Confessions of a 90's kids

If you were a 90's kid, like me, count yourself blessed!

We were the kids who got to play outside all day long without another care In the world. We paddled in pools outside our own homes, played pittu with the little boys and girls on our street, scootered to the shops in the Summer, all by ourselves, cos mummy didn't have to worry about all the bad things that could happen to us like she does with our younger siblings now.

We danced and sang under chirping birds, of course, not in a haraam way, we were just being silly! We played tag with our cousins, and cried when we got out. Sometimes we even joined in with the cricket game on the streets.

We ate 99p ice - creams and our favourite past time was reading books or watching Lion King (the movies were good back then.) We slept early at night because we wanted to awake early in the morning to start our days adventures again.

School was also awesome! We loved learning. KP crisps were our favourite snack, and for the girls, the skipping rope was our best friend. Oh wait, and the hoola hoop!

There was no time to sit In front of the TV watching rubbish, no time to waste on Ipads and phones.

Instead, we made the most of our childhood, and Alhamdulilah for these memories, because many kids then and now, don't half have the blessings we forget to thank Allah for. So take a moment out to thank Allah for blessing you with memories which you can forever cherish. ♡

Alhamdulilah.

Ramadhan Raindrops

Pitter patter went the rain drops, as I slightly lifted my ‘Abayah from the splash of puddles below me. The night was cool and rain poured forth from the beautiful sky, creating a calm and breezy atmosphere. I could hear the loud recitation of the Qur’an coming through the open windows of the Masaajid, as I entered into its doors quickly, eager to join the congregation.

There are not many things you can’t describe in words, but for me, one has got to me praying in congregation in the blessed month of Ramadhan. The strengthened feeling of sisterhood, and the amazing revival of unity, always makes me feel warm inside. I look forward to standing besides my sister in faith, shoulder to shoulder, feet to feet, as we get ready to face our Lord. A divine connection unlike no other is shared with those most beloved to me.

The melodious recitation of the Qur’an and the tear-jerking Witr Du’aa, enlivens your ‘Imaan and makes it soar! What a beautiful gift given to us, a gift we miss so long after Ramadhan has passed.

The prayer in congregation is a unique act to the Muslims. It symbolizes unity; strength, power and pride, when we stand together like armed soldiers in front of our Lord. Even the enemies fear this! Fear the thousands of Muslims who gather to perform this unexplainable, incredible act which is the foundation and root of our faith!

As sisters, we are not obligated to pray in the Masaajid, and our prayer at home is better, but one cannot deny the amazing feeling that is felt when praying in congregation.

And that’s why I remind the brothers, those who miss their prayers in congregation, to hold onto this beautiful gift. Only when the Masaajids are filled for Salaatul Fajr, will the Muslims regain victory. Only when the Masaajids are flooded with men whose hearts are filled with faith, will Islam regain its position, will regain its power to overcome the enemies of the truth.

When you (O Messenger Muhammad) are among them, and lead them in As-Salaah (the prayer), let one party of them stand up [in Salaah (prayer)] with you taking their arms with them; when they finish their prostrations, let them take their positions in the rear and let the other party come up which have not yet prayed, and let them pray with you” [al-Nisa’ 4:102]

O Brothers, if Allah has commanded us to establish prayers in time of insecurity, then what about in times of security?