Will the warmongers who present themselves as peacemakers ever recover from what we have seen on our television screens? All the world now bears witness to reality.
By nature, I’m pretty shy, even now. And I suppose that’s why my duas are so rubbish: because I’m shy to ask Allah for the things I desire. I just think to myself: “God already knows what’s in my heart anyway.” Shyness can be rather debilitating. I’m not one to beg or demand. I just …
Let the raucous callers reflect on surah Luqman. What advice did Luqman give his son?
I’m in the halal shop waiting to be served. I greet the customer in front of me in my usual friendly manner. He smiles back and offers the standard, “Alright mate.” Then blurts out in a language I’m not meant to understand, “Kya woh musalman hai?” “Jee, jee, jee,” reply the shopkeepers in unison. There …
I enjoyed acting like a teenager when our lad asked me to remove the time limit from the computer. “I can’t be bothered,” I said when he asked me. “I don’t want to,” I said when he insisted. “I’ll do it later,” I said when he protested. And finally, when he said it was very …
Why am I cross? I’m angry at myself for succumbing to my scheming nafs once more. By my twenty-fifth Ramadan, you’d think I might have made progress. But no. The last differs little from my first. At this juncture, I wonder if there is any hope for me, every month of fasting and prayer undermined …
The servants of the Most Merciful are those who walk humbly on the earth, who, when the foolish address them, reply, ‘Peace!’ Quran 25:63
There’s no guarantee we will be granted a long life. I’ve just learnt of two colleagues, slightly younger than me, who suddenly passed away. Best to make the most of the short time we have, and strive to live our best lives in the service of others. From God we come and to Him we …
Over and over, I am reminded that I am totally ignorant, my assumptions always well off the mark. Just before my afternoon break, I was doing some admin on my staff record at work. While tabbing through the sections, I noticed the qualifications section was completely empty, with no way to correct it. “Oh well,” I …
Looking back through my photo albums this morning, my soul petitions me: “What on earth are you complaining about? Look at all of these blessings!” And, once more, my soul speaks the truth. May God make me grateful.
If I could tell people what I have seen, they would say, “This man is delusional.” Even if they could acknowledge what I have seen, they would say, “Those are merely coincidences, significant to you alone.” So do we rationalise what should be remarkable, and disregard what ought to make us take note. “It’s all …
A trait I hate in myself: I follow a good deed with bad deeds. It’s supposed to be the other way around. The tests that come from within are always perturbing. May Allah reform my soul.
