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Thursday 27 November 2014

What is Love?





What is love?

Is love just an emotion;

a fleeting feeling?

Or is love more than but what a heart feels?

Love is to endure sleepless nights so your child sleeps peacefully,

Love is working day and night to provide for your family,

Love is the man of your dreams, a man of deen,

Love is a bird that guards her eggs under her smooth, soft wings,

Love is caring for an orphan and her young siblings,

Love is a warm kiss on the cheek of a new born baby.

Love.

Love is placing your forehead on the ground; a love story only those who pray will feel,

Love is lifting your blanket just before dawn, a feeling so surreal,

Love is the feeling of thirst and hunger on a long summer’s day,

Love is helping your fellow Muslim, going out your way,

Love is tears that fall from your eyes whenever you hear His name,

Love is shouting Takbeer to a fellow new-muslim,



Love is standing feet to feet, shoulder to shoulder under the dusky night sky,

Love is dreaming of Jannah, under the shade of a huge tree will you lie,

Love is gazing at the Kaab’ah and whispering a sincere Praise,

Love is walking into Madinah, fixed is your gaze,



Monday 24 November 2014

A Familiar Soul




Thought I'd share this mini post I came across. Found it very beautiful. :)


She fell in love with his smile, which covered up his flaws. His kindness struck her like a sweet fragrance, and his generosity pulled her from the depths of her shadows. He was different to the hardened souls she'd encountered, wrapped in their self-righteousness and harsh ways. He was a stark contrast from the ones that sought to control, stuck on the cover of their novel, unable to turn the page and appreciate that the world was far from black and white.
He was colourful, considerate like the rainbow, appreciating her shades of complexion, rather than living in the fake photoshopped age.
His piety was reflected in more than his words, it went deeper, and in turn, touched her heart.

(Written by Sr Alima Ashfaq)



She had come across many people before, but no one was quite like this soul. There was a sudden connection, like she knew them from another world. It was so casual, so normal she thought, for them to be in her life. Its like they were never not there, never not part of her journey. With that, she invoked her Lord, asking for good in this world and the next, and she decided to practice patience, until her Lord would unite her heart with theirs. 




Sunday 23 November 2014

Forgotten Heroines [Hafsah Bint Sireen, and her mother Safiyyah]




One of the greatest scholars from amongst the taabi'een was a man by the name of, Muhammad Ibn Sireen. It is said that his mother, Safiyyah, was one of the most prominent women scholars at that time who would teach Ibn Sireen and her other children. Safiyyah was born into slavery, such that know one even knew the name of her father, neither did she know her parents. When Islam began to spread, Abu Bakr, freed Safiyyah and she became one of his rare students. Even after he passed away, Safiyyah continued to learn and study from Ayesha. She was such a noble woman, that Ibn Katheer said [paraphrased], "There is no Janazah in history after the Janazah of Rasulullah (salallahu alayhi wasallam, where they had that many noble people attend." It is narrated that Ubayy ibn Ka'ab led her Janazah and three of the mothers of the believers, who were alive at that time, attended her funeral.

Safiyyah had a daughter called Hafsah Bint Sireen, who would learn so much from her mother. Due to this righteous upbringing, that she memorised the entire Qur'an by the age of 10, had mastered all the Qira'aa by the age of 12, and was so knowledgeable in hadith that even her brothers would study under her, including Muhammad Ibn Sireen, who is said to be the greatest scholar of that time.


"I've not met anyone more knowledgeable than Hafsah " - A Tabi'ee

A Pure Union [Aasim bin Umar Al-Khattab and Umm Layla]

Once Umar Ibn Al Khattab was with his son, patrolling the streets of Madinah, making sure everyone was well. As he was walking with his son, Aslam, they stopped outside a house wherein a mother and daughter were immersed in a conversation.

Umar (ra) heard the mother tell her daughter to add water to milk, so that it increases in quantity so that they could sell it and make more profit on it. At that time, the mother or daughter were unaware that Umar (ra) was listening, and so the mother spoke saying, "Where is Umar right now?" (i.e - he isn't watching so go ahead and do it.) However, the daughter was someone who feared Allah, and so she replied obediently saying: "O my mother, I am not going to obey him in public and disobey him in private. If Umar did not see, then the Lord of Umar sees us right now." 

