THE 70^TH BIRTHDAY!

A friend announced the arrival of the 70th birthday. I say CONGRATULATIONS!! It is not the chronological age, it is the mental and physical age that counts. Years are nothing but means to harvest achievements, to gain more experience, and to grow more wisdom. My friend, stay happy, healthy, and productive. Have many more years to enjoy and harvest more.

Ezzat 10.21.2009

This painting won the first prize in watercolors on October 18, 2009 during the American Society of Anesthesiologists Convention held in New Orleans (+20,000 attending).

My Hidden Fortunes

 

I must have had the wealthiest relatives on earth who had the kindest hearts, the right vision, the smartest minds of them all. They had the kindest hearts because they put away millions of dollars in my name. They had the right vision because, although they had many choices, they chose me in particular for these huge fortunes. They knew I care about them, although they are dead and I do not even know them. Before they passed away, they must had checked me on Google, asked the IRS, and looked at my bank accounts before reaching the conclusion that I am the right person to inherent their huge mountains of dollars. They also spread the word about me; so much so that men, widows, bankers, etc., etc., from allover the world trust me and would beg to give me hundreds of thousands of dollars. My above-mentioned relatives had the smartest minds because, although none of them left Egypt, they managed to have bank accounts allover the world especially at the sub-Saharan Africa. They had accounts in the Bank of England, the bank of Canada, and their favorite bank was the Bank of Nigeria. They also could disguise themselves and have the accounts under fictitious names, but they trust my intelligence to decode these names. For example, Mr. John Campanili Toshiba is my great uncle Mahmoud who could not read or write, never left the village, and died 83 years ago. He was really a smart and kind man who stacked away one million dollars under my name, even before I was born. He had great connection with Heavens to know, at least 83 years ago, that his grandson Ibrahim, that’s my father, will have a son, he would name him Ezzat, that is me, who would live in the United States and will have an email. Amazing, isn’t it?!!

The kind people back at these countries were the fortunes are hidden wanted some information about me to insure that I am truly the lucky trustworthy Ezzat Abouleish. Otherwise the greedy banks would confiscate the deposits especially at these days were liquidity is hard to find. So what the heck! I provided them with all the information they required, including my bank accounts and the routing because I am smart, “they cannot transfer me the money unless they know my bank accounts”, right? right! And since the sums of money are huge and the banks nowadays are in trouble, I gave them all my bank accounts and asked them not to send over one minion dollars to one account. In fact I opened ten more accounts for this purpose.

Based on the great fortunes I will soon receive, I started to pack. In a few days I will be leaving to the Caribbean after I have chosen an island to buy at a bargain, only $9.9 Millions. All of you, with your families and friends are invited, not only to visit, but also to live if you want; I hate to live on an island the size of Houston by myself. The island has a great mansion overlooking the turquoise Caribbean Sea with iguanas roaming at the back porch and parrots nesting in the mahogany trees ahead. Servants? Don’t worry, since I own the land, all the villagers would love to serve me, and cook for me. I told them, for religious reasons, I can eat fish, dear, but not wild pigs. So come and join me!! To be there by myself in such a paradise would be quite a selfishness and would upset my relatives’ souls. So, good bye for the time being and see you soon on the Abouleish Island!!!!!

 

Ezzat Abouleish, Houston,  9.5.2009

Physician’s art blends East and West

By MARY ANN HELLINGHAUSEN

Updated: 08.19.09

Dr. Ezzat Abouleish loves to sip tea and tell jokes when in his homeland of Egypt. But since coming to the United States 41 years ago, painting has become his love, leading to a unique marriage of Western and Islamic art.

“I like Islamic, Arabic art, but it misses something - the colors and designs of classic Western art,’’ the retired physician said. “I was looking for the birth of a new art.’’

Abouleish, 78, professor emeritus of anesthesiology at the University of Texas-Houston and a longtime Brook Forest resident, has always been artistic.

“I consider medicine an art and a science,’’ Abouleish said. “You can’t take art from medicine.’’ While a teaching and practicing physician, he designed his own text books and drew the illustrations, which were completed by professional medical illustrators.

Over the last decade, with training from College of the Mainland, private instructors and observations of the masters in Paris and London, he has been painting prolifically.

Freeman Exhibit

His exhibit, “Where the East Meets the West,’’ featuring 31 pieces, can be seen at the Clear Lake City-County Freeman Branch Library through Sept. 30, during the month of Ramadan.

