Our Discarded Gift

The Night of Ascension occurred at a time in Nabi’s (SAW) life where he was feeling at a loss due to the death of his dear wife Khadijah (RA), and his uncle Abu Talib.
It was a gift from Allah to elevate His Nabi (SAW), and to show him that even if the people of the Earth may reject him, the Heavens will welcome him with open arms. Due to the fact that I do not have the time at this moment to write the post I had in mind, Insha Allah, I’m hoping that this previously penned post will serve for us (myself first) to remind us about the Sabaq of Mi’raj.
May Allah help us to make Amal.


بسم الله

Quran, (17:1).. “Glorious is He Who made his servant travel by night from Al-Masjid-ul-Haram to Al-Masjid-ul-Aqsa of which environs We have blessed, so that We let him see some of Our signs. Surely, He is the All-Hearing, the All- Seeing.”

We are forced to contemplate, as we are left only with the shadows of these days as they race by, leaving us at a complete loss.

A sense of excitement and anticipation rises, while we find ourselves heading for the month of mercy. The month of the Qur’an. The month for spirituality. The month for us.

But before the blessed month dawns upon us, it is a true gift, that we are bestowed with two more beautiful months in our midst.

The events of this miraculous month are drilled mechanically into our minds, but we cannot envisage what had occurred from the quarters of the Holy Mosque in…

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To my Fellow Muslim bloggers…

Bismillahir Rahmaanir Raheem

Umar Ibn Al Khattab (r.a) said: “Invite people to Islam even without words.”

They asked: How? He replied

“With your Manners.”

Assalaamu Alaykum dear friends.

I greet you, in the name of Islam.
In the name of peace, because that what Islam means.
In the context of ‘submission’ because that is what our religion teaches.

I greet the fellow Muslim bloggers, some of who I’ve come to admire and be inspired by, knowing that whatever they set out to do is in the best interest of our beautiful Deen.

And I greet you all, because that is what a fellow Muslim does.

‘Spread peace’, is what our Nabi (SAW) said and encouraged, requesting for us to fill the world by this greeting of tranquillity, and to unleash the harmony to whoever may be open to it. To expand our horizon, so that eventually, the whole world can be filled with that peace. Insha Allah.

On my recent spree of attempting to find some reading material that is suitable and completely Halaal to read, unfortunately, my senses were sent into oblivion as I sifted through various fictional ‘Muslim’ blogs. It saddened me to see that although there is use of Muslim names, and even a mention of the One who created us, the contents are somewhat… Less desirable.
In fact, dear friends, I find it insulting that, under the banner of Islam, literature, filled with glorified persistent and unyielding Zinaa is written. I find my hope in today’s youth slowly diminishing, as I come across another sin-filled blog.
And yes, before I get bombarded with ‘this is the reality of Muslims’, think to yourself, dear friend; Is this the kind of image you desire for others to think of Islam?
We need to remember, by showing no remorse or solution to the problem, what are we telling our youth? Just continue to sin, because it will all just end up being happily ever after anyway?

I’m sorry about the brazenness, people, but this issue has been a part of my thoughts for some time.

Friends, indeed, our Deen has the answers to everything. We reject nothing of Deen, when we submit to Allah Ta’ala, and embrace it completely. We accept it completely, ‘kafah’, which means that we don’t pick and choose which parts of Deen that we use.

We don’t select the bits that impress or sound nice on paper.

Because, as Muslims, we believe in the outwardly beautiful practises we partake of, like Iman,loving for the pleasure of Allah, Salaah, Qur’an recitation and Ramadhaan… Just to name a few.
But we also have a firm faith in that which is not beautiful, but are reprimanded in Islam as a warning to us, like Zinaa, pride, extravagance and Riyaa… To name but a few.
May Allah protect us, my dear friends.

And so, I write this with what I hope is a heart full of sincerity, and with concern. The way I see it, this Deen, that Allah has privileged us with, is like having a beautiful BMW parked off in our garage.

We have a less updated, or even crappy, model, that we use every day, just for running around, but this beautiful super-car is still parked off in the garage, unused. It serves no purpose to us, because we haven’t yet given it a ride. We haven’t yet experienced the hum of it’s tweaked motor or the feeling of it’s gorgeous leather seats. We haven’t yet smelled that coffee-coloured wood that was so perfectly fitted, or opened the sun roof to soak up the effect of what it can give us.