After hearing this, Umar (ra) was deeply impressed. He ordered his son Aslam to mark the house so they could return later. He then went home and gathered his sons, and asked, "Which one of you is not married yet?" One of his son's whose name was, Aaasim, replied that he was not yet married. Thus, Umar (ra) sent Aslam to enquire more about the girl and her family, for his brother. He discovered that the girl was not married and so was available, and that she lived alone with her widowed mother.

As soon as Aslam returned, Umar (ra) took his son Aaasim to the woman's house so that he could propose to her for marriage. Soon, they were married. It is narrated that Aasim's wife gave birth to a daughter called Layla, who later also married and gave birth to the amazing, Umar Ibn Abdul 'Azeez.

Layla bint Aasim, the mother of Umar Ibn Abdul Azeez was a women who promoted justice. She was married to Abdullah Ibn Azeez bin Marwaan, who was a powerful authority at that time. Yet she always reminded him to be fair and just in his dealings. As a result, Umar ibn Al Azeez was raised in a household of peace, justice, fairness and tranquility. May Allah be pleased with them all.

Lesson: The woman who married the daughter of Umar bin Al-Khattab is an example and role model for us all. Her Taqwa in Allah caused her to be raised in ranked and honoured in this world and the next. Her marriage stemmed from a pure intention and the Taqwa of Allah. The purity of the reunion continued throughout their progeny, and from their offspring rised the next leader of the Muslims, and a man who till today, remains famous for his sincere dedication to serve the deen of Allah and lead it to victory. Marrying a righteous spouse, working together in righteousness, and in raising righteous children, will result in a righteous and beneficial legacy, inshaAllah.








Friday 21 November 2014

Call them by a Kunya! [Giving children a sense of responsibility]





I recently heard a reminder on parenting and how calling children by a Kunya (teknonym) would result in them having a more sense of responsibility. Calling your children with nicknames such as ‘Abu Abdullah’ or ‘Umm Kulthoom’ would make them feel older and more responsible; like an adult. This is quite an interesting concept and is also a beautiful sunnah of our beloved Prophet Muhammad (Salallahu Alayhi Wasallam) who would call the little children around him by their Kunya. 


An example of this is in a hadith which is reported in Bukhari where Anas (Radiyallahu Anhu) narrates:

“The Prophet (salallahu alayhi wasallam) was the best of all the people in character. I had a brother called Abu Umair, who, I think, had been newly weaned. Whenever he was brought to the Prophet, the Prophet used to say, "O Abu Umair! What did Al-Nughair (do)?” Al-Nughair was a nightingale with which he used to play.” [Bukhari]

Do you know how this changes the psychology of the children? Try it! When you call your child ‘O father of so and so’ or ‘O mother of so and so’ and then you tell them to stop being naughty they will instantly think ‘Wow, I’m a father, I’m big, I must stop being naughty now.’ 

The Queen Of The Home




In English she is known as a 'Housewife'.


In Arabic she is known as ربةالبيت meaning 'The Queen of the house'

See the huge difference? The Arabic language is full of profundity and meaning. 

Islam gives the ‘housewife’ such an honorable status by calling her a Queen, such a high rank and a lofty position.

Every woman is a Queen in her own home. The husband her King, the children her prince and princess, and the house her kingdom. 

Every woman's dream of becoming a Queen could quite possibly become a reality, inshaAllah.

Aminah and Abdullah [Teaching Children]

“I will need to use the small screws.” Abdullah said to himself whilst collecting all the small screws from the floor and putting the rest beck in his dad’s tool box.

Just then, Aminah walked into the room with a painting in her hand.

“Look! Look what I’ve made!” Aminah had a huge smile on her face as she waved her painting to her dad and big brother.

“Not now, Aminah!” Abdullah said loudly and quickly as he was too busy screwing in the nail into the cupboard.

“B-but…” Aminah said in a low tone. Her deep brown eyes looked sorrowful and she held the painting close to her chest.

“I drew this especially for you, Abdullah.” Aminah continued, her voice showed that she was getting upset and angry.

Abdullah, too busy focused on his work, didn’t hear what Aminah said, and Abi was too busy concentrating that he hadn’t even noticed Aminah walk into the room!

“I hate you sometimes, Abdullah!” said Aminah growling. Her cheeks grew red. Suddenly, a hint of guilt entered her heart.

