A Whole New Chapter

A beginning of a new piece… hoping for a change up from the usual romance focused blogs InshaAllah … may it be beneficial 🌸

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Bismillahir Rahmaanir Raheem

Khawlah: My story. Well, where it all started. 

In life, we often experience things, and yet never see the connections between them.

Yes, loss is hard. It’s heartbreaking. An obstacle can shatter our hopes. A difficulty breaks our spirits. But these experiences have many reasons…. and lots of wisdom in them.

They humble us. They shake us up. Sometimes, they even rock our world.

But, most of all, they remind us of how small we are, and how Great our Lord is. How little control we truly have. And in that way, they awaken us from the slumber of our deceptions, our heedlessness, our wandering, and bring us back to the path. Often, they strip away the veil of comfort from our eyes, and remind us of what we are. Where we should be going. Where we are all going to be headed.

As it lingered, the scent of…

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Modesty & Intimacy.

Food for thought … Allah make us among those who have Hayaa

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Bismillihir Rahmanir Raheem

The word “modesty” comes from the Latin root modestus which means “keeping within measure”. 

There has never been a nation who has given more value to hayaa than Muslims. The destruction of people of the past who ruled empires, often arose from two things, love of wealth and indulgence in it and erosion of modesty and the consequences thereof. Bear this in mind as we reach the end of this article.

Today we live in a world that attacks our modesty,from every angle. We can’t leave our home without an assault on our eyes from billboards to magazine covers to immodest dressing to filthy songs blasted in shops. We can’t open a newspaper to catch up with current affairs without some perverse story printed within. You can sit in a hospital with a half dying patient and some kid switches on his TV that is playing an…

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Bismillahir Rahmanir Raheem Mubarak to you! Congratulations! To every person who is alive now &has the opportunity to live through and make the most of the days that have arrived, what are they? The 10 most beloved days to Allah. Let’s not UNDERESTIMATE this. This is a challenge&encouragement to myself first&others, let’s run to build […]

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Bismillahir Rahmaanir Raheem

About a week ago, as I scrolled through my Whatsapp feed, I found a display picture that caused some introspection for my illusive mind, maybe for a a few days.
Then, so it happened, some time later, I received a post that inspired me, even if it was just for a short while. Co-incidentally, just before the weekend, an e-mail appeared in my inbox, as a clear reminder of what I should have been aspiring for since the beginning of Ramadaan. I read it and thought about it, and then forgot about it, just like the other words that I had previously been taken aback by, as I was caught in the moment.

They say technology in this era is the hugest Fitnah of the time… Just as magic was in the time of Musaa (AS) and Haroon (AS). And of course, no one can deny that technology and Social Media is one of the greatest time drainers in Ramadhaan… I know. I had to, (and still have to), work really hard to kill that attachment, but that’s not where I’m going with this post.

What I’m trying to say here, is that, as I received these messages, which I know are intended to be ‘inspiring’ and  ‘reflective’, I’ve come to notice that this ‘momentary inspiration’ has become a sort of trend for me. My heart softens momentarily as I get a tiny spiritual high, and I feel like I have progressed just a little. And then… Then I just fall back to where I always have been…. In that stagnant, unyielding place, where nothing I do is ‘felt’.

Feelings. Emotions.

Sometimes, we hang onto that ‘feeling’ that we experience during the most perfectly phrased message or the most inspirational of talks. We cling to that feeling, and expect to always feel that way, during any kind of Ibaadat. Sometimes, we even go to the extent of excluding that particular form of worship, if the desired ‘feeling’ isn’t accompanying whatever efforts we are making.

And right there, is when we should be thinking to ourselves… Like how I had thought to myself on that particular spiritually dead day… What exactly am I chasing here?

We want to ‘feel’ that connection, and ‘feel’ that spiritual high. We panic because we feel dead inside, and because every effort we are aspiring towards just feels so lifeless.

And with all these thoughts, as the tiny ray of sunshine found it’s way into my rusted heart, I thought to myself…


Am I supposed to be chasing Allah, or am I just chasing a ‘feeling’? Am I looking to fulfil my Nafs, or am I wanting to serve my Lord? Am I worshipping Ramadhaan, or am I hoping to be the slave who submits to the One Who created it?

