…بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم Allah’s Messenger (ﷺ) said, “Do good deeds properly, sincerely and moderately and know that  your deeds will not make you enter Paradise, and that the most beloved deed to Allah is the most regular and constant even if it were little.” (Sahih al-Bukhari 6464) سَدِّدُوا وَقَارِبُوا، وَاعْلَمُوا أَنْ لَنْ يُدْخِلَ أَحَدَكُمْ عَمَلُهُ الْجَنَّةَ، وَأَنَّ أَحَبَّ الأَعْمَالِ أَدْوَمُهَا إِلَى اللَّهِ، وَإِنْ قَلَّ With Ramadan approaching, many of us may b

We often feel very sad and lost even for the smallest things: “Why is my life this bad and his good?”, “Why would this happen to me?”, “I wish it was better than that.…” In short, we rebel and are dissatisfied with our lives at certain points. Let me tell you a story to illustrate what I mean.. There was an old man who made a living out of fieldwork with his horse. Once, his  horse ran away and the old man’s neighbors said: “Oh, what a pity that the old man’s horse ran away!

“Do not despair my girl…” you once told me. “Learn to trust people, learn to love, learn to smile even when it hurts, and always keep your heart on your sleeve…” Your words echo in my head even after 5 years of separation every single time I replay my life’s videotape. You were a wise woman, you were my inspiration, my tame light of hope when I was hurt yet curious to know if there is a chance of recovery out there. “…Keep your heart on your sleeve…”, you told me. And I did s

Loss of judgment, was it the departure of my thoughts? The reckless train keeps moving on With a passenger stranded No ticket, no luggage, Sitting on the bench is a hollow cauldron The ride to the station The steps to the platform All was staged by someone else. The passenger had arrived at the stop assigned; It was not her stop. She looked for the exit door; It doesn’t exist – read the sign. There is no train back; The train forward left. Was she left behind? Commuters buzze

I saw a mystic today, She reminded me of you. The curls of her hair, Reminded me of the waves over your chest Curtains over your bare breasts, they fall. Her hollow cheeks, Like the craters of your smile, Hint starvation. The empty bowl in her hand urged me to fill it, Like your arms seek my embrace, I cannot satisfy the hunger of either. The grains I carried, Spilled on the ground as she fell in front of me, Someone threw a stone at her. The sight of her naked skin, Was too

I waited as you told me to. I waited by the windowpane and kept a firm eye on today: today’s skies, the present moment’s beauties, never the moments that  have left me or the ones yet still to reach me. But it has almost been a year since you stood at the tip of the tent outside my home, separated by the glass of my enclosure, and watched the day break anew alongside me. I kept your lessons close to my heart, and I never did forget you. I waited as you told me to. I waited fo

Gone are the days when video games were seen as the province of the few! Whether it’s housewives mixing and matching in Candy Crush or kindergarteners putting an end to zombie infestations in Plants vs. Zombies, video games are an integral part of the lives of many people in the modern day. An important aspect of a video game is its soundtrack and now, video games amazingly boast whole songs. Whether it’s a soulful rendition of “Country Roads”, a Rihanna original or your favo