Aminah slowly walked out of the room; her eyes filling with tears. She made her way up the stairs and into her bedroom.

Aminah jumped onto her bed, staring down at her painting. She had beautifully painted a picture of Madinah for Abdullah because she knew how much he really wanted to visit it as it was his most beloved place. Aminah wanted to do something special for her elder brother.

The painting was splashed with different colors, mostly cream for the Masjid walls. There were tall palm trees and the sky was crayoned in a summery blue colour. She had never been to Madinah but had heard lots about the city of the Prophet (Salallahu Alayhi Wasallam) and her heart ached to go.

Suddenly, the door creaked open.

Aminah quickly lay down on her soft bed and pulled a pink blanket over her body.

“My Aminah…” came a familiar voice from behind Aminah.

Ummi sat down beside her, stroking her head.

“Don’t be upset. Abdullah was busy and didn’t mean to upset you.”

Aminah sniffled.

“But Ummi, I made it especially for him and he didn’t even want to look at it?” she cried, now staring back at her mum, looking into her golden eyes.

“No, sweetie. He was just so engrossed in helping Abi, he didn’t realize what you had made for him.”

Aminah sat up and gave her mum a hug, squeezing her tightly.

“Shall I tell you a story?”

“Yes, please Ummi!” Aminah wiped away her tears.

Aminah adored story writing and storytelling.

“Ok, here sit in my lap and I will tell you.”

Aminah rushed to cuddle up in her mother’s arm.

“So, one day whilst the Prophet Muhammad (Salallahu Alayhi Wasallam)…”

Ummi paused.

Aminah sat up.

“And then…” she said wide-eyed.

“I’m waiting for you to say Salallahu Alayhi Wasallam!” Ummi laughed.

“Remember whenever we hear it, we have to repeat it, it means “May Allah’s peace be upon him.” Ummi grinned.

“Oh yes, silly me.”Aminah shook her head in disappoint.

“Salallahu Alayhi Wasallam!” she chirped.

Ummi kissed her daughters forehead.

“So, where was I, oh yes…He was sitting with some very well-known leaders of Quraysh and was calling them to accept Islam.”

“Ummi, were these leaders really popular?”

“Yes, and they were staunch enemies of Islam too.”

“SubhanAllah” Aminah raised an eyebrow.

“And then, suddenly a blind man approached the Prophet, Salallahu Alayhi Wasallam…”

“_Salallahu Alayhi Wasallam” Aminah said proud that she had remembered this time.

“…as he wanted to ask him an important question. The blind man kept interrupting, and so the messenger of Allah turned away from him just slightly so he could continue talking to the leaders.”.

“But remember, he didn’t do this to the blind man on purpose, but unintentionally.” Ummi added.

“Yes, because the Prophet, Salallahu Alayhi Wasallam, was a very kind man and didn’t hurt anyone’s feelings.”

“That’s right, Aminah. It was only a minor mistake the messenger of Allah, may peace be upon him, did by turning away from the man. But, Allah sent down verses to correct his Prophet, out of great love for him.”

“Which verses were they, Ummi?” Aminah gathered her eyebrows thoughtfully.

“The verses are in Surah Abasa, chapter 80 in the Holy Quran.”

“Wow! Ummi! I’m on that Surah now! I’m learning it off by heart!” Aminah said excitedly flapping her hands.

Ummi chuckled.

“MashaAllah, that’s amazing!” Ummi cuddled Aminah.

“Now, tell me Aminah, what do you learn from this story?”

“I learnt that, when people upset you, make excuses for them because they may have hurt your feelings accidently.”

“MashaAllah, that is absolutely correct, Aminah. Sometimes people will do things and without realizing, they may hurt your feelings but sometimes you got to make excuses for them.”

“Yeah…So, does that mean that I have to make excuses for Abdullah too?”

“Yes, dear.”

“I feel bad for Abdullah now.” Aminah bit her lip.

“You can still apologies. There is an old quote that goes like this…” Ummi closed her eyes trying hard to remember it.

“Oh, I got it! “If a friend makes a mistake, make seventy excuses for him. If your hearts can’t do this, then that is a weakness in your own selves.”

“SubhanAllah…” Aminah was amazed at how making excuses for someone was so important and how it was part of good character.

