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Sheekhad/Ash-Shaykha Khadija bint Faraj ibn Abdallah Al Zayla’i was female muhadditha (Hadith scholar) born in 805 AH (1402-1403 AD). She was of Zayla’i origin (Somali)

She studied under scholars like Imam Al Jamal Al Hanbali and another female scholar, Aisha bint Abdulhadi, and it is mentioned she studied under others and they granted her ijazah (authorisation).
She was righteous, constant in her devotional practices and recitation. She narrated Hadith to big scholars like Imam As-Suyuti and Al Sakhawi

She performed the pilgrimage, resided in the Hijaz, and visited Jerusalem. Her father was righteous and respected.

She was the wife of Muḥammad b. ʿAlī b. Muḥammad b. ʿAbd Allāh al-Qalyūbī al-Ḥaffār, and mother of Muḥammad, the charitable merchant in the Sūq al-Sharb. She passed away the ninth century AH.

References:
Al-Ḍawʾ al-Lāmiʿ li-Ahl al-Qarn al-Tāsiʿ — الضوء اللامع لأهل القرن التاسع
ʿUnwān al-Zamān bi-Tarājim al-Shuyūkh wa-l-Aqrān — عنوان الزمان بتراجم الشيوخ والأقران
Al-Imām al-Ḥāfiẓ Jalāl al-Dīn al-Suyūṭī — الإمام الحافظ جلال الدين السيوطي
Aʿlām al-Nisāʾ fī ʿĀlamay al-ʿArab wa-l-Islām — أعلام النساء في عالمي العرب والإسلام

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As-salaamu alaikum, brothers and sisters.

My wife became ill on Monday, and despite trying medication from local pharmacies, her condition continued to worsen. On Wednesday night, I had to take her to a hospital in the city because I could no longer watch her suffer.

Alhamdulillah, she is now improving, and I am grateful to Allah for that. I am currently at the hospital with my family, and I kindly ask you all to remember my wife in your duas.

May Allah grant her complete shifaa, remove her pain, restore her health, and make this illness a means of expiation for her sins. May Allah grant her strength, bless our family with patience, and ease every difficulty we are facing.

Please keep her in your prayers. May Allah heal all those who are sick and grant relief to everyone going through hardship.

Jazakum Allahu khayran. Amiin

After fourteen years of FGS governments, it’s honestly humiliating that we still haven’t restored the most valuable parts of our own history. And then we act outraged when our culture gets stolen or misattributed, by other countries.

When foreigners come to the capital of Somalia to see the history behind it they show him child paintings and refugees like it's history and all we have ever done.

If we don't take our history seriously we should anyone else?

I don’t really know what the point of this post is going to be, but I feel like I need to get this off my chest because I’ve never actually spoken to anyone about it. I just want to be honest about how I feel, even if it makes me sound jealous.
For some background, I went to France this summer, like I do every year, because my mum’s sister lives there and we usually stay with her family for the summer. My cousin and I are close, and I’ve always known that she and her dad have a good relationship but being around them this summer made me realise just how close they actually are.
My cousin and her dad are genuinely best friends. And I don’t mean that in the usual way people say they’re close to their parents because they have a conversation here and there. I mean they actually talk all the time, call each other even when they’re not together, laugh together, make eachother food and just seem so comfortable around each other. I’ve been in my cousin’s room while she’s on the phone with her dad, who’s out for the day and they’re just laughing and talking like two best friends. She openly says that her dad is her best friend and you can tell how much she loves him.
For context, we’re Somali and my mum’s side of the family is originally from Barawe, Somalia. A lot of my family speak Af Barawe but I was never brought up speaking or hearing the language, so I only understand Somali. When I’m around my mum’s side of the family, I sometimes feel a little disconnected because they speak a language I don’t understand. But seeing my cousin and her dad interact (speaking af barawe to eachother) made me realise that, even beyond the language there’s a whole level of closeness between them that I’ve never experienced with my own father.
And honestly? I’m jealous.
I love my cousin and I’m genuinely happy that she has this relationship with her dad. I wouldn’t want her to have anything less. But at the same time, I can’t help wishing I had that too.
My dad is present in my life. I live with both my parents and my dad is physically there. But emotionally, I feel like we’re strangers who happen to live in the same house.
We can go days without speaking to each other, and it’s not because we’ve had an argument or fallen out. We’re just not close. Neither of us really makes an effort to change that, and I honestly don’t know how to describe our relationship beyond saying it’s awkward.
Sometimes we’ll both be in the kitchen doing our own thing, and I’ll try to start a conversation but it feels like he’s not interested in making an effort to keep it going. I end up feeling stupid for even trying. It’s not just me either. He’s like this with my siblings too, but I feel like they don’t really care as much about it as I do. For some reason, it bothers me a lot.
One moment from this summer has really stuck with me.
My aunt and uncle called me into their bedroom one day because they wanted to talk to me and catch up. I ended up talking to my uncle, who’s my cousin’s dad so freely. I told him about things going on in my life and some of the problems I’ve been dealing with. I was comfortable enough to open up to him in a way that I honestly wouldn’t be with my own dad.
And sitting there, talking to my uncle I suddenly understood my cousin.
I understood why she calls her dad her best friend. I understood why she can spend hours on the phone with him even though she’ll see him at home later. I understood why she tells him her whole life, why she laughs with him and why she seems so comfortable around him.
Because I was experiencing that comfort myself and it hit me how much I’ve been missing.
I remember thinking that I wished he was my dad. Wishing that this is the father I wanted, the relationship i desired. I remember in that moment thinking about my uncle how he’s so good to me baring in mind that this was literally just a paternal uncle, my aunties husband so by blood not my actual uncle .. and was treating me exactly like his daughter, I was so emotional at a point that he told me Kaali baba and gave eachother a hug I felt so loved by my uncle. And I feel horrible even typing that because I love my own dad, and I love my uncle too. I’m not saying my uncle should replace my father or that I don’t want my cousin to have him. I just wish I could have that same relationship with my own dad.
I wish talking to him didn’t feel awkward. I wish I could tell him what’s going on in my life without feeling uncomfortable. I wish we could laugh together and have conversations that weren’t forced. I wish I could call him just because I wanted to talk to him.
It’s such a strange feeling because my dad is right there. I haven’t grown up without a father physically present in my life, but sometimes I still feel like I’ve missed out on something that other people take for granted.
And it isn’t just about this summer. I’ve noticed these things for years. Being around my cousin and her dad has just made the contrast impossible to ignore.
Sometimes I even think about my future and wonder how marriage is going to work. One day, someone is going to want to ask my dad for my hand in marriage, and I genuinely don’t know how that’s going to feel. I don’t know how I’m supposed to approach him about something so important when we barely speak to each other as it is. Even imagining that situation makes me uncomfortable.
I don’t know if I’m looking for advice, reassurance or just somewhere to say all of this without someone I know finding out. I’ve never told my cousin that I feel this way, and I don’t plan on making her feel guilty for having a good relationship with her dad. She deserves that relationship and I’m happy she has it.
But I think I’ve been keeping these feelings to myself for so long that I needed to admit them somewhere.
So, to any Somali girls reading this who have a close relationship with their dads, please treasure it. Don’t take it for granted. Being able to talk to your dad freely, laugh with him, tell him about your problems and genuinely consider him your best friend is something that not everyone gets to experience, even if their dad lives in the same house as them.
I wish I had that with mine.

Asc guys winter is coming up and I need help finding an indoor futball field in Eden prairie or around the area I can’t more than 15 miles.