This is a reply to the poem of a fellow Muslimah blogger. -------------- You ask the questions on behalf of all, I will try to answer some or all. Life is bound to be hard, For the road to Jannah is not of pearls. As for people, they have forgotten their source, Dirt is what… Continue reading Answers to all the “Why?”
God gave me voice, They taught me words. Many had opinions, They told mine mattered. He encouraged discussions, She took suggestions. Both in their own ways, Taught me my voice matters. ---- Umm Ruqaiya ---- It is due to the upbringing of my parents that today I am able to confidently share my opinions with… Continue reading Our Voice Matters
The art of appreciation is an art that is lost, Seekers are so many that the givers are lost. Everyone believes he deserves it the most, Whereas giving is what we need the most. -- Umm Ruqaiya --
Ain't no mattress like Ummi, It's on her that I get the best sleep. Her smell gives me assurance of security, As for her warmth, it lets not cold reach me. For me, world's best lullaby is Ummi's heart beat. The best of it all is when I wake up, She is the first one… Continue reading Ummi’s Heartbeat
Prostration to God brings to the soul The peace that is unknown to all. In the lap of the Lord I decide to let it go all. The soul dances like a crazy lover among all. As though, it is the only blessed one among all. He chooses and loves us all. Yet, makes us… Continue reading He is the One that matters!
How stingy are we all, We want it all... Whether it be this or that We want to give away nothing at all. Self seems to be our goal, We let the soul die for the sake of gold. Soul enjoys to give it away, Self wants it all to stay. If the world was… Continue reading
It all seems right until we see the other side, It requires a lot of courage to walk through one's ego, Honesty is lost, we all are biased, We will all think "I am right" until we see the other side. Let the shallowness of self die, Let the stubbornness die, Let us see what… Continue reading