Freeman Librarian Karen Akkerman said the library likes to display exhibits about various holidays, especially showing different cultures. “It keeps us as diverse as possible,’’ she said. “”We get lots of feedback from people who really appreciate it.’’

The annual fast of Ramadan is considered one of the five "pillars" of Islam. Muslims who are physically able are required to fast each day of the entire month, from sunrise to sunset. The evenings are spent enjoying family and community meals, engaging in prayer and spiritual reflection, and reading from the Qu'ran.

Illustrating the Qu’ran

Abouleish also is busy creating an illustrated version of the 640-page Qu’ran using calligraphy. It’s taken him five years to complete about 540 pages so far. “Each chapter has its own design to reflect the meaning of the chapter,’’ he said. “Sometimes I’ll work on it until 2 in the morning. I love it. Once I get started working on it, I can’t stop.’’

Abouleish was one of the main artists of the project “Painting for Peace’’ that was displayed at Rice University, Ghandi Center in Houston and the University of Houston in 2006.

Among his works on exhibit at Freeman are “God’s Blessings,’’ which blends Islamic images with the Western image of a turkey and “The Elephant Story,’’ an illustration of a story in the Qu'ran during the period of the birth-year of the prophet Muhammad.

The library also has copies of his three books.

Freeman is located at 16616 Diana Lane, Houston, 77062. For more information, visit http://www.hcpl.net/location/clear-lake-city-county-freeman-branch-library?page=1

For more information about Abouleish, visit http://ezzat2007.spaces.live.com.

 

I live in the Clear Lake area. I have built a studio in the woods adjacent to my residence for art work and meditation. It is my refuge from all materialistic life that is bombarding us every minute. I wanted to have serenity, and my studio provided that. I wanted shade, and the trees offered that. I wanted nature, and the surroundings supplied that.

Then came hurricane Ike, the number one enemy of trees in Texas. Many of them could not face its fierce destructive power and were knocked down.

From our neighbor’s yard, one special oak tree fell on the roof of my studio and smashed it badly. After removing the main trunk from my roof, our neighbor expressed the desire to remove the stump of the tree that looked like a sore thumb, sticking out from his yard and pointing at my studio. I objected to his notion because I loved the tree that gave me shade for many years. Truly it caused the destruction of my studio, but it was not her fault. No one should be mad at her or what she did. In fact both she and I were victims of hurricane Ike. If it were for her, she would have preferred to stay tall and proud. To eradicate completely this lovely tree would have been painful for her and me. It would have indicated ungratefulness on my side. The majestic tree provided me with shade silently and faithfully for many years. Thus I felt I should reciprocate and preserve what is left of her. Therefore, I suggested to our neighbor that I would paint the stump. He said, “You are going to spend a few days doing that, do you expect me to pay you?” I said, “No. This is something between me and the tree.” So I did this oil painting of sunflower on her stump (see attachments). Then I sealed it with a plastic spray to stay always safe and shining. Now I feel great, she gave me shade, and I gave her sun. Each morning as I look at her I feel good and smile. And she smiles back at me.

Ezzat Abouleish, M.D.

On 3.2.2009 I wrote:

                                Thank God!!

Yesterday I was admitted to the hospital with wheezing combined with chest and upper abdominal pain, very suspicious of a heart attack. Luckily after tests, it was a severe asthmatic attack that responded well to treatment. I was discharged home after 12 hours. My response to this alarming incident was this painting which started while in the hospital with ink on a hospital sheet of paper. Nothing more could have expressed my feeling than this segment of the first Surah of the Quraan (THANK YOU ALLAH, THE LORD OF ALL CREATIONS). May I share it with you as a reminder of God’s blessings and how fortunate we are.

 On 3.6.2009 I wrote:

Dear Friends,

I have been deeply touched by the unexpected overwhelming response  and your genuine warm feelings to my late email “THANK YOU MY LORD!!”   To me, human relationship is much more valuable than any materialistic treasures on this earth.

Though the incident inspired some art work, it was not “a false alarm”. It was “a real alarm”. It stressed in my mind the most ignored, forgotten  and suppressed fact that our demise is closer to us than we really think, and that human being is a weak creature. A tiny object like a virus, a small cell like a cancer, a minute blood clot obstructing a vital blood vessel can end his life. Nonetheless he is arrogant and defiant. The reminding me of my weakness as a human being, and not per se the saving me from a heart attack, is the reason for painting ““THANK YOU MY LORD!!”

