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Recently I read that it is good to have a mission statement as a mom/wife/write./believer etc. I agree with this because in part because I’m trying to get myself organized and this is the year I’m going to do it bi’idhnillah. And in part because I see the managing of my self, my family (husband/children), my work/home, etc to be a type of job (paid in full by Allah swt at the end of my contract inshaAllah). And any job of any company requires a mission statement.

So I went about creating a mission statement. It was actually a bit hard but I think I have something workable. My mission statement should remind me why I’m here and why I have the responsibilities I have. It should inspire me to do better and re-focus me when I loose sight of what is important to me in this life. It should serve as a guide to what is next to be pursued, and a source of inspiration for what more I could accomplish.

And so here it is:

‘To worship Allah as if I see Him and even though I don’t, to always remember that He sees me and two Angles are recording all of my intentions and deeds. To be the bird whose head is Love for Allah and whose two supporting wings are Hope in Allah’s Mercy and Fear of Allah’s Wrath. Therefore, to be sincere in my intentions and deeds, patient in my struggles, and thankful for every moment for it is a blessing granted by the Merciful and Beneficent nature of Allah.

To be an oasis in the desert that is living to my husband and children by being patient in times of hardship, by putting their needs above others, helping, supporting, and loving them with all that Allah has blessed me with. To my husband, I wish to be the wife of his dreams, who pleases him whenever, and to whom he has full trust, reliance, and finds fulfillment of himself as a man and a father. To my children, I wish to be the mother that they would not change even if they could, to be their teacher, advisor, friend, and nurturer. To show them the right path, instill in them confidence, and teach them to think, to reason, and to view the world from perspective of a righteous believer.

To let my home speak of the thankfulness I hold in my heart for the generosity of Allah in our lives by keeping it clean and smelling great, filled with a welcoming atmosphere to family and guests alike, and a place that serves health and nutrition along with wisdom, love, calmness, and laughter.’

I do feel like this mission statement does not contain everything that I would like, however, I’m in a place of transition this year inshaAllah and as such, I feel what I have down is sufficient for my what I anticipate my needs to be for the rest of the year.



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In My Grave


I was thinking about it the other day… my grave…. a shiver up my spine…

In My Grave

Its cold and dark and somewhat wet

Moist I think is what that means

Small and constricting

It smells like bugs

I imagine the funza

Crawling all over me

Their glistening white bodies

Disgusting to behold in the daylight

Then there are also the worms

Pinkish brown, burrowing burrowing

I cannot breath, there is no breathing

I’m dead after all

What I used to do without effort

Now I appreciate and wonder at its absence

My heart has stopped beating

Hard and cold in my chest

Subhanallah everything is hard and cold

In my living there used to be the sunlight and warmth

And even on a gray day there was light and heat

And at night there was electricity

A bounty I never thanked Allah for

Water and air, clean space, motion, and companionship

All gone, taken away by their Owner

I’m left alone to contemplate, for an endless minute

What I lived for and what I died upon

Who did I really worship

The world

My comforts

The adulation of people!

Delusions all

But this is real

This earth, I can feel it

It is no longer beneath my feet to be ignored

But surrounding me to be felt, analyzed, feared

It is looming larger than life

Literarily that is

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A thing of depth and majesty

A creation of Allah

Having much benefit

Beautiful and calming

A place of rest

Being different than regular life

A precious containing preciousness

Its outer is attractive

Drawing a believer in

Don’t you just love watching a sister in prayer

The one who stands with Khushuu

Aren’t you inspired when you see

See the masses bowing and prostrating

When Allahu Akbar is called

Don’t you just want to join in

To see and to feel what you imagine what they are feeling

In the ocean there are jewels to be harvested

By those with intention and focus

Who live and who dwell by its shores

Who willingly and repeatedly dive into its depth

Who learn its rhythms

Who understand its exacting standards

So too within the salaat

There can be found much benefit

For the person of understanding and sincere intention

One who knows the worth of being certain

Certain in and of Allah’s promise.