“You feel better now?” Ummi gazed at Aminah’s chestnut eyes.

“Loads better.” Aminah smiled and gave her mum a kiss on the cheek.

Your Mother, Your Mother, Your Mother...




Your mother bore you, hardship upon hardship. For nine months she carried you, bearing the sickness and pain that comes with pregnancy. The nights were hard, the days were tiring, yet she was so excited to see you and to cuddle you in her arms.


Childbirth was hard. Yet, as soon as you entered the world, and as she glanced at your soft, delicate face, all the pain was forgotten and she rejoiced at the beautiful gift in front of her very eyes.

Then, as you grew, went through sleepless nights worried about your health. She cradled you in her arms when you were sick, caressing your smooth face with tears in her eyes.

She watched you take your first steps. Her face was shining, rejoicing with delight as she walked forward to kiss your glowing face.

On your first day of school, she found it hard to let go of you as she stood at the school gates watching you smile as you you got ready to embark on a new journey. A tear slid down her cheek as she turned the corner, worried whether you would settle in well.

Soon you became a teenager. The mood swings began. The answering back, the shouting, the frustration. Yet, she still cooked for you, cleaned after you, spent on you and called you her your 'baby.' Even when you hurt her feelings she had the heart to forgive you and love you more each time.

When she became old and weak, frail and grey; all she did was make Du'aa for you. Praying day and night for Allah to protect you, to grant you success. All that mattered was your happiness, your success, and your smile.

Your mother went through so much for you. She loved you more than any human being in this world. Yet, what have you done for your mother? Have you ever told her you love her? Do you cry to Allah in the depths of the night asking Allah to grant her Jannah for all her efforts?

The Baby In The Womb



When a woman reaches her 16th week of pregnancy, the baby in her womb begins to develop the ability to hear. It starts to recognise and make itself familiar with it's mothers speech as well as other sounds.


In fact, it is also scientifically proven that, if there is a certain tune that the mother sang in pregnancy, the child would remember that tune even after it's born!

SubhanAllah. Now imagine, if a pregnant woman was to recite Qur'an regularly and loudly while she was carrying her baby in the womb. Imagine the effect it will be having on the baby? When that child is born, he or she will remember the recitation of the Quran and be familiar with it from a very young age. Not only that, but a child may preserve the tune/recitation in their memory.

If something like this does not amaze you and remind you of the Greatness of Allah, then what will? 

When they say, 'start your children early', it does not mean when they reach 4, 5,6. Rather, Islam stresses that it all starts when the baby is in the womb. 

So, the lesson to take away is... start your kids early!

The Child Scholar ['Abdullah Ibn Abbas]





So there's an amazing book I once read about the child companions around the Messenger (salallahu alayhi wasallam). It was a beautiful book which highlighted the piety, taqwa, maturity and intelligence of the children at the time of the rise of Islam.

Today, I wanted to just discuss one of those companions. His name was Abdullah ibn Abbas who was born three years before the Hijrah. At the time ofthe Prophet (salallahu alayhi wasallam)'s death, he was only 13 years old.

Yet, he was able to accomplish so much before the messenger of Allah passed away. When Abdullah reached the age of discretion he attached himself to the service of the Prophet (salallahu alayhi wasallam), he would rush to fetch water for him to make wudhu with, and at other times he would stand behind the Prophet in prayer and accompany him on his journeys. Such that he became the shadow of the Prophet (salallahu alayhi wasallam).

As he grew physically, he also grew in his knowledge of the deen. He would rush to seek knowledge. He was a child who was enthusiastic and whose heart was pure and uncluttered allowing him to commit the Prophets words to memory.

The Prophet would often draw Abdullah Ibn Abbas close to him and make a beautiful Du'aa for him. He would say,"O Lord, make him acquire a deep understanding of the religion of Islam and instruct him in the meaning and interpretation of things."

And undoubtedly, his Du'aa was accepted.

Abdullah Ibn Abbas became one of the most learned and knoweldgeble men. People, young and old, would go to him to ask him for a matter pertaining to a religion, and he would answer in accordance of what he learnt from attending the assemblies of the Prophet (salallahu alayhi wasallam) when he was alive.