قال رسول الله صلي الله عليه وسلم:

" من بات آمناًً في سربه

معافيً في بدنه

عنده قوت يومه

فكأنما سيقت له الدنيا بحذافيرها"

كان هذا الحديث الشريف في ذهني دائمآ , أخيرآ أردت أن أضعه نصب عينيٍ. وطلبت من الله التوفيق. والآن كلما نظرت اليه أشعر بالسكينة والرضا من الله ينزلها علي من كرمه وفضله وأشكره علي نعمه. وهاهنا أحب أن أشاركك بهذه الكلمات التي كتبت من نور وذهب.

 

The Prophet, Peace Be Upon Him, said:

“ If one feels safe as he goes to bed,

In good health,

Has his food for the day,

He should feel as if he owns the whole world.”

Each time this Hadeeth pops in my head, I feel serene and grateful to God.

Now I wanted to put it in a painting to see it all the time. And I like to share it with you.

 

N.B. Acrylic on wood, 30"x40"

GAZA 2009

Israel wants land, wants all Palestine for herself; it does not want peace. Thus it sieged Gaza; no food, no water, no electricity, no medicine, no trade or travelling. This created frustration and anger of the Gazzans who threw home-made rockets at Israel. This is just what Israel planned. Now it has an excuse to invade Gaza, and it did. The Gazzans have to fight the invasion, but there is no comparison in arms; Israel has tanks, airplanes, helicopters while the Palestinians have none of these. The civilians have two alternatives, either stay in Gaza and get killed or runaway and leave the land to Israel to grab. Gaza has only two borders, one with Israel, the other with Egypt, and the sea. They either jump into the sea and drown or flee. Of course they cannot run to Israel, thus the only outlet is Egypt. Then they become refugee for life as Israel will never let them return, Egypt has to suffer the burden of caring for them while the Zionists get all Gaza. Egypt realizing the Israeli plans closed the borders. Now the Gazzans have no alternative except to stay home and get killed by Israelis and buried under their demolished homes, in front of the world’s eyes. Those who suffered a holocaust in Europe are doing a holocaust in Palestine, and we are busy with the Super Bowl!!

Ezzat Abouleish, M.D.

January.2009.

I See Beauty in…..

 

I see beauty in the smile on a baby’s face on seeing his mother’s face.

 

I see beauty in the happiness of a mother on seeing her son returning from a long trip or war, or recovering from a life threatening illness.

 

I see beauty in the enthusiasm, the joy, and the pouring energy of a young person after receiving his diploma on graduation day, and tossing his cap up in the air.

 

I see beauty in the eyes of speechless lovers, holding hands and looking at each other’s eyes with admiration, affection, and love.

 

I see beauty in the spring with its colorful flowers, with jasmine aroma, with enchanting birds.

 

I see beauty in the full moon lightening up the sky, with the sparkling stars adding to the beauty of the scene.

 

I see beauty in the beach with its sand dunes, with waves rushing one after another to hug each other on  the shore, with seagulls flying around erratically or standing in discipline in rows behind their leader, with egrets white as snow standing on the top of pillars of piers scouting the area and the horizon for food and friends.

 

I see beauty in the sunset reflecting its golden rays on the milky sea, with clouds, fascinating in shape and shade, ever changing in form and closeness, connecting and separating in gentleness and style.

 

I see beauty in lovers strolling in the park among the trees, free of worry free of fears, as if time has no beginning, has no end, and has been ordered to freeze, with nothing important around them or in their minds except each other, nothing of value except that moment, wishing it to be like a photographic picture, staying there and never change over the years.

 

I see beauty in a construction worker on a scaffold sweating while welding iron that getting soft and yielding to man’s power and determination like a straw to a summer breeze.

 

I see beauty in children running around on a hot day and jumping in the pool to get out and jump again, giggling and laughing, and screaming with joy and excitement as they splash each other with water from a hose, running away from getting wet by jumping into the pool.

 

I see beauty in a summer night with gentle breeze, swaying the silky curtain of an open balcony, with  two lovers in bed, passionate, with whispers more beautiful than any song one hears.

I see beauty in listening to a poem recited by a fervent poet, opening up his soul, offering his heart on a gold plate to his beloved.