Into her salat she will dive

Head long, feeling a rush

Into the rukuu she will settle

Completely immersed in the wonder

And into her sajda she will linger

Exploring with confidence

Finding precious pearls and beautiful gems

Beholding wondrous sights

Those that bring about sincere tears of appreciation

Also like the ocean

Once you leave it for a time

You become dry from the sun

And the memory and clarity starts to fade

What you have earned from trading

Those gems you had obtained from the dive,

It gets used up in daily living

So to stay away from the ocean

Is to destitute the persistent diver

So it is to stay away from salat

It is to destitute the believer

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Two Choices


SubhanAllah (Glorified is Allah)

“What would you do? You make the choice! Don’t look for a punch line; There isn’t one! Read it anyway. My question to all of you is: Would you
have made the same choice?

At a fundraising dinner for a school that serves learning disabled children,the father of one of the students delivered a speech that would never be forgotten by all who attended. After extolling the school and its dedicated staff, he offered a question:

“When not interfered with by outside influences, everything nature does is done with perfection. Yet my son, Shay, cannot learn things as
other children do. He cannot understand things as other children do. Where is the natural order of things in my son?”

The audience was stilled by the query.

The father continued. “I believe,that when a child like Shay, physically and mentally handicapped comes into the world, an opportunity to realize true human nature presents itself, and itcomes, in the way other people treat that child.”Then he told the following story:

Shay and his father had walked past a park where some boys Shay knew were playing baseball. Shay asked,”Do you think they’ll let me play?”
Shay’s father knew that most of the boys would not want someone like Shay on their team, but the father also understood that if his son
were allowed to play, it would give him a much-needed sense of belonging and some confidence to be accepted by others in spite of his

Shay’s father approached one of the boys on the field and asked if Shay could play, not expecting much. The boy looked around for
guidance and said, “We’re losing by six runs and the game is in the eighth inning. I guess he can be on our team and we’ll try to put him
in to bat in the ninth inning.”

Shay struggled over to the team’s bench put on a team shirt with a broad smile and his Father had a small tear in his eye and warmth in
his heart. The boys saw the father’s joy at his son being accepted. In the bottom of the eighth inning, Shay’s team scored a few runs but was
still behind by three. In the top of the ninth inning, Shay put on a glove and played in the right field. Even though no hits came his way,
he was obviously ecstatic just to be in the game and on the field, grinning from ear to ear as his father waved to him from the stands.
In the bottom of the ninth inning, Shay’s team scored again. Now, with two outs and the bases loaded, the potential winning run was on base
and Shay was scheduled to be next at bat.

At this juncture, do they let Shay bat and give away their chance to win the game? Surprisingly, Shay was given the bat. Everyone knew that
a hit was all but impossible ’cause Shay didn’t even know how to hold the bat properly, much less connect with the ball.

However, as Shay stepped up to the plate, the pitcher, recognizing the other team putting winning aside for this moment in Shay’s life, moved
in a few steps to lob the ball in softly so Shay could at least be able to make contact. The first pitch came and Shay swung clumsily and
missed. The pitcher again took a few steps forward to toss the ball softly towards Shay. As the pitch came in, Shay swung at the ball and
hit a slow ground ball right back to the pitcher.

The game would now be over, but the pitcher picked up the soft grounder and could have easily thrown the ball to the first baseman. Shay would have been out and that would have been the end of the game.

Instead, the pitcher threw the ball right over the head of the first baseman, out of reach of all team mates. Everyone from the stands and
both teams started yelling, “Shay, run to first! Run to first!” Never in his life had Shay ever ran that far but made it to first base. He
scampered down the baseline, wide-eyed and startled.

Everyone yelled, “Run to second, run to second!” Catching his breath, Shay awkwardly ran towards second, gleaming and struggling to make it to second base. By the time Shay rounded towards second base, the right fielder had the ball, the smallest guy on their team, who had a chance to be the hero for his team for the first time. He could have thrown the ball to the second-baseman for the tag, but he understood the pitcher’s intentions and he too intentionally threw the ball high and far over the third-baseman’s head.

