Life would throw me down on my feet, forcing me to my knees. I would often feel the pain soar through my veins. And I would cry and grieve for days, screaming so loud in
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Her head in a plunging arc, In commune with the earth, The unlawful catches not her gaze, lowered in beguiling Hayaa. Her body cloaked and shielded from flagrant eyes, She ambles down the path- Her soft walk, a hint of gentle modesty Oh! The burning struggle to discount the curious stares! Fingers pointed in
All praises belong to Allah, the Entirely Merciful, the Most Exalted in Might. The issue of financial planning has been relegated to the background in the lives of many Muslims, yet it is as important
In a dark tunnel, I run, Searching for a light, To find my way out. My body feels weary My soul, heavy Yet as I strive for a right path, Off my dungeon Ahead of
I read from an article written by Umm Zakiyyah. She wrote, ” Suffering is not the same as sacrifice, Know yourself, Know your Limits, Draw the line”. “You cannot give of a self that does