Why does it feel like this Ramadhan is running away? Why does it feel like it does not even want it to be here? Are we that sinful? Are we not giving it the respect it deserves, the fear that is deserving from its importance?
“Do men think that they will be left alone on saying, ‘We believe’, and that they will not be put to the test? And certainly We tested those before them, so that God will differentiate those who are true from those who are false.” (Quran 29:2-3)
For today, you shall write from your heart,
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
2017 came and left quite fast. It like, up and left! So we had to welcome 2018 anyways because after all, time does not consider any being, as it keeps flowing on its own track. So the beautiful thing about these running years, from my account, is the Holy Month that is brought along with it.
Let’s be real, who isnt scared of the day “Sophia” will turn against us? For those of you who don’t know Sophia, feed on some facts but I should warn you that I won’t be referring to it as “she” because it is not a human!
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
There is a part of me that feels blessed and forgiving; but then, there’s also a part of me that feels betrayed and cruel. All of these feelings feel my own yet so alien.
A lot happens when my mind is about to sleep.
I keep wondering about
I sit here, thinking of what ayah to elaborate on. Or is it to foretell of? The best that I always like to go back to when an episode occurs to me is simply, “With every trial comes ease along with it.
This story is about the little brown girl
Who never realized how beautiful her golden skin was.
She lived her life believing,
Every single day,
That she would never be defined as beauty
She never thought to look carefully, and deeply at every inch of herself
At every single speck on her skin
At every shade of color, that made her who she was
She could not bother
Society was always right
They had labeled her skin as
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.