 

I see beauty in hearing a song by my favorite singer, chanting, joyfully taking me up and down the musical stream.

 

I see beauty in a painting, even of a storm. I feel the time spent and the talent poured into it by a loving, sensitive, and compassionate artist, with wild and strong or mild and gentle strokes, every inch perfected like a piece of tapestry.

 

I see beauty in an old man on a rocking chair, gazing at infinity, replaying the past to live it again, with a smile being born on his face.

 

I see beauty in a woman in a church with a lighted candle in hand or standing at sunset on the mountain of Arafat, whispering words between her and the Creator, words we don’t hear but to Him they are loud and clear.

 

I see beauty in an old fragile man completely absorbed in praying, with absolute submission to God, with gentle tears on his cheek, with an arched back but strong soul, asking for forgiveness and acceptance, realizing that the journey is near the end, and praying to God to let his tears wipe out the slate clean.

 

This is Life my friend, isn’t it full of beauty?!!! Enjoy it!!!!

Happy New Year!!

Ezzat Abouleish, M.D.

Houston, TX    Dec.2008

Happy Eid, Hajj 08

30”x40” painting,  acrylic on canvas.

This painting is on display in Freeman Public Library of Clear Lake commemorating this occasion. It will be there for a whole week. I thought it is worthwhile to display specially after the shameful terror attack in India. I do thank the Library and the Branch Librarian, Mrs. Karen Akkerman for welcoming the painting. Visiting the library if possible, and/or “A Thank You” note to Mrs. Akkerman , will express the spiritual and peaceful character of Islam. ( Karen J. Akkerman, Branch Librarian, Clear Lake City-County Freeman Branch Library,16616 Diana Lane,Houston, Texas 77062. Email: kakkerma@hcpl.net)

 

N.B. I was supposed to finish this painting in two weeks. But it took me more than one month to complete the job. The reason is there are thousands of Hajjis in the Holy Mosque. The more I paint, the more they show up, some on wheel chairs. I felt sorry for myself as the rich Saudi Government collects money from them to visit, while I pay for the painting material, and I use the precious short  time left for me on this earth to paint them. But on a second thought, I am the winner! Allah will reward me for my painting. And his reward is much higher than all the money the Saudi government has collected. Thus, I am happy! Happy Eid my friends!!!!!

 

TO ALL MY FRIENDS, HAPPY RAMADAN!!

N.B. SEE PAINTING, OIL AND ACRYLIC ON CANVAS,30"X40", August,30, 2008.

I HAVE JUST PUBLISHED TWO NEW BOOKS: FIRST, "ALLAH AND THE 99 NAMES OF GOD";  MY COOLECTION OF HIS NAMES AS I PAINTED THEM IN OIL ON CANVAS WITH ENGLISH TRANSLATION NEXT TO EACH ONE. SECOND, "ISLAM IN THE EYES OF AN ARTIST"; MY LIFE-TIME COLLECTION OF 110 PAINTINGS ORGANIZED IN CHAPTERS. FOR MORE DETAILS EMAIL ME AT tazze67@hotmail.com.

ROADS 

In life, humans pass through different roads. Some humans’ roads start with roses and end with needles. Others’ start with needles and end with roses. Some humans’ roads start with needles and end with needles. Others’ start with roses and end with roses. It is not the beginning; it is the end that counts.

Therefore, remain always focused and keep the end in sight. Work hard towards it. Have trust in God and yourself that the end of your road there will be roses.

Ezzat Abouleish (Dad)Houston, June 1, 2008 

             Peace in the Middle East? There is a way

 

In the Newsletter of the American Society of Anesthesiologists of March 2008, distributed to more than 43,000 physicians, I read an interesting article by Dr. Craig Bennema who is a Capt., Medical Corps., U.S. Navy. In 2006 while he was on military duty in the region of the Horn of Africa he was asked and accepted to teach modern anesthesia to the staff of the President’s Hospital in Marib, Yemen. The Yemini people welcome him and extended to him genuine Arabic hospitality. They were eager and enthusiastic to learn. They appreciated the sincere willingness to help them. Dr. Bennema left behind a much better image of the United States than the one perceived before his arrival, and he had a better understanding of the Arab people. The affection and respect was mutual.

I was moved by Dr. Bennema’s article. Thus I sent the following letter-to-the-Editor which was published in the May 2008 issue of the same journal.