We’ve just parked it off… Unopened. And the worst part is, my dear friends, we haven’t even told anyone that we have this BMW in our garage. In case somebody else wanted to use it. We show them the less attractive version, because that’s what suits us.
We’ve been selfish, because we haven’t even let them take a sneak peak of the true model… So they can take it or decide whether they’d like to purchase one for themselves, and actually use it.

Strange, isn’t it? I mean, who would purchase such an expensive car… The top of the range… Just to park it off?

Sadly, this is the reality of most of us in Islam. It’s not about practising Islam. We keep this Deen as an ornament, portraying a less flashy and downgraded version. We pick and choose, like it’s a buffet.
Basically, it’s become a fashion for us, because the Muslims, ironically, who are supposed to be focused on the hereafter, have the best of this Duniyaa. Our competition has become a competition not for Deen, but for Duniyaa. Muslims are killing Muslims, not for Deen, but for Duniyaa. But in my humble opinion, dear readers, this literature that is so easily accessible, is how it starts.

When we start portraying Duniyaa as something enviable and as something that we cannot do without. It happens when we start portraying the ideologies of the west as something that is great and superior to Islam. When we write in a fashion that makes every Makrooh and Haraam act a glorification and dismisses them as something light.

This, my friends, is how it starts. Western media and movies have nothing on the type of writing that appeals directly to that fourteen-year-old, just waiting for that dream that she’s always had, to come alive for her. When she reads about the group of Muslim friends going on road trips with no concept of Hayaa and Pardah whatsoever, she begins to dream about the same kind of lifestyle. When she reads of a seventeen-year old, in the midst of the most beautiful scenery, having her boyfriend of a few years, she yearns to also be in that Haraam love.
Our youth are reading these blogs, and they are falling into that trap. They are getting carried away with the idea of a romance before marriage… Of this huge house, smart cars and weekend to Dubai that many cannot even dream of, leave alone afford. They are blown away with status and wealth, which Allah tells us is but a trial for us. A Fitnah.

A Fitnah. That’s exactly what most blogs are becoming, sadly. A mere entertainment and a go at creating the most perfect off-screen romance. The more Zinaa, sadly, the more popular. The more Zinaa, brands and extravagance, the keener people become.

We’ve created idols out of these worldly things, and not even realised. Shaytaan uses these devices to capture the mind of the innocent one.The mind of the Muslim, who might just be looking for a little reading diversion. The mind of a pure thirteen-year-old becomes a target of these ideologies, just because she is using her home computer to log in and read fictional stories for some in-house entertainment.

It’s sad, dear friends. And of course, though it’s not limited to us, South African mentality is deteriorating to an extent that we cannot even realise how off-track we are. We are so blinded by our desires, that we don’t even see it as wrong any more. We think that, in our comfort zone, we can continue to sin and glorify sin and think nothing of it. It’s all cool, because we live in a fantastic world where we believe that we are invincible.

Allah’s punishment is very real people, lets us remember.

And remember! your Lord caused to be declared (publicly): “If ye are grateful, I will add more (favours) unto you; But if ye show ingratitude, truly My punishment is terrible indeed.” (Surah Ibrahim: Verse 7)

Let us not be so ignorant, folks. Let’s not be ungrateful. Let us show gratitude and turn to Allah.

Let’s not try and shoot down that one person who comments on a blog to say it’s wrong, because it suits our Nafs.

In a nutshell, if the literature we write is the type of writing that does no good for Islam,  let us kindly stop using Islam to back it. Change our names, if we must. Write without involving our sacred Deen.

This is not to say don’t write about reality in the Muslim world… We’re just saying, don’t tarnish it to the extent that it cannot ever be redeemed, and the beauty of our complete religion is still completely veiled, like that gorgeous BMW still parked off in our garage…


I humbly ask all to please make me maaf IF I have offended anyone. This post was not written with that intention, or with anyone particular in mind, rather as a means of guidance and for myself first. Whatever has been said here that is good is from Allah, and whatever is not, is most definitely out of my own weakness.

Uhibukki Fillah.



