Abu Dawud Book 19. Knowledge

Abu Dawud Book 19, Hadith Number 3635.

Chapter : Exhortation to the pursuit of knowledge. Narated By N/A : The tradition mentioned above has also been transmitted by Abu al-Darda through a different chain of narrators to the same effect from the Holy Prophet (PBUH).

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Abu Dawud Book 19, Hadith Number 3639.

Chapter : Writing the knowledge. Narated By Abdullah ibn Amr ibn al-‘As : I used to write everything which I heard from the Apostle of Allah (PBUH). I intended (by it) to memorise it. The Quraysh prohibited me saying: Do…

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Abu Dawud Book 19, Hadith Number 3640.

Chapter : Writing the knowledge. Narated By Zayd ibn Thabit : Al-Muttalib ibn Abdullah ibn Hantab said: Zayd ibn Thabit entered upon Mu’awiyah and asked him about a tradition. He ordered a man to write it. Zayd said: The Apostle…

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Abu Dawud Book 19, Hadith Number 3641.

Chapter : Writing the knowledge. Narated By Abu Hurairah : When Mecca was conquered, the Holy Prophet (PBUH) stood up. He (Abu Hurairah) then mentioned the sermon of the Holy Prophet (PBUH). He said: A man of the Yemen, who…

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Abu Dawud Book 19, Hadith Number 3643.

Chapter : Gravity in lying about the apostle of allah peacebeuponhim. Narated By ‘Abd Allah b. al-Zubair on the authority of his father : I asked al-Zubair: What prevents you from narrating from the Apostle of Allah (PBUH) as his…

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Abu Dawud Book 19, Hadith Number 3646.

Chapter : Quick narration of traditions. Narated By Narrated’Urwah : Abu Hurairah sat besides the apartment of ‘Aisha while she was praying. He then began to say: Listen, O lady of the apartment, saying twice. When she finished her prayer,…

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Abu Dawud Book 19, Hadith Number 3647.

Chapter : Quick narration of traditions. Narated By ‘Aisha, Ummul Mu’minin : Are you not surprised at Abu Hurairah? He came and sat beside my apartment, and began to narrate traditions from the Apostle of Allah (PBUH) making me hear…

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