Shay ran toward third base deliriously as the runners ahead of him circled the bases toward home. All were screaming, “Shay, Shay, Shay,
all the Way Shay” Shay reached third base, the opposing shortstop ran to help him and turned him in the direction of third base, and
shouted, “Run to third! Shay, run to third” As Shay rounded third, the boys from both teams and those watching were on their feet were
screaming, “Shay, run home! Shay ran to home, stepped on the plate, and was cheered as the hero who hit the “grand slam” and won the game for his team.

That day, said the father softly with tears now rolling down his face, the boys from both teams helped bring a piece of true love and
humanity into this world.

Shay didn’t make it to another summer and died that winter, having never forgotten being the hero and making his Father so happy and
coming home and seeing his Mother tearfully embrace her little hero of the day! ”

I first saw this story in February of 2006. Six years later, it’s still teaching me and still reducing me to tears. Everything Allah does has a purpose. We don’t have to understand everything, we have to trust completely that the Creator of the Universe and everything in it, would not do a purposeless thing, nor would He hurt His creation, except if and only if, it benefits them.

It is said that Allah hates to command that the Angel of Death take the souls of the believers because He knows that it hurts at the time of separation of the soul and the body, and the servant is scared. So He sends His gentlest Angels to receive that soul with the sweetest and most soothing words, thereby making the believing soul yield its soul easily, letting it come out the way water flows from a spout.

o’ Allah, purify us and take us to You while you are most Pleased with us.

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Found this today, read it and decided that I should strive to intentionally make my reading worth at least some of these ‘meanings’ inshallah. I love to read the Quran, and once I get started, I love to continue mashallah. My Arabic is descent enough to get by with the meaning of most verses but sometimes, the reading is just by rote (astaghfirullah) so I’m definitely inspired by these meanings.

The Missing Link

The Qur’an and Muslims: An Indelible Link

Attitude determines the altitude.
The way Qur’anic Commands are put into action determine the altitude of
one’s belief in the Qur’an.

Belief in the Qur’an, in fact, means…

· Understanding the Qur’an
· Recognising its Author
· Knowing oneself & one’s Creator
· Proclaiming the oneness of Allah
· Submitting to Allah’s will
· Pondering over the creation
· Developing Allah-consciousness
· Differentiating between
Truth & falsehood
Lawful & prohibited
Right & wrong
Good & bad
· Excelling in Good Deeds
· Fulfilling the Rights of Allah
· Honouring human rights
· Competing in Righteousness
· Enjoining what is right
· Forbidding what is wrong
· Pooling Human & Material resources
· Crushing the evil forces
· Exploring the universe
· Facilitating peace & justice
· Building relationships
· Proclaiming the finality of Prophet Muhammad’s Prophethood
· Striving one’s utmost to make the word of Allah supreme
· Travelling in the land drawing lessons from the history of nations
· Verifying news before communicating
· Fearing the evil consequences of one’s deeds in the Hereafter
· Nurturing humane values
· Purifying the inner-self
· Evolving a just world order
· Developing caring & sharing attitude ·

· Tolerating others’ faith
· Leading mankind from darkness to light
· Taking Prophet Muhammad as one’s role model
· Conquering hearts
· Establishing Islam on earth
· Living by the Qur’an
· Dying for the cause of Allah

What an insult to the Word of Allah should someone take for granted that the Glorious Qur’an is just for reading!
Moreover, how disgusting it is when someone should read it without understanding!


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So I just listened to a lecture by a beloved scholar, Ash-shanketee (I can never spell that name correctly may Allah forgive me). It is entitled do not despair and wallahi, wallahi, thuma wallahi, every word he said is true and even in my own life, in my own time, in own person I have seen it, felt it, experienced it.

Please click and listen and be benefited inshallah. The lecture itself is Arabic but the translation, a very good one mashallah, is in English.


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