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Draw Cards

Dear readers… InshaAllah, this will be the last post of the new blog I will be reblogging… If you wish to follow the new story, go to A Chance to Change, scroll down and click follow after entering your e-mail addy. May it be an inspiring read!

Happy reading, folks 🌹


Bismillahir Rahmaanir Raheem

My reality, at the time...

Perfectly set tie. Check.

Matching matt belt. Check.

Tom Ford Oud. Wow. Check.

Hair looking cool. Duh. Check.

I glanced at the mirror, slightly dissatisfied with what I saw. Something wasn’t right.

Fitted jeans or tailored pants? I was torn. I was wearing my new 5 grand shoes, and just couldn’t decide which pants set better on them.

I shrugged, deciding not to make it an issue. Either way, I would still look like a boss. Girls needed to think that I didn’t really make much of an effort. Not that I did anyway. I had plenty of suits but I had decided against wearing one today. I was taking it easy. Everyone would be in a suit. I wanted to be different.

“Where’re you goin’?”

I swung around, only to see Waseem watching me. It looked like he was probably standing there for a while.

He still…

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A Little Intervention

Beginning of a piece… May we benefit from it’s lessons…


Bismillahir Rahmaanir Raheem

Muhammed was just an ordinary guy. An ordinary guy with an ordinary life. Plain and simple. Nothing special.

Honestly, now that I think about it, he had nothing going for him, except the fact that he was, I suppose, ‘street-wise’. And that’s what he had used to get to the top. He really lived the life. And, no, you could never undermine it. His life was what anyone would call a high-life.

Somehow, he had bagged himself a trophy wife. No-one really knew where she came from. And she was anything but ordinary. He just kind of came to us one day and said he was getting married. And that was that. Done and dusted.

Of course, there was always a favourite child. Then came Waseem.

He was in the middle, but very evidently, the blue-eyed boy. Waseem was the leader, in any crowd. The conspicuous one…

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Shifting the Focus

Bismillahir Rahmaanir Raheem

A Journey: A Chance to Change.

It was a long road for me… I was at a place where I could never imagine I would ever be at. I had gone against the odds, against the norm. I had told myself that ‘people like me’ don’t ever do this. People like me, coming from the place that I’ve come from, don’t get a second chance.

And no, it wasn’t terrible. The place that I was at, wasn’t inadequate.

I ran my hands through my hair, tilting my head back in the sun, unable to fathom how I had got here. The images still played in my mind every night, especially before I slept, but I had supposed that even that was a reminder of Allah’s mercy on me. The fact that I had been removed from where I was, deeper than I had thought I could get. Sometimes I forgot where exactly it was that I had come from. Sometimes I needed to jolt myself into reality, to realise that I didn’t deserve any of this.

I always wondered what would happen if they found out. I shoved the thought out of my mind as I kept my mind on the focal point. It didn’t matter.

I wasn’t sure how I was ever going to explain to anyone why I was here. How was I ever going to rationalise it all?

I shook my head to myself. At the end of the day, all of that didn’t matter.

‘You’ll deal with that when the time comes,’ I said to myself, closing my eyes. ‘Cross that bridge when you get there.’

Bridges. I pictured them, literally, in my mind. I’ve always had a literal kind of mind, trying to encompass everything in my mind’s eye.

Bridges again. Bridges and bridges that I had crossed. Bridges that I still had to cross, in order to get to the other side.

“But what about that bridge,” Muhammed was saying to me, a twinkle in his eye. I could hear his voice somewhere in the distance. He explained it so elaborately, I literally shivered as I envisioned it.

Because then… I anticipated it. I awaited the final bridge- the one that every person will have to cross. The one that will appear thinner than a strand of hair, with the blazing fire beneath it.

Unlimited, the pit of all pits. Unyielding, the torment of it, bubbling and brutal, waiting to suck its occupants into its fury. Boiling water and burning iron rods. The keepers; nineteen angels, who are swift in carrying out whatever they are commanded, never disobeying their Lord.

But…. But wait… Ah!

Just hold up…. Because, yet, on the other side, there was a blanket of infinite idealism. A perfect picture. Priceless and timeless. Indulgence, to the finest degree. Reclining on thrones of gold. Unaffected by anything that could even potentially affect any of it’s inhabitants.