As Abdullah's knowledge grew, he grew in inner beauty as well as outer beauty. Masruq ibn al Ajda said of him: "Whenever I saw Ibn Abbas, I would say: He is the most handsome of men. When he spoke, I would say: He is the most eloquent of men. And when he held a conversation, I would say: He is the most knowledgeable of men."

My question is, where are the Abdullah ibn Abbas's of our Ummah? Do we, or our children even know of these child companions who dedicated their childhood, youth and adulthood in learning and spreading the deen?

Lets have high aspirations for our children and lets educate them about these beautiful people, so they aspire to be like them, inshaAllah.

Wednesday 19 November 2014

The Pros and Cons Of Studying From Home

"So, what are you going to do after college?" was the one question every person I came across was curious to know all through my A-level years. At first, my reply would be "I don't know yet." However, after some time thinking over things, I finally decided that I wanted to stay home and study online.  The decision itself was easy to make, as ever since the introduction of 'student loans' and the unaffordable cost of going to uni, I decided that there was no way I wanted to deal with any form of usury regardless of the difference of opinion on the matter. It was something I just didn't want to get myself into.

Nevertheless, a few months before completing college, I went through a period of doubt and confusion. Thoughts flooded my mind. Was I taking the right step? Was it something I would be able to handle? All my friends had opted for university, and they just could not fathom why on earth I wanted to study from home? Although they didn't say, I knew for a fact the majority were assuming I was either a) forced to study at home by the parents b) Didn't get the grades for uni or c) I was engaged and thus marriage would not enable me to study further. Typical! 

Yet, what if I told you that a) I wasn't at all forced to stay at home and study, in fact, my mum till the last minute was discussing so many options with me b) my grades were in fact great, Alhamdulilah, and would not have affected by entry into university, and c) Nope, I wasn't engaged or married, and even if I was, that shouldn't effect mine or anyone else's choice to study. Who said both cannot be done simultaneously? Anyhoo. Seen as I am rambling on a little now, I might aswell get straight into the main purpose of this post. 

I wanted to write up a post for all those people out there who may be considering open or online university. I wanted to shed both the positives and negatives of studying from home, which I have encountered thus far. I really pray it helps you get a more broad and true understanding of life as an online uni student. Enjoy! :)

Pro's

Since its always good to start with the positives, I thought I'd list the several pro's of online studies. Note: I am not studying through open univerity but 'Islamic online university' and to all those raising their eyebrows right now, yes it is recognised, yes it is professional, and yes its awesome.

Where was I? Oh yeah, so to proceed...

Flexibility: I am not even kidding, but its the best feeling ever to know that, even if something pops up whilst I am studying, such as a text from mum telling me to begin cooking because she's going to be home late, or a sudden text from the auntie, saying I need to babysit the munchkin for a short while, I can say yes, without feeling stressed or pressured into it, because of my workload. Alhamdulilah. Its one of the best things about studying from home. The fact that, even if you fail to complete your work in the morning, you have the evening to catch up, and that you can sort your priorities based on what is urgent and needs doing first. I cannot emphasise how important it is to maintain a balance in your life. We always talk about balance in life, but it all begins in refining our days. I have found that studying from home enables me to make time for studies, family, cooking and even my own hobbies and interests, some which were impossible for me to do when I was in school or college.

References to Islam: One of the reasons why I love studying through IOU, is because whatever I learn, whether its about child psychology, personalities or even counselling etc, it in someway links to and refers back to the Qur'an and Sunnah. Its amazing when you discover how science and religion, when combined, can provided a whole new level of understanding. Sometiems when I'm studying or listening to lectures, I can easily become bored, and then all of a sudden, an ayah from the Qur'an will play which relates to the subject at hand, and I am instantly intrigued and motivated to carry on listening. Sometimes I even forget I am studying a degree!

Skills: Studying from home is not easy. Although its enjoyable it does have its challenges. However, through these challenges I have noticed how it teaches you skills, every single day. It teaches you patience, time-management, discipline (this!), multitasking and so many other skills. Some days, you literally have to tell yourself out loud "No, you're going to work." No matter how tempted you are to log into Facebook, or bake that cake. You have to tell yourself NO, and thats you learning how to be disciplined and learning how to juggle your priorities.