 

Dear Editor,

 

With deep interest I read the article of Craig L. Bonnema, M.D. entitled “Winning Hearts and Minds in Yemen.”¹  I admire his courage and his good will to perform such a noble mission.

I am an anesthesiologist who was born in Egypt, which is part of the Arab World, and an American who follows the progress in the region or the lack of it, as well as the wars there.  Based on this background, I feel that the only way to achieve democracy there, as we understand it here, is not by wars and destruction.  This aggressive and heavy-handed practice is the best ally and the highest recruiting means for terrorism as it breeds hatred and mistrust towards us.

Extending a hand, like what Dr. Bonnema did, and acting as a big brother who is sincere in listening, willing to help to solve their problems and just in actions is the only way to save lives there and give us peace and security here.  Knowing the psychology of these people, this policy is the only way to win the hearts and minds of the Arabs.  It is also the only way to win the war against terrorism.  Spending billions of dollars on wars and losing precious lives, on all sides, will not give us peace and security nor eradicate terrorism.

 

Ezzat Abouleish, M.D.

Houston, Texas

 

Reference:

1. Bonnema CL: Winning Hearts and Minds in Yemen. ASA Newsl. 2008, 72(3):6-8,33.

LITTLE PEOPLE*

 

“Little People” need little food to sustain themselves; to them obesity is not a problem. They need little places to live in, mansions are not in their vocabulary. They need little means to transport them, SUVs are not heard of. They need small pieces of clothes to cover themselves; wardrobes are unknown to them. Yet, they are most grateful. Their hearts are big and they are usually sincere in their feelings. n their hearts. Emotions are all what they have. Don’t ignore or write off “Little People”. Don’t push them too far to the point of irreversible anger or rebellion.

 

 

 

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*When I was visiting Egypt this winter I found the poor being maltreated by the governing body, by the rich, and by the so called "educated segment" of the country. Their standing patiently in long lines for countless hours for just a loaf of bread broke my heart. It inspired me to write these few lines which I would like to share with you. They are addressed to the well-to-do allover the world. They are meant to bring harmony and love, because if ignored, the consequence could be undesirable to all.

Video of Randy Pausch “Last Lecture”

As Seen on Oprah’s Program*

 

Dear Amr,

 

Thank you for sending me this powerful video. This recent video expresses the feelings and reflections of Dr. Randy Pausch, Professor at Carnegie Melon University, who is dying of cancer pancreas. Let me comment because this video is nor for entertainment, but is about life and death, and for those who are alive before their death. Dr. Randy Pausch said:

 