Truly, there was not even a chance of that happening, because in Jannah, there is no hatred or envy. No malice or dispute. No depression or oppression. The greetings will surround us, as the angels convey to us their Salaam. We’ll once again be with those dear and lost, with those whom we loved, sipping from goblets of the finest types, to converse and immerse ourselves in glory… Aware that our Lord is most definitely pleased with how we had fared in this life.

I couldn’t wait… There was no opportunity for the swelling within my chest to increase as my heart literally ached to actually experience that. Jannah – the place of palaces. Bricks of gold and silver, mortar of musk. Beauty that the mind cannot imagine. Homes built one upon the other, the land of the successful. Where your companions will be the prophets, the martyrs, the pious, the scholars, the truthful – and what great companions they are! The likes of Nabi (SAW) in our midst, but greater than that, is the Lord my Nabi (SAW). And MY Rabb too, of course. No-one can imagine what it would be like when the veils are finally lifted, revealing the epitome of magnificence… to see Him… My Lord.

I jolted and my head involuntarily turned as I heard the footsteps approaching me, slowly but confidently… I slipped back into present tense, realising that I was still here… In my worldly existence. The dream world had been lifted away from me, as I awoke, my eyes adjusting to the light.

The figure approached me from the house, and I instantly remembered where I had been putting my focus all this time. How ignorant I had been…

Dressed to perfection, with not a crease on the brand new Hugo Boss shirt. The perfectly fitted shoes, complimenting the grey stripe that featured on the fashionable attire. Not even a pucker on bottom of his skinny-cut Armani jeans. Never a single strand of perfectly-gelled hair out of place.

I silently nodded, as I had always done, acknowledging some sort of approval. Not knowing, that in my heart of hearts, something had to let. Something had to change here.

We compete for everything of this world but forget what we supposed to be competing for. We sometimes don’t even care if we ever will win that competition, when it so clearly unveiled.

Were our hearts completely sealed? The signs are so obvious. It’s all made so clear.

Gardens of perpetual bliss, we are constantly reminded. A spring of Jannah, is what is said. It’s mixture…. Of Tasneem. Pure wine, they say. The most beautiful of flavours, we can’t even imagine.

The true reality of the hereafter is appealing to us… Oh competitors, oh slaves of Allah, caught in this race of wealth and trial! Let us compete and rush towards the forgiveness of Allah and Paradise. We are so caught up. I wanted to shout it out… To let the world know. It was only a deception, an illusion… Every single thing will perish, right down to the finest pieces of linen that we so cherish.

Remember this, the final abode, even if you forget everything else:

“…So for this let the competitors compete.” (Surah Al Mutaffifin:26)


Author’s note: Assalaamu Alaykum, dear readers. I apologise. I know, I’ve been terrible. Even with the Mission Sunnah Revival. I don’t know where the time has gone to.  I don’t really know where I’m going with this post. Maybe, just maybe, it will be the beginning of something new? Or a continuation of something old…? Maybe it will just serve as a reminder. Maybe I needed it more than anyone else, because a reminder is always beneficial. Who knows what Allah Ta’ala has in store. I don’t know when next I will post, but in the meantime, let’s try and adjust our focus from Duniyaa to Aakihirah. Insha Allah. I too, more than anyone else, have become so lax and weak. Too comfy in this Duniyaa life. Let’s shift our focus.

The shortage of rain that most of the South African Ummah is experiencing is a huge concern. Yes, we do waste water and should try not to. Yes, sometimes we blow hot air just to give people a piece of our minds, but we truly are forgetting Who is in charge of it all. The shortage of rain is directly linked to the amount of mercy that Allah Ta’ala is bestowing on us. Or lack, thereof. Even in the month of mercy, Ramadhaan, we had experienced a huge shortage of rain. Let us turn to Allah NOW, make abundant Istighfaar, give out Sadaqah and pray that whatever positive changes we, as individuals, can make, will make an impact. 

Let’s continue to revive the Sunnahs we may have become lax with. A beautiful Sunnah that I had not yet introduced was the Sunnah of Combing the Hair before Sleeping. So easy yet so rewarding. Don’t forget to recite Qur’an every day, at least a quarter, Insha Allah.