Not an obstacle: A lot of people I've spoken to, and this is not a generalisation, but rather what I've heard from others. They have told me that there are certain things they want to do, or would like to do, however feel they can't to do it, until they have competed university. Of course, I totally understand them. University is a full time commitment and involves a lot of effort and sacrifice. However, with online university, I've noticed that it doesn't act as an obstacle when it comes to doing others things in life. Whatver it is, whether you want to settle down and get married, plan for a baby, travel abroad, do some voluntary work, work part-time, or even full-time, if your like totally disciplined, then with open university, it is a lot LOT easier. Its like packing your degree in a suitcase and taking it with you, wherever you are. 

Learn at your own pace: I've always been someone who hates being 'controlled in what I study by other human beings.' I found that in school and college they literally throw information at you. Tell you it needs to be done by this date, and if its not done, you're a sheer failure, or you just don't listen. Ok, thats great, but hey, where's the whole 'enjoy what you learn' gone. SubhanAllah, I feel like much of my GCSE years, I din't learn because I didn't enjoy it. They told me do this, because you've got to pass this exam, and become this in life. That's it. With online university, I am studying something which I love learning about, in a way that suits me and my lifestyle. There's deadlines of course, and exams, but there's also that recognition of individual circumstances and the constant reminder that we're learning for the sake of Allah, because we love knowledge and want to seek it and benefit others with it.

No Riba: Wallahi, I am so grateful for the fact I din't have to take out a student loan which involved Riba to study a degree. All I'm going to say, that it is one of the best choices I have made. If you sacrifice something in the fear of disobeying Allah, He will grant you something so much better. Believe that.

Cons:

Now to the negatives. I'd be lying if I said there was absolutely no negatives, so here are some general ones. :)

Sacrifice! Yup. Some days you may be awake till midnight, competing assignment or modules, other days you may have to begin your day at 5am and work till your completely zonked out. As an online university student, be prepared to sacrifice some things. Like, your sleep. A lot of people think that online uni students can chill, relax, and even sleep in. Nu-uh. In fact, my mornings mean so much to me right now. If I end up sleeping in, thats literally me behind on a day's uni work, which isn't good, because you have to complete the designated work for that day if you want to keep on task. That means, getting up early, praying, quickly eating your breakfast, cleaning the house, do a few other things, get on with your uni work and get it completed before the parents come home from work, kids come back from school, and the other responsibilities begin!

Lonely soul: Yeah, its true. People actually think I am socially deprived. That is true on some level, but not entirely true. Ok, I've never been such a party animal anyway, I've always been  a 'homey' type of person who has although has a particularly large group of friends, there's probably only a close few I interact with everyday. Although, yes I am going to be honest, staying at home has made me want to stay at home even more. That is a con, yes, because I am not interacting with other people, as much as I would do if I was at an actual uni. But hey, that doesn't mean I lock myself in a prison day and night. Rather, I have made it a must to get out of the house, whether its to visit my grandma, attend archery, boxercise, driving lessons, halaqahs. I will to do it, or else, then I would be socially deprived. Alternatively, we have the huge gift of technology which means in my spare time, I Skype friends (who are all in either Riyadh or other parts of the world *sob*) , go out with family, or babysit. Ok, thats at home too but its still socialising, right?

Resources: No, I don't have a lab, or a classroom, or a lecturer who visits me everyday, or or or....However, I do have my kitchen? If I ever needed to experiment anything, which I highly doubt I will have to in Psychology, then there's always a way around it. So yeah.

Food, food and more food: This hasn't been such an issue for me. In fact, since I begins studies at home, I've began to eat less. There really is not much free time to go fetch out crisps, chocolates and sweets, when you have to be constantly writing up notes from your lectures. However, this is an issue for some. Due to the lack of motivation (which happens to me also at times), we end up sitting there stuffing ourself with whatever we find. A lot of people say that they would not be able to study at home because they won't be able to disincline themselves and would end up eating all day long. My solutions? Create a timetable, have a plan. Eat 3 meals everyday, keep a glass or bottle of water next to you, buy healthy snacks and if you feel peckish, just go grab that banana! You're at home, meaning you have more time prepare healthy meals and *choose* what you eat.

Prepare to sit all day long: You can say that again. You will be sitting so much, you'll almost forget how it feels to walk long distances. However, best way to sort this issue out, is to try and exercise this muscles everyday, someway. Go for a walk, do some cardio at home, clean the house. Just make sure those muscles are working in some way.