The thing is, I get it. We see people whose lives have changed, and we also want to feel that revolutionary inspiration. But it’s as if your actions have no soul and your words have no heart.

And when I read this, having received it at the exactly right time, I realised that there is Someone who appreciates everything we do, even when we don’t see the true value.

‘What is the point of all of it? Your actions are robotic. Monotone. Without soul.

You wish you could be like that person praying next to you in taraweeh who sobs during every prostration. You want to be the one passionately pleading with Allah subhanahu wa ta`ala (exalted is He) with humility. Your hope is that you can be that person whose heart is broken before God.
You know what, though? You, too, are special to Allah (swt).

You who recites the Qur’an because you know it is good.

You who prays because Allah (swt) commanded you to.

You who attends lectures on Islam because you want to feel closer to Him.

The Prophet ﷺ told us that the person who recites the Qur’an and struggles with the recitation receives twice the reward: for their recitation and for their effort and struggle. Ibn Al-Qayyim used this hadith (tradition of the Prophet ﷺ) as the basis for his statement that the person who struggles to be devoted in prayer gets twice the reward: for the parts that he was devoted, and for his struggle to stay focused.

As long as you are trying, Allah (swt) is with you…’

And Allah is As-Shakoor. He loves it. He appreciates it. And He gets you.

Because at the end of the day, the one whose opinion matters is only the One that you are doing this all for. And if you are feeling down, just think about this.

Allah (SWT) gets it.

Because when you are making whudhu, and you are so careful to not even let a drop of water go down your throat… Who exactly are you making that effort for?

And when you are praying Qiyaam, in the dead of the night, when it feels like not a single soul is awake with you, Who knows your sincere intention?

And when you pour out your heart on your Musalla, knowing that Allah hears you, even though those tears don’t want to flow… Who sees your heart crying out?

HE gets it.

Because your efforts are pure. Because they are true. And because you are not worshipping a feeling. You do not place your forehead on the hard ground, solely for that ‘high’. You submit to Him, through every action you do, because Allah sees what you do not.

Including your heart.

Know your Allah… Know that you have a Generous, Fostering, Patient and Kind Lord who is actually shy to turn away a believer when he is asking of Him.

He can bring back whatever is lost.

He can bring you back to Him.

And so, to the heart that is #Numb:

Do not give up just yet. Don’t find other things to keep your focus. Don’t get distracted because you feel that you actions will hold no weight. Don’t ever feel despondent, because you are still on a journey.

You are still trekking forward, and you are most definitely going to reach that place where you see all the rewards that have been allocated for every ‘little’ action that you did.

So, keep on doing good. Keep on with the aspirations. Push yourself to the limits. Exert yourself with all the effort you can encompass.

And for that, Allah will not only love you, but He will show that love for you. And on that day, when you eventually see your rewards, you will be so grateful for your perseverance, because only then will you see the true value of how big your ‘little’ action was, in His eyes.

Only then will you see how truly grateful Allah is for every effort you made, not for your Nafs, but only for Him.

And InshaAllah, for you, the discerning Slave of Allah, on that day… There will be no sorrow nor any grief.

That’s His promise.

“O My servants! There is no fear for you on that Day, nor shall you grieve.” (Surah Zukhruf: 68)

As these last ten days dawn on us, let us make extra effort to find that motivation and push ourselves to the limits. Indeed, Allah has not made the Night of Power in the first or middle ten days of this blessed month. He has placed in the last ten days so that we may aspire for it and aim to find it. So that we can muster every ounce of energy we have left, and exert ourselves in  a way that we haven’t yet, throughout this Ramadhaan.

Find that reserved energy, and let that second wind gush forth. Drive yourself in a way that you had never thought yourself capable of. Leave the phone and time-drainers aside, and use every minute of this month wisely. Insha Allah. May Allah allow me, this humble writer, to practise on whatever I am trying to relate first, and inspire the enitre Ummah. Let’s bring alive all our Sunnahs, and make a goal chart, if we haven’t yet.

For example, per day:

500 Durood

1.5 Juz Qur’an 

500 Istighfaar

Fadhaail Amaal- 3 pages


Just a guideline. May Allah make it easy.




A Du’aa we may have forgotten.


Duaa water

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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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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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