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Just to Say….

Dearest Readers,



I know. It’s been ages. I’m sorry. But I’m sure everyone understands. Life with a new baby is a little more consuming than before. Alhumdulillah, all went well. Amidst the craziness, I had stopped a few times, just deliberating over things that crossed my mind.

Thinking of how many people enjoyed this sometimes inspirational, yet remotely far-fetched story, I couldn’t help but ponder over whether I will ever be inspired in the same way again. Just like Haseena, Laila and Bilal had found some place in the readers lives, I too looked at them in a more realistic light as their stories and characters evolved.

On that note, I soon plan on doing a post on the inspiration for this story, and maybe some other stuff.

Actually, to be fair, there are tons of things that I plan on doing. My mind sometimes goes into overdrive just thinking about them, but what I worry that now, since I’m not writing about the small reminders like I had been doing, I myself am slacking. Without the constant brainstorming, I’ve reached a place where I’ve become a bit too comfortable. A bit too lax.

And of course, dear readers, this in itself is a warning for us. Obviously, we know that this world was not created for our comfort. So when we find ourselves feeling too settled-in, just remember to check ourselves… Remember to remind yourself about the purpose of this world. The reason we are here, as Allah Ta’ala tells us.

Only for His worship. To comprehend Allah’s Greatness. If only we could understand.


Finally, to cut to the chase of this post, for now, I leave us all with one thing to focus on… As promised, I wish to reinforce our Mission Sunnah Revival.

And yes, I know how hard it is to bring these Sunnahs into our lives on a constant basis. Shaytaan has amazing ways of putting us off focus. But please, can we just try to implement again the following three for now, and be consistent in these:

Du’aas for eating- before and after

Du’aas for awakening and sleeping

Du’aas for toilet- entering and leaving

An Ustaadh has advised that if we just bring those in for now, all others shall follow, Insha Allah.

Request for Du’aas… May Allah Ta’aka make it easy to implement.

Will post again soon, Insha Allah

Ma’asalaam ❤️


Journeying: Final Destination: Laila

بسم الله

Part Three of Three…

“Are you ready?” Yusuf asked me, looking at the time.

I glanced up at our bedroom clock. It was nearly two-thirty am. I widened my eyes at him, getting anxious.

“How are we going to get up?!” I asked, panicking.

He grinned at me, ruffling my hair as he walked past.

“Let’s just stay awake,” he said mischievously, turning to look back at me. “For old time’s sake, huh? I’m too excited to sleep anyway.”

I looked at him, warming to the idea. We had pulled all-nighters a lot when we were first married, just talking and getting to know each other, but now that we had two mischievous toddlers to worry about, we simply couldn’t manage without a night’s rest. Thankfully, tonight Yusuf’s mother had said she would see to them, so our time was our’s, just for now. It felt a bit strange to be free of parental responsibility.

Adjusting to life with two kids was quite a mission for us. We had expected to have a child, but two at once was a bit more than we were prepared for! Although it was initially difficult, with all the help we had, Allah Ta’ala had definitely made it easier, and right now, in retrospect, I wouldn’t have wanted it any other way.

One of the most amazing things about being a parent was seeing Yusuf as one too. And as our two grew up, Yusuf and I were faced with things we had never imagined. From carefree and somewhat obsessed newly-weds, we suddenly went to erratic, sleep-deprived parents. Nonetheless, every single thing that we endured as a family made us closer than ever, and just heightened the love we had for each other.

And no, my husband wasn’t perfect, and we had our moments where we just felt like we needed a ‘time-out’, but Yusuf was an amazing father, and as I watched him grow as a father to our kids, I missed my own father more than ever.

“Come sit, love,” he said, glancing back at me, patting the space next to him in the corner of the room.

I zipped my bag and obediently complied, looking forward to what he was going to say. With this great journey that lay ahead for us, I knew he would definitely remind me about what I needed to know. He always said that to keep up our efforts, we had to constantly talk about Allah Ta’ala.

I looked at my husband now, smiling to myself. He never missed an opportunity to open my heart and mind to the wealth of Imaan that we possessed. Even after being married for a few years, I knew that I was so lucky to have him.