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Tuesday 18 November 2014

"Niqab? Never!" [Why you should never say never]





I was a girl, to put it bluntly, who really disliked the Niqab. When my mum first began wearing it, I was a bit unsure about her decision. When I saw girls who had it on, I would instantly think that they were forced to wear it or had to wear it for Madrassah or as part of their uniform. Niqab just wasn't for me. I felt it was extreme, that it was taking Hijab on another level. That it was something more culturally influenced than islamic.

It was only after my Umrah trip that my thoughts changed. When I was there, I was literally surrounded by Niqabis, everywhere! The fact that it was extremely hot didn't bother them a bit and I was amazed at how they did it. I felt like I was missing out on something great, these sisters seemed so relaxed, so confident, so proud to be wearing it, and I really admired them. In fact, as most people say, Saudi is one place where you just feel the need to cover your face - and so I tried it and fell in love with it.

Niqab in Saudi was easy. And I know many sisters believe that it's harder in the UK, which is somewhat true. However, it's all about how you handle it. Since wearing the Niqab, I feel so free, so liberated. I feel like a queen. :D It feels amazing to know that I can walk the streets and no man can have the opportunity or right to stare at me.

OK, I admit I do get stares from non-muslims who find it shocking that I could cover my face in this heat, but wallahi it only makes you stronger and it only gets them to reflect on an individuals motive behind wearing the veil.

My point is, sisters who are thinking of wearing the Niqab, but are in doubt, or are receiving negative advice about it...just go with what your heart inclines towards. My heart felt uncomfortable going out without something covering my face,  Even if you try wearing it for a period of time - go ahead. There's no harm in trying :) and if it does get difficult, there's always an option of taking it off.
SubhanAllah, it's amazing how your thoughts and perceptions of things can change.

May Allah, the Turner of hearts, keep our hearts firm on His religion.

Sunday 9 November 2014

Aiza [The Palestinian Orphan]





"Salaaaams girl!”

“Hey, walaikum Asalaam, Aiza.”

“Did you get a good nights sleep last night?” I questioned as I continued chopping the vegetables.

“Not really." She paused.

"I was just thinking about Rimsha all night. What happened yesterday triggered so many painful memories.” Aiza kept her head lowered as she sat on the chair in front of mr.

“Oh, yeah I do feel sorry for her… “ I said as I cleaned my hands with a tissue. "May Allah grant her patience."

“Ameen."

"Right…” Aiza prompted. "How can I help?"

"Carrots?" 

"Sure!"

Swiftly, she began chopping away.

Suddenly, out of the blue, Aiza lowered her eyes, dropped the knife she was holding, and began to fiddle with her fingers. Her mood suddenly turned solemn and sorrowful.

“Umm… is everything ok Aiza?” I asked spontaneously.

Aiza didn’t say a word and continued twiddling her fingers.

“I’m…I’m sorry.” I said for no reason except that I felt so uncomfortable.

“I miss my parents, Inayah.” Aiza sighed and the turned her head, staring out of the nearby window, as if she was lost in her own world…her own thoughts.

I lifted my head and gazed into Aiza’s grey-ish eyes. A soft smile formed on her angelic face. I stared back at her, wide-eyed, as a a stab of fear penetrated through my heart as I prepared to hear what was going to come next.

“I’m Palestinian.”

I opened my mouth slightly in curiosity; somehow getting the vibe that what she was going to say next would hit me hard.

“It was a sunny day in the city of Gaza, me, my older brother Yusuf and my two beautiful parents…”

She stopped and smiled again as she recalled memories of her mother and father.

“We were sitting in one of the parks in Gaza. It’d been a while since we had stepped foot out of the house due to all the violence that was spurring up.”

I sat silently, taking in each word that was leaving Aiza’s lips.

“When suddenly…”

Aiza swallowed. He eyes began to well up and a quick tear rolled down her rosy cheeks.

“Aiza…don’t cry dear. Aiza…” I continued but she shook her head.

More tears began to fall down her face.

Taymiyyah, who was standing on the other side of the kitchen rushed over to see what was going on. I mimed and signaled to her that everything was ok and that I was dealing with it, and so she rushed back.

“Oh, I am so sorry Inayah.” Aiza lifted her head and grabbed a tissue to wipe her eyes.

