Reflections

Then your hearts became hardened after that, being like stones or even harder. For indeed, there are stones from which rivers burst forth, and there are some of them that split open and water comes out, and there are some of them that fall down for fear of Allah. And Allah is not unaware of…

Purdah

I sit down to write this on the tenth of Ramadan (eleventh now). And here I sheepishly slip in a belated Ramadan Mubarak. My dear, dear people, allow me to unroll the most disputed parchment. The most over-discussed topic- THE COMMANDMENT OF HIJAB   *drum rolls* That’s right. I have avoided that topic much. Considering that there is enough covered-and-uncovered-lollipop discussion around to deal with that. (*rolls-eyes*) Anyway, here I am with my little bag…

Homecoming

There was a moment in my life when I had given up on myself. I had given up on the fact that I can still be in this mess and survive. I knew it was beyond what I could probably handle and I already had it long enough. “Allah doesn’t burden a soul more than…

The Shape of This World

You are a sparkling memory. You, my unspoken yearning. You have an unforgettable scent. A tasteful temperament. Where did you pick it up? This scent of yours? Your lavish, pleasing drapes. Where have you been before you came in my sight? Dropped down from there and reached my heart. There, you settled. And filled my…

This Unpaved Road

I have been sitting still for eons. It has been a hard day. And boring. This is unique to my nature. I don’t dwell in that area. I always have, in the reach of my hands something to keep me up from falling into the air of melancholy. I am by His Mercy, well equipped…

In An Obscure Valley

There are times when I feel closest to RasoolAllah through my troubles and hard days I feel I can peek into his life, feel what he felt and understand the hidden rahmah of Allah. His need to seek the solitude which led him to that cave, feeling something amiss. Staying there for days on end,…

If You Are Here

Maybe sometimes we need to just stop. Stop trying, regretting and fretting. Just stop and lay down. A thousand ways you have gone wrong have already burdened your shoulders. You are bent, tired and alone. Nothing, absolutely nothing appears to be working towards something a tinge better than the present. If you are here, then…

III.(F) On the Valley of Obstacles

A long stretch of time has passed since I last picked up this prodigious book and had my lessons under the astute vision of Imam Abu Hamid (Al-Ghazali). And as the bleak frost has passed giving way again to the tide of spring, I must give way for my spirit to proceed my soul by…

Iqra

Having been brought up in a Muslim community in India, it is one of our many traditions to send our children to madarasa once they get a few years old. It is also one of the many customs which I was deprived of. It is not that my mother didn’t try. But I couldn’t bear…