At the Madrasa there are many courses and other activities you can be involved in, they have excellent teachers who have studied extensively in Syria and I got to know the brothers who teach there quite well.
It is such a good environment to learn and the brothers and sisters that were there to learn definitely benefited from their experience.
The imam of the Masjid there was an inspiration to me. He is a 29 year old Moroccan, alim, hafiz of Qur’an and has travelled the world in pursuit of knowledge and Tabligh.After every Asr salah he would give us all a copy of the Qur’an and together we would recite 1 para.His qirat was amazing and it was an absolute pleasure to stand behind him or sit next to him and listen.
Apart from the Arabic lessons, the Madrasa is situated on an extremely large area of land, much of which is farm land.It is quite something when you have just finished a group dhikr of Qur’an in the Masjid and then take a walk through this amazing scenery.You get a real sense of closeness to Allah (swt) and peace of heart.
There is a growing community of Muslims in Granada and especially in Puebla de Don Fadrique the town next to the Madrasa. Many people have converted and many people are planning to move there. I was told by the owners that houses are being built on land nearby which has received great interest from people all over the world. To pluck two names out, Shaykh Hamza Yusuf and Abdul Hakim Murad are purchasing houses there.
After the disaster of the inquisition and subsequent holocaust the Muslims are slowly returning, but overlooking the Madrasa is a beautiful but stark reminder of how things can change. A large hill/mountain dominates the skyline that was where thousands of Muslims were slaughtered whilst fleeing the Catholic armies.
The Madrassa has a massive library of some extremely important works and interestingly, many important works from scholars and laymen from the time of Muslim rule in Spain.It is said that when the Catholics were insanely murdering millions of Muslims in that most massive and disturbing of holocausts, the smoke from the burning of books could be seen from Morocco.The Spanish Catholics totally and utterly destroyed all things Muslim and to this very day Spanish education fails to teach the children about 800 years of Muslim life in Spain.
The madrasa has discovered and collected over the years many works that had not been destroyed and is now engaged in translating them to the benefit of the ummah and history.I have been told that some these manuscripts contain diaries of ordinary people at the time of the holocaust and inquisition and their feelings about it, it also paints a fascinating picture of how life was during this period.
Al Hamdulillah, I have just returned from Spain with my family after visiting the Madrasa in the town of Puebla de Don Fadrique in the Province of Granada, Andalusia. It was a fantastic visit and I would certainly visit again…and indeed I plan to do so. The Madrasa was the star of the hit TV series The Retreat where a number of young Muslims and non Muslims sought to find spirituality through dhikr, contemplation and meditation in this outpost of calmness and relaxation in the Andalusian countryside.
The Madrasa itself is beautiful and surrounded by amazing scenery and the time spent there in the mosque and in the wider area has benefited my greatly.I would certainly recommend people to visit but it must be accompanied with a small word of advice.
The Muslims here are great people and very hospitable but you should not expect a perfect Islamic community that adheres to all the tenants of Islam as they have developed there own Andalusian brand of Islam that at times is quite frustrating.
I have always been an opponent of Islamic modernists and was left with my chin of the ground at many of their ideals and mentalities of supposed learnered Muslims.
If anyone wishes to go to the Madrasa it should be known that there will be mixed eating areas and mixed lessons where sisters and brothers will be sat side by side. Hijabs are not worn at all or not worn properly by many sisters.
But alas, there was not much I could do about the whole thing so keeping myself to myself was what I did. I have been informed, however, that when true alims arrive at the madrasa, segregation and hijab is very strict – strange!
There are more issues, but I do not want to dwell on them because the importance of this small Muslim community in Andalusian Spain is immense and the work they do is fantastic.
Despite the lack of adherence of the shariya, it is still a place definately worth visiting.
Whilst we were there they were engaging in dawah. A party of 15 men and women came to learn about Islam and the amazing thing about these people were that they were all former Catholic nuns and monks who had left the church and their former lives because they came to the realisation that many Catholic doctrines were all man made, incorrect and immoral.
Extracts from Mufti Muhammad ibn Adam’s personal account of his trip to Yemen: (LINK)
Habib Umar informed me how he spent some time in India with the Jama’ah Tabligh. He said, his father Shaykh Abu Bakr ibn Salim had close links with the head of the Jama’ah Tabligh in India, Shaykh Muhammad Yusuf al-Kandahlawi (Allah have mercy on them both). He said his father was also in contact with the great Muhaddith of the Subcontinent, Shaykh Muhammad Zakariyya al-Kandahlawi (Allah have mercy on him). The meeting ended with me gifting Habib Umar some books, including the two volume Hadith text of I’la al-Sunan by Imam Zafar Ahmad Uthmani
He [Shaykh Habib Ali] mentioned to me how his teacher Habib Umar’s father had close contacts with the Ulama of Deoband. He said Habib Umar’s father, Shaykh Abu Bakr ibn Salim, was very close to the Amir of Tabligh in India, the late Shaykh Yusuf al-Kandahlawi, the author of Hayat al-Sahaba (Allah have mercy on them both). He stated that when Shaykh Yusuf was compiling his masterpiece work, Hayat al-Sahaba (Lives of the Companions), Shaykh Abu Bakr was with him and actually took the honour of compiling the index for this auspicious work. The edition with Shaykh Abu Bakr Salim’s writing is still in existence, Habib Ali said. Habib Ali also mentioned that Shaykh Abu Bakr ibn Salim was a friend of Shaykh Muhammad Zakariyya al-Kandahlawi (Allah have mercy on him), and that Habib Umar himself travelled to India with the Jama’ah of Da’wa and Tabligh some years ago.