“No, don’t be sorry. I understand how you must be feeling right now. Don’t hold it in. Let it out. I am here for you.” I reached out my hand and grabbed hers. We sat there silently for a few seconds. 

“Thankyou. It’s just that… I still remember that moment the snipers started shooting at my family and me. All I could hear was the sound of bullets and painful screams of my older brother and my parents."

I bit my lip. My eyes were filled with tears. My heart was racing as she began to recall her story.

Aiza wiped another tear. 

"But you know what…. God saved me. As soon as I saw them, I went and hid in our picnic basket I was only young at the time, but small enough to fit in that big basket my mum would take with her.” Aiza let out a slight chuckle.

“O, Ummi  loved that basket you know.” Aiza turned to me and looked into my eyes. She wiped the tears from her eyes again, which were now red and sore from crying so much.

“It was a long, cold night. Spending a night in a park, on my own, with my families bodies right next to me. It was only when a nice passerby came and saved me and took me into his care that I felt an ounce of hope enter my heart…”

I stood up and went to sit next to Aiza.. What I was hearing was unbelievable. I was so shocked that I was speechless. I was trying my best to stay strong for Aiza, trying hard to fight back those tears. She was an orphan and a scarred refugee.

“Long story cut short… Alhamdulilah, my relatives here in the UK, Hafsah, and her sister fostered me. They treat me, as I am their own. Yet, no matter how much they did and still do for me, nothing can repay what my family did for me, and absolutely nothing can beat my childhood memories in my beautiful hometown, Gaza. I miss it so much, Inayah.” She turned to me and dropped her head on to my shoulder.

I drewAiza close to me and reached out to give a hug. She hugged me tighter and I could sense she just needed someone to talk to, a shoulder to cry on.

A tear slid down my cheek as I imagined Aiza’s story. I was so touched. My heart felt so soft as though it was going to melt. I was truly humbled. The pain Aiza had gone through seemed so severe that it had struck a cord in my heart.

“I am so sorry to hear all of this, Aiza. You story has moved me so deeply I said.” My voice was quivering.

Aiza turned to face me. A smile formed on her face.

“Alhamdulilah. Everything happens for a reason, right. If it wasn’t for what happened, I wouldn’t have met such awesome people, nor would I be volunteering for this organisation right now, nor would I have set-up my own charity to help the people of Gaza.”

I was shocked by this young girls wisdom and contentment.

“Wow… you have your own charity?”

“Yes. I made a firm promise that when I grew up I would dedicate my efforts into starting my own charity to help my people.”

“May Allah bless your efforts and may He bring ease to the people of Gaza.”

“Ameen.” Aiza replied.

“Yusuf was such a great brother you know.”

I could see that Aiza felt so much better talking about her family. It somehow consoled her heart and so I was ready to hear all she wanted to say.

“We used to play together all the time. Fly kites in the neighborhood, race each other and have water fights in the gully of our home!”

“That sounds so fun!” I said, smiling a huge smile.

“It was… and ummi and baba were the best. They were the best parents I ever had even though I only knew them for 7 years.”

I smiled.

“Don’t worry. You’re going to spend eternity with your parents in Paradise, InshaAllah. Just imagine, you, Yusuf, your parents, walking hand in hand into Paradise, eating from its beautiful fruits, drinking from its rivers of milk and honey and then together getting to see your Lord.”

“That’s a moment I make Du’aa for every minute of every day.” Aiza exclaimed.

“May Allah make it a reality, ameen.”

Aiza’s face was now lit up with joy. All the pain she was feeling moments ago was wiped away by one discussion on Paradise and its unimaginable beauties.

“JazakAllah Khair, Inayah.”

“No, Jazakallah Khair to you for sharing your story with me. For trusting me. Wallah, you have inspired me so much and I will keep you and your family - who are now flying in the hearts of green birds, in my precious Du’aas.”

“Aww, your amazing. Thankyou so much. Please do keep us in your Du’aas.”

“You’re the amazing one!” I retaliated.

Moments later, myself and Aiza decided to go for a walk outside to feel the breeze of the fresh air.


As we sat on the green grass, my mind was still on what Aiza had just told me.

It goes to show, sometimes you may meet a person whose smile radiates the room, yet through those beautiful eyes and huge smile, may be a dark painful story, one which hurt to tell but leaves millions inspired when told.