From childhood we’re taught to read the Qur’an, in its original Arabic. It’s a given that Muslim kids all over the world can read and perhaps even write in Arabic. However, how many understand what they read ? We’re trained to read the chapters and commit them to memory, not enough emphasis though is inserted into learning the meanings of these holy chapters, which is the whole purpose of the Qur’an. To read, decipher and understand the message from Continue reading “Fruits, Mountains and Cities”
It’s of no surprise being a Muslim female in her twenties that the subject of marriage crosses mine and millions of others minds ever so often. When will it happen, how will it happen, with whom? We are always wondering but will never know until it finally happens.
With whom, that’s the million dollar question. I’m not a hopeless romantic who envisions a tall, dark stranger who will come and sweep me of my feet, I do however have Continue reading “So You May Know One Another”
As Muslims, the term “modest fashion” is not one that is new to our ears having to constantly struggle to maintain the modesty that is required in our dressing at the same time also not sacrificing the ‘fashion’ aspect. Continue reading “Ticket to Jannah”
A Question of Identity
Identity and Labels; Here’s my understanding. Identity is what you associate yourself with being while a label is what you get tagged as by others using certain criteria. Continue reading “My African Self”
What’s in a salaam?
Are you the kind of person who smiles at strangers passing by? Always give a howdy to?
The Forty Rules of Love- Elif Shafak
Rumi, a name I had heard of but
‘Do not touch guys’. This is a warning that
One of the many arguments people use when they are trying to discredit Islam is the “role of women” and the “oppressive” nature the religion has towards them and more. As Muslims, we all know this isn’t true. We know how
I’ve always thought that being a Hijabi is like walking around with a ginormous billboard on
Ladies, fellow sisters (and the occasional gentleman) we all know of that monthly visitor we all have, you know whom I’m talking about, the one who doesn’t need an invitation and just pops up, whether you were expecting it or not. This guest goes by many names, usually of various relations; Aunt Flo, Cousin Cramps even Freddy. My personal favourite will have to be the “Red Wedding”. Whatever you call it