And though it had took me a while to realise that Yusuf was so much more than what met the eye, every day I still learnt something new, through him. The path that had eventually led me here was less than admirable, and although Yusuf knew about it, he never made me feel guilty about it. Fareeha had insisted that I come clean with Yusuf about my past, and I did. The two of us were still close, and though I saw her a few times a year, I knew that the bond we shared would last a lifetime. Her advice to me was what got me thinking, and I realised what I had to do.

Yes, everyone got carried away with something or someone at some point in their lives, but how we rise above it and turn it around is what mattered. When we sincerely repent and don’t return to the sin, especially when their is opportunity, Allah Ta’ala’s mercy flows through from all directions. So merciful is our Lord, that if our repentance is sincere, even the recording angels forget about the sins we committed. Knowing this, how could we ever despair of His mercy?

And Yusuf had obviously heard about my silly mistakes in the past, but when he had returned to see me still unmarried, he knew that it was an opportunity for him to show me that there was still hope, despite everything. Even when you feel disappointed in yourself, and hopeless about what may lie ahead, there was still a silver lining out there.

“I can’t believe that we’re so lucky, Laila,” he was saying, as I sat next to him, our knees close together.

I looked up at him, feeling unusually affectionate towards him as he embraced me. He ran his hands through his beard, looking down at me, almost disbelievingly, as he spoke.

“I didn’t think it was possible for us to go so soon, you know..?” he said, shaking his head.

“But Allah Ta’ala made a plan for us. And sometimes we get carried away with everything else, that we forget the One who’s responsible for it all… We forget to make shukar, you know?”

I knew exactly what he was saying. We often got so caught up in this temporary world, that we forget about the One who controls everything. It was Him alone who was calling us for this journey… Awaiting our Labbaik… To call out to Him. It just sent shivers down my spine.

Yusuf looked up at me, and I smiled at my husband now, as he held my hand in his. He was always reminding me about these things, and I was grateful for that. They say that the company of people you keep in the Duniyaa would be who you will end up with eternally, and I prayed for that, as we sat there.

Holy Prophet (SAW) has said, “A person will be with whom he loves.” (Bukhari, Muslim)

The thing was, when you desired Allah Ta’ala, you see Him in everything. You are attracted to what He loves, and find yourself pleased with only that which is pleasing to Him.

Yusuf got up now to engage in Tahajjud Salaah, and I sat for a while, watching him. I loved having the opportunity to do that, once again.

As I had got to know him, it was amazing how much of Sunnah my husband had in his life. And when Yusuf spoke about it, it was miraculous that fourteen hundred years down the line, the words of an unlettered man still had such an impact.

Being of the Ummat of that Nabi (SAW) was an honour that we were blessed with, yet never truly comprehended. It is said that when our Nabi (SAW) went for Mi’raaj, and met the Ambiyaa, even Hadhrat Idrees (AS) longed to be of the Ummat of our Nabi (SAW). Even after being granted Jannah without having experienced Sakraat, he still envied this honoured Ummat.

Such is the status of this Ummat. And if any other religion wanted to imitate their prophet… They really wouldn’t know where to begin. However, we are so blessed, that we can do our actions exactly like the Beloved of Allah (SAW).


It’s proven, even in the west, that this way of life is a means to success… And I had the proof staring at me too, as I witnessed the tranquillity around me.

I watched Yusuf make salaam now as he concluded his Salaah and raised his hands for Du’aa.

Du’aa…. The Du’aa at Tahajjud is said to be like an arrow that never misses it’s target. The pure humility of his posture, as he sat there, brought tears to my eyes as I followed his actions. It reminded me of the first night we had spent together.

At that moment, for a split second, it felt like I was that girl again. I remembered it like it was just the other day, and a familiar feeling descended as I was transported back to that place momentarily, like I was there once again. I remembered the feelings that came with finally being able to find myself, after being lost and enstranged.

But the realisation dawned almost immediately.

That girl was a different person. She had been dancing around in circles, looking for things in the wrong places, before she found the love she had sought. She had been heedless and aimless, seeking contentment where there was none available.

Until it hit her, at a time that she hardly expected.

She finally found what she had been looking for, through the One Who created her.