1. “I am dying soon”. Soon is part of time, and both are quite relative. God has said that one day of His is equal to one thousand years of ours. Also at the Hudaibia Treaty between the Moslems and the Nonbelievers of Mecca, the Prophet and 1400 Moslems were prevented from doing Omrah at Mecca (visiting the Holy Mosque), and were told to return next year. Omar Ibn El Khattab was unhappy. He asked the Prophet, “How come you accepted that while  on leaving Madina you told us that we are going to perform Omrah soon?!” The Prophet answered, “Yes I said we are going to perform Omrah soon, but what year I did not specify”. Subsequently the following year the Moslems returned back to Mecca and performed Omrah. The Prophet once said, “Prepare for your life as if you are going to live forever, and prepare for the Hereafter as if you are going to die tomorrow”. This spirit of Islam was conveyed to his Companions. Omar once said to Abu Bakr, “When I retire at night, I am not sure that I will wake up in the morning”. Abu Bakr answered, “when I take a breath, I am not sure that I would be alive to exhale it”. My Son, Dr. Pausch  heard death knocking on his door. We all should wear well-tuned hearing-aids. We are not different from him, we are all mortals. All of us are dying soon, some are sooner than others.
2. “Things versus people”. I always said, “Don’t be controlled by what you have. Materialistic things are here to serve us; we are not here to serve them”. Live free and express yourself. Don’t be a copy of others. I wish I could paint my room walls and ceiling. I wish I hang long mirrors in my room to watch out when my belly gets bigger and my feet become swollen. There are more to a person than a pretty face or a wrinkled one. A house should resonate with life. It should be clean but not be pristine and sterile. If things are pretty, always well arranged, can’t be moved an inch from where they are, then to me they are dead; and this is reflected on the people around them. I prefer a shining spirit than a shining silver plate that you cannot touch because finger prints will show. A home, to me, is to enjoy and not to show off. We are not here to spend energy and money to impress those who don’t care, or always find something wrong, or hate to see a better home than theirs.
3. Dr. Pausch recorded this lecture for his young children to watch after he passes away and they grow up. I did the same thing 45 years ago. In 1963, I wrote a letter that was broadcasted in Egypt on the radio and was published in my book “Oh My Son!” I said addressing Hassan, my son, who was less than two years old, “My son, this letter I write to you when I am strong and you are weak; a letter to read when you are strong and I am weak…... Love your children as I loved you, and remember that I have loved you all”. Amr, I see you now whining and saying, “Of course you addressed it to Hassan and ignored me because I am the second child!!!” Amr, you were not born then.
4. At my age, fame, prestige, and money do not carry a candle next to people whom I love and feel they love me, particularly my family, few friends, and fewer neighbors. I always ask myself, when I die, who would shed a tear, who would miss me, who would pray for me? This is the person I cherish most. It does not make a difference whether he is blood-related or not, whether he is the president or a servant. That is why I am now closer to the poor, the primitive, and the simple people. Their emotions are genuine and sincere; materialistic life does not clutter their thinking nor overwhelm their actions. Those are the ones who would feel sad when I die, would remember me after I pass away, and would spread the message I lived for.
5. “Don’t complain, work hard”. Once I wrote in the book “Moments with the Pen” that “Complaint is inversely proportionate to productivity”; and “Nothing is impossible. Some things are easier to obtain than others”.
6. “Rejection Letter”. Rejection is not synonymous with failure, unless you reject yourself. The Prophet was rejected many times, he was ridiculed, he was persecuted, but he never gave up. He always believed in God, in himself, and in his message. Rejection is a step up to reach your goal. The more rejections you get the higher you will reach, provided you don’t stumble and fall, feel tired, or lose hope and quit.
7. I am not perfect and I respect people’s imperfections so long as they don’t deny them. I have become less judgmental because I don’t hold all the cards and I am not in other people’s shoes. How can I criticize people while I am imperfect?! Those who think they are always perfect and always correct others should look closely at their deeds again, and be honest.

 

My dear Amr, these are some thoughts that passed through my mind as I watched the video you sent me. Now you should feel not ignored because you are the one who is receiving this letter not your elder brother. Hopefully you would like it and share it with my loved ones.

 

Dad

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* It can be viewed at: http://video.stumbleupon.com/#p=ithct48cqw. On April 4, 2008  I received this video from my son Amr regarding this emotional, true but sad presentation. Then last night I watched it on 20/20 Program and it was announced that it will appear as a book and even as a film which will be worth watching. Although my letter to my son, Dr Amr Abouleish, Professor of Anesthesiology at UTMB, is a personal one, but I thought it may shed some light on Islamic faith which is unfairly attacked these days.

This article is part of a series published in The Journal of IMANA (Islamic Medical Association of North America). It appeared in the February 2008 issue.AL-AZIZ  (THE EMINENT)

In Arabic, “ Al-Aziz” is the one who is eminent, above-all, honorable, dignified, and powerful. Allah said in the Quraan, “…to Allah belongs all honor, power, glory, and dignity (4:139)”. He also said, “ And honor, power, and dignity belong to Allah, to His Messenger (PBUH), and to the believers, but the hypocrites do not know (63:8).” These characters, possessed by Allah, extend as a blessing to his Prophet and the Moslems. He also said addressing Mohamed (PBUH), “Glory to your God, The Lord of Honor, Power, dignity, and Eminence! He is free from what they (the nonbelievers) ascribe to Him! (37:180)”. He ascribed Moslems as proud and dignified. These characters are reflected on them by Him, “Al-Aziz”. The true Moslems are not slaves to material or humans; these have no control on them. 

AL-GABBAR

In Arabic, the name Al-Gabbar is derived from the verb “Gabara” which has more than one meaning. First, “to fix”, e.g., to fix a broken bone. Second, it means to force, to compel some one to do what you have decided for him to do. It also means a combination of the above two meanings, i.e., compel some one to do what you want for his own benefit. Accordingly, Al-Gabbar as name of Allah means He is the One whose power is above all; no one can approximate His power and ability. Thus, the tyrants should remember that Allah can punish you and severely for your injustice, here on earth and in the hereafter.