My trip to Türkiye was one of the most eye-opening experiences I had, especially as a new muslim. Here are just a few of the many.
I had been to Korea once before, but this time when I returned, I experienced a different side of Korea, and of travelling in general. For one, there wasn’t any pork.
This post recalls how I came to accept and love Prophet Muhammed (s.a.w) as a Messenger of God, even though I’ve only known Jesus all my life.
The beautiful thing about being a woman in a hijab is that people know you are Muslim. I love wearing the hijab. But I can’t seem to muster enough courage to do so.
This Christmas will be a little different from previous years.
I have been trying to adapt to my new lifestyle in terms of food, prayers and clothing. These small things can help me grow to work on my personal willpower for bigger things, which I know can be weak.
Sickness makes you realise how weak you are, and that you’re not in control of your life. It makes you realise that only God is the one in control, so you pray to Him with the most sincere of heart. Sickness stops you in your tracks, asking you if you remembered God in your life.
One of the things I’ve always looked forward to was learning how to pray when I started learning about Islam. Because the beautiful thing about doing the Salat is that you don’t pray for your own needs. You just worship God.
You know how everyone says you cry when you finally find your own revelation? They aren’t lying. I found it there. The feeling cannot be put into words. At best, it’s like finally finding someone, something you’ve never known you’ve lost.
When you focus too much on one thing, you miss the beauty of the rest.