And it wasn’t beyond anyone’s understanding. Everything has got the ability to perceive, yet we remain blinded out of choice. Our Deen was perfectly moulded for us.

If we wanted love, the Greatest Love that we could ever have was right in our midst, waiting for us to open our heart to Him.

If it was mercy we sought, when we showed mercy to others, the One in the Heavens Above would surely never deprive us of His.

And if we were looking for peace… I’ve found that the only peace that was fulfilling, was the peace that came with turning to our Rabb. The only solace that was worth seeking, was the promise of eternal bliss, that only Allah (SWT) can offer.

Everybody is looking for peace, and the kind of contentment that comes from deep within. Those who used to wake at night to remember their Lord in solitude will be of those first few who enter the eternal abode. Imagine the regret when those who have found peace with their Lord are whisked off to Jannah, and we are left behind?

Rasul Allah (SAW) said: “Richness does not lie in the abundance of (worldly) goods, but richness is the richness of the soul (heart, self).” [Muslim]

And how to find that contentment, was to be happy with what our Lord decrees. To accept that by Him being our Master, we automatically become slaves, in this world of play and amusement. To guard our gazes from that which others possess, bringing appreciation into our own lives and heart. To become rich through the realisation of how much we have been favoured, if only we could count them.

And then, to remember that Allah Ta’ala only gives the ones He loves the knowledge and piety to realise all of this.

And through this peace, will our Lord look at us, and give us the long awaited glad tidings that we strived for.

The world will never be able to satisfy that craving of the heart. It is only our Rabb who can give us peace. If only we knew, and could see what the mind can never imagine… With the sacrifice in this world, He will grant us the eternal rewards.

It is only with that, we earn the greatest victory of all…

“Gardens of perpetual residence; they will enter them with whoever were righteous among their fathers, their spouses and their descendants. And the angels will enter upon them from every gate, [saying],

‘Peace be upon you for what you patiently endured. And excellent is the final home.'” (Surah Ar-Radd: Verse 23-24)


Author’s Note: “And Remind for verily a reminder benefits the believer”(51:55)

So much more to say, that I have no idea if we have done justice to this blog. Sad that it has come to an end too, but we just hope that Allah Ta’ala guides us to take it into our hearts and practise whatever has touched and affected us, even in the tiniest of ways. Make Du’aa for the youth, who are greatly in need of it. 

As a beneficial reminder for us, since we were always so weak, talking about Allah (SWT) is the only way to keep reminding ourselves about Him and His greatness. And though they say that the greatness of Allah (SWT) is impossible for our feeble minds to comprehend, just by looking at and acknowledging the mastery of His creation, we are engaging in some sort of Ibaadat. By introducing Taaleem And Kitaab-reading in the home, hidaayat can flow through our lives, Insha Allah. 

Keep company with the pious, be good to others, make shukar for the small things. Try and remember that this world is not for us. Preserve this Deen and don’t take it for granted. Allah Ta’ala is the only refuge we have, so don’t look for solace with anyone or through anything else.

The lessons are endless, and I wish I could remind us of every one today. After all, it’s no use reading and being inspired if we don’t make amal and put into practise. So take heed, and protect yourself, because at the end of the day, we are responsible for our own Aakhirah.

JazakAllah Khair to all the readers, fans and those who offered advice and and constructive criticism as well. May Allah (SWT) reward you abundantly. Will reply to comments as soon as time allows.

A humble request for Du’aas, as I am greatly in need of them. May Allah accept all our efforts in gaining closeness to Him, and help this weak writer to practise whatever has been said first. May Allah grant us all contentment in this world and the hereafter. Aameen

Allah knows best, but something said by certain Ulema is that in this day and age, with all the fitnah, by following fatwa strictly, and performing the 5 daily Salaah (Masjid for men), our status will be like the Awliyaa, Insha Allah. These times that we live in are said to be worse than those of the period of Jahilliyya (ignorance), so just a little sacrifice and self-restraint can take us a long way. Let’s work on our Imaan, Insha Allah. And like our Nabi (SAW) was brought in to eliminate darkness from that time, his Sunnah is needed to bring the light back into our lives again.

So… Please don’t forget our Mission Sunnah Revival! Insha Allah we will continue with it, and I will post when there are any updates. 










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