

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1. Hazrat Abu Hurayra (May Allah be pleased with him) narrated:

Prophet Muhammad (Peace and blessings of God be upon him) said: "There is a river in Jannah named al-Baydakh, with trees growing on both of its banks. When the dwellers of Paradise wish to listen to them, they will say, 'Come with us to al-Baydakh, so that we may listen to the beautiful and heart-touching voices of the trees.' Thereupon, the trees will sing in such a beautiful voice that if Allah had not willed for the inhabitants of Jannah to never die, they would have died out of pure passion and longing for these voices. As soon as the Maidens attached to the trees hear these beautiful voices, they will recite something in Arabic in a very beautiful manner and voice. Then, the Auliya (Saints) of God will approach them, and each person will choose the Maiden they desire the most. In place of the chosen Maidens, Allah (Glorified and Exalted is He) will instantly cause other Maidens just like them to grow." This narration is recorded in Sifat-ul-Jannah by Imam Abu Nu'aym.

2. Ibn Abbas (may Allah be pleased with him and his father) said:

"Indeed, in Paradise there is a river called al-Baydakh. Upon it are domes made of rubies (or precious jewels), beneath which maidens grow. The people of Paradise will say, 'Let us go to al-Baydakh.' When they arrive there, they will look at those maidens. If one of them is pleased with a maiden, he places his hand upon her wrist, and she follows him. Another then grows in her place."

Primary References

This narration is recorded in:

1) Ibn Abi al-Dunya, Ṣifat al-Jannah, Hadith no. 69.

2) Abu Nu'aym al-Isfahani, Ṣifat al-Jannah, Hadith no. 324.

It is also cited in:

• Hādī al-Arwāḥ ilā Bilād al-Afrāḥ, p. 390 (Dār 'Ālam al-Fawā'id edition).

• Ithāf al-Sādah al-Muttaqīn, vol. 10, p. 543.

Authenticity

According to the scholars cited by Hadith Answers:

• Jalal al-Din al-Suyuti stated in al-Budūr al-Sāfirah (Hadith no. 1927) that all the narrators in its chain are reliable (thiqāt).

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Mesdames ne soyez pas jalouses des houris promises à vos maris ... Arguments et preuves à l'appui ...

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[urfavmurtad]

Hey, do the 72 virgins have free will? If not, are they like sex bots?

Naw the houris are beautiful magic virgin prostitute things, you just grab one and start pumping, no need for even Netflix and chilling. They don’t really have personalities or desires. They’re just sex bots with doe eyes and big ol’ titties (that are NOT saggy, of course) according to The Good Book. Tbh I think the weirdest thing about houris isn’t their existence, bc what else would u realistically expect from a religion made up by a str8 guy with multiple wives, but the way they look.

the marrow of the bones of their legs will be seen through the bones and the flesh

Not to kinkshame but what the fuck. Is this what the straights are into? Like

Here is ur reward for dying in battle, congratulations

[gotojobin]

#Houris The Houris are the 72 beautiful women that serve each man when he goes to the Islamic Heaven. They are said to have dark hair, dark eyes, and skin fairer than the moon.

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#AttentatParis: et maintenant "la radicalisation expresse" : c'est nouveau, ça vient de sortir!

#AttentatParis: et maintenant “la radicalisation expresse” : c’est nouveau, ça vient de sortir!

Donc Karim Cheurfi, 39 ans, le monstre responsable de la fusillade des Champs -Elysées, perpétrée au nom de Daesh, et où un malheureux policier a été assassiné et deux autres grièvement blessés, n’est pas musulman, non, bien sûr ! Il est “radicalisé” ! Seulement comme personne n’a rien vu venir, surtout pas les deux magistrats qui auraient pu le renvoyer en prison pour les graves transgressions…

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#AttentatParis: et maintenant "la radicalisation expresse" : c'est nouveau, ça vient de sortir!

#AttentatParis: et maintenant “la radicalisation expresse” : c’est nouveau, ça vient de sortir!

Donc Karim Cheurfi, 39 ans, le monstre responsable de la fusillade des Champs -Elysées, perpétrée au nom de Daesh, et où un malheureux policier a été assassiné et deux autres grièvement blessés, n’est pas musulman, non, bien sûr ! Il est “radicalisé” ! Seulement comme personne n’a rien vu venir, surtout pas les deux magistrats qui auraient pu le renvoyer en prison pour les graves transgressions…

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Already the visions have come, Come have the joys of Paradise, Asking to be penned down, Sweetly like houris pleading to be embraced: Lush gardens girt with waterways on all sides And the moment you step in you are reeling from the fragrance Of a thousand roses blossoming. 'Wait a moment,' I laugh at this doe-eyed beauty covering me in kisses, 'Let me finish writing!' For if I don't do it now, These vistas will be forever to me lost. But she unravels my turban, Uncaring, Revealing breasts whose majesty commands worship This very moment. Oh, such is the fate of all poets in Paradise-- Look at how Khayyam lifts his hand to sway that maiden! Now I have to laugh as I notice he bends to his cup; First, he wants to finish his wine! And over there, three beauties clinging to the robes of Rumi, But he is blind to their charms, Wandering around as he does, Desperately looking for his Shams! Only Hafiz has laid his head in a soft silken lap Purring happily like a cat as his hair is stroked. You may think I am blaspheming, But nothing could be farther from the truth: This but proves that a poet is always First and foremost a poet, Devoted to that which inspires him To the exclusion of all others. And why not? It is the form through which God has manifested himself for us, The cup in Nishapur, The sun in Rúm, The picnic in Shiraz. The All-Knowing knows the weakest part in all hearts' defenses, And slips in easily, The Beloved seducing all Like a courtesan knowing which perfume drives which client mad, Which colour of dress stirs another's desire, Which pose makes the third pounce her with a cry of delight. And now you ask what it is for Prem that most haunts him But he is too busy to answer; Sighing this very moment onto the cleft mound Drunk from its honey and its dew and its sap Parting its petals with his lips Sucking that pomegranate-red stigma of flesh Avidly into his mouth.

-Prema Kalidasi