Alhamdulillah, Ramadan is upon us once again. I sit here now, reflecting on my previous two Ramadans, and pondering about the one which I am about to face, insha’Allah. My goals have become more personal as compared to my first Ramadan, where I expected myself to “read the Quran from back to back”, and where I…
Gifts are meant to be temporary, yet, we treat them as if they are eternally bound to us. Guard our heart, because what is deserving of our endless thoughts and our expectations is the only One who isn’t temporary: the Gift-Giver.
This is to you, the Convert’s Friend. The one who is patiently enduring, never forcing. Always waiting, knowing that Allah will guide her in time. She passed rumours, thinking she did right; not knowing it was forbidden to backbite. She was cynical of others, not knowing that as a Muslim, she was always supposed to…
Dear Hesitant Soul, You wondered if you’d be able to follow all the rules. You didn’t want to seem like a hypocrite; and you worried about your family and friends and what they would think. So you held back; you hesitated. This is for you; you’re not alone.
The humblest of all seekers of knowledge, the one who neither criticises nor belittles. The one who knows her place as a lifelong student, even if she’s a teacher.
The one who always begins her questions with, “I would like to seek your opinion on this matter”, instead of “I disagree with you on what you’ve uttered.”
You judge me by what’s on my head, So convinced by the rumors which the channels spread. You call me imprisoned, you call me oppressed, merely because of the way I’m dressed. How little do you know about with what I’ve been blessed. You assume that I’m used, bruised and abused. Yet, I let your misjudgment…
“France is target of choice for ‘jihadists'”? No, the WHOLE of humanity in need of ‘jihadists’.
Da’wah- It means to invite to Islam, not to drag someone to the mosque and stuff your ideologies down their throat.
It’s been two years. I didn’t think that I could step into the house without tearing off my hijab in the elevator or at the staircase landing beforehand, but I can now. I didn’t think that my mum would bring me out for breakfast in public, me in hijab and all, but she does now….
The problem with Stagnant Muslims is that they are the closest to shirk, if not totally committing shirk itself. Announcing that you’re a Muslim doesn’t mean that you are one. Actions speak further than words. If you’re blatantly sinning and not feeling an ounce of guilt or wanting to repent, then you’re neither a Muslim nor a Non-muslim. You’ve become a hypocrite.