A reflection on a reflection

Assalamwa’alaikum sisters

In sha Allah you’re all in the best of health and iman and are doing fantastic.

Oh and Ramadhan Mubarak! In sha Allah you’re taking full advantage of this blessed month.

Oh and in sha Allah don’t worry as my story will continue so I haven’t forgotten or stopped.

So a rather peculiar title to this post: a reflection on a reflection. Well I’ll clarify…oh and final note, my tone is going to be slightly conversational so just a heads up there.

Now I think…a lot. I spend much of my time just thinking; about the past, future, me, my mistakes etc as I’m sure we all do. But there’s a problem with thinking too much. There’s a problem with living inside your head and forcing yourself to go over your past again and again. Now before you jump to the conclusion that I’m advocating the stopping of thinking, I’m not. However what I am trying to get across is this: learn from the past, ponder upon your mistakes to learn how to move on and be a better Muslim but do not allow the past to define you.

It’s an integral part of being Muslim: realising your mistakes and turning back to Allah SWT in sincere repentance. But you do not have to live in the past and in the shadow of your mistakes. Let it go and move on. Cliche right? But so true…

I want to share a story, short one don’t worry. One day on the way to school, it began to rain. A little at first but it soon intensified and as I walked through that rain, a thought came to me…these raindrops were purifying the ground or cleaning it. The rubbish was flowing away and left the ground bare. What does wudhu do? It is a form of purification for as you wash, your minor sins wash away too: http://abdurrahman.org/seerah/riyad/08/chap185.htm

You’re being cleansed.

You’re starting again.

And that is so powerful and amazing subhanAllah! Five times a day you are washing away those minor sins in sha Allah.

But there’s more to come…

We are in the month of Mercy, the month in which the gates of Hell are closed and the gates of Jannah are open so this is the time to repent and turn back. To purify and cleanse and then move on. To let the past go. To be free.

Wasalamwa’alaikum wa Rahmatullahi wa Barakatuhu



Syria: Through my eyes


This is my poem from the perspective of a Syrian child…………Bismillah………..

‘Ummi, ummi I cry but no one can hear me

All we wanted was to be free

The world has eyes so why doesn’t it see?

There’s nothing left for us here so we’re forced to flee

But where to? Who will open their door?

Who will pick us back up from the floor?

Papa, papa I cry but my words don’t leave

But I have faith so I still believe

That Allah SWT will help me find ummi

She is around here somewhere…. I know she will be

She was just trying to find some food, we haven’t eaten for days

But then the bomb fell and it turned everything into a haze

Ummi is alive and I know it

She wouldn’t leave me alone, i don’t believe she’s dead-not one bit

Not even when I see her lying on the floor lifeless and gone

Not even when the air escapes me and I try to hold on

Not even when I collapse and try to breathe

I try to remember that Allah SWT promised “after hardship comes ease”

I start to vomit, begging Allah SWT to bring her baack

Begging Him to give her another chance

I did the same when my little brother were killed whilst at school

But Ummi had told me to stop saying that and to not be a fool

Because once people go, there’s no return..that was the rule

So as I lay there, I wished that this rule applied to me too

‘Cus if I died, I wouldn’t want to come back to this living hell

I would be able to stay with Ummi forever but who will

Look after Papa, he’s probably looking for me

I try to find him with my eyes but they can no longer see

The darkness is descending and the light is fading away

I crawl over to Ummi and wrap myself round her lifeless arms

I allow death to wash over me, knowing Papa will join us one day’

This is the first in the series of poems about Syria that I will be posting In sha Allah…….the world has left Syria fighting on its knees and the most affected are the women and children. Millions are refugees but with no where to go……who will help them??

Please let us not forget our brothers and sisters dying each day in Syria and everywhere else: Pakistan, Afghanistan, Burma, Palestine, Iraq, Bangladesh etc

We are one ummah and we care for one another so please in sha Allah remember them in your duas

May Allah SWT grant victory to all our oppressed brothers and sisters and may He grant them all Jannat-ul-firdaus, ameen.

JazakAllah khair