Sayyid Habib Ali (may Allah preserve him) also advised me on the roles and responsibilities of young Ulama in the West. He stressed the importance of teaching the younger generation as to how they should treat non-Muslims and how their behaviour should be towards them. We also talked about some other issues.
Shaykh Habib Ali Zain al-Abideen ibn Abd al-Rahman al-Jifri (may Allah preserve him) gave a wonderful lecture in clear and eloquent Arabic (without any running translation) that carried on for around an hour. Thereafter, he answered some written questions forwarded by the students and with that, the session came to an end. After Dua, students were crowding around Habib Ali in order to shake and kiss his hands. Masha Allah , these students really knew how to respect and revere their esteemed teacher!
Read the article in full:10 Days in the Blessed Lands of Yemen(A personal account by Mufti Muhammad ibn Adam al-Kawthari on his recent trip to Yemen)
in March 2001 I became a Muslim and on September the 11th of that same year my life changed. It didn’t change for the reasons you may think (knowing the date), it changed because that was the date I began my travels to India and Pakistan to learn about the Deen of Islam.I began my journey with such excitement and in such anticipation of what was to come. Indeed this was the time I learnt what it was to be Muslim, I learnt how Muslims lived, behaved, dealt with each other and how Islam really is the whole of someone’s life. Coming from a Christian background I was very impressed how Islam impacted on everything from personal hygiene to business and to social activities.
I remember I made a du’a soon after I became Muslim, the Du’a was “Oh Allah , take me to India and Pakistan so I can learn about You and Your religion” I had no reason to specifically request India and Pakistan, I mean, why not Saudi Arabia? Why not Malaysia? Why not any other Arab country? This du’a just seemed to come out of my heart. Subhanallah, it wasn’t until months after I returned that the memory of me making this du’a came rushing back in an amazing moment. The realisation of Allah ’s Favour and Mercy upon me by answering that specific Du’a gave me goose pimples!
So there I was a white guy in India, a white guy that hates chilli…in India….ouch! I lived amongst the Muslims for months and learnt so much (I learnt how to avoid the deep evil that is chilli…! I learnt that you can’t) But this was a defining period for me, it was a period that shaped my life and a period that I am still reaping the benefits from. Alhamdulillah.
But India isn’t a Muslim country is it? So I was looking forward to visiting Pakistan like a child would look forward to his birthday. In hindsight I was naive, but I thought that Pakistan (being a Muslim country) was surely the best place in the world, it was Muslim after all therefore populated by people with the character of angles who all lived in a perfect society. I thought how lucky I was to visit a country that had Islam as its religion, that had men in full beards and women in hijab, the masjid’s packed full of devout, God fearing men who would do anything for you and do it all with a smile.
I had no reason to think otherwise when I crossed the boarder between India and Pakistan, we drove underneath a massive iron construction with an arch that stretched over the whole road. I looked up and read the kalimah.
“I’ve come home, It doesn’t get much better than this” I exclaimed.
It took no less than 60 seconds for my first disappointment. It was Asr time and as soon as we crossed the boarder we saw a mosque and decided to pray. As we rushed on foot to catch the jammat I noticed men just sitting around outside the mosque, kicking stones, twiddling their fingers with what seemed like no care in the world.
I couldn’t understand how people, upon hearing the adhan would not go to the mosque. They were still there when we left the mosque; one of the brothers had to break the news to me that unfortunately not all brothers here in Pakistan pray.
Devastated I left…. only then to pass a church….A Church….?! In Pakistan? huh?! A tear drop moved down my cheek and my heart was broken. I could understand why people would not practice their religion in India (there were many Hindu’s and Sikh’s and Christians) but there is no reason at all for them not practice their religion in Pakistan I felt.
During my time in Pakistan I began to realise that I shouldn’t have such high expectations of Muslims because in most cases I was disappointed. Women without Hijab, men without beards, mosques empty, People not praying, boys and girls intermingling like Britain (in Karachi) and a desire for the material pleasures of this world that was so obviously consuming them. Obviously I saw areas in which Islam was practiced strongly but the overwhelming feeling was that in fact people didn’t give a damn. This realisation hurt me so much.
So 5 years later I am totally aware of the state of the Ummah, I see the painful reality everyday and somehow I have become numb to it. Not numb in respect of the Ummah because I hurt everyday for the Ummah, rather I have become numb for the individual. In other words, I have lost that pain and hurt and heart stopping worry for the individual when I see him or her fail to act upon their Islamic obligation.
So I have chanced upon a trip to Dubai, a place, I have been told, that is just waiting to be destroyed by Allah (swt) because of the filth therein. I have asked for an opinion of Dubai by people who have been and even lived there and this place sounds as if Shaytaan has moulded it into everything his heart desires. Alcohol, gambling, prostitution, interest and bags full of dunya, dunya and dunya.
That naive, innocent new born Muslim who travelled to India and Pakistan to earn his Deen is now completely aware of the reality of Islam and how it is practiced in the world. Dubai, it seems, is everything that a Muslim society shouldn’t be.
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