Posts

When you say Astaghfirullah. What really happens within you💖

Image
You know how sometimes life feels heavy like there’s a quiet weight on your chest you can’t name. Maybe it’s regret, guilt, worry, or just that feeling of being distant from peace. Now imagine something so simple, just a few words, whispered sincerely that can slowly lift that weight. That’s what Astaghfar does:  What Astaghfar/Astaghfirullah really means: I seek forgiveness from Allah. When you say “Astaghfirullah”, you’re saying, “O Allah, I stumble and I forget, but I always find my way back to You. Forgive me and draw me near again.” It’s not just words it’s like returning home after being lost for a while. You’re opening your heart to the One who already knows everything about you, yet still welcomes you with mercy. Why saying It daily changes your life: If you make Astaghfar part of your routine, it starts transforming things slowly, quietly, but surely. Spiritually: It cleans your heart. Every time you say it, imagine washing off a layer of dust that’s settled on your ...

Does a rose stop being a rose when it is no longer admired?

Image
Does a rose stop being a rose when it is no longer admired? No, it remains a red rose. Does a rose stop being a rose when someone says they prefer lilies? No, it remains a rose. Does a rose stop being a rose when someone calls it by another name? No, it remains a rose. Likewise, your worth isn't based on the objective truth of who you are. That is, your worth is determined by how Allah sees you, not by anyone else.

Mawlid un Nabiﷺ Mubarak

Image
On this blessed Mawlid, we celebrate the birth of the Mercy to the worlds ﷺ. May his light always guide our hearts and lives. Aameen Summa Aameen✨️ Countless salawat on himﷺ. Through him we got Ar-Rahman, Qur'an, and faith.

The story of Khawlah bint Thalabah (RA)...

Image
The Story of Khawlah bint Thalabah (RA): The Woman Allah Heard from the Heavens Khawlah bint Thalabah (RA) wasn’t a warrior on the battlefield nor a leader of armies, but her voice changed the course of divine law, and her plea was heard not just by the Prophet ﷺ, but by Allah Himself. ●Who Was Khawlah bint Thalabah? Khawlah bint Thalabah (RA) was a noble woman of the Ansar, married to Aws ibn al-Samit, the brother of the famous companion Ubadah ibn al-Samit. She was known for her intelligence, strength of character, and deep faith in Allah. Despite living in a society that gave little voice to women, Khawlah (RA) would not remain silent when faced with injustice—and because of her courage, Allah revealed verses in her defence that are recited to this day. ○The Incident of Zihār One day, in the heat of an argument, Khawlah's husband Aws ibn al-Samit angrily said to her: > "You are to me like the back of my mother." In Arab culture at that time, this statement was known...

Women should not be sad.

Image
Imagine moonlight whispering secrets to a flower bowed by dew. That's the tenderness in Allah's words to women in the Quran:  " Do not be sad ."  These aren't just words; they are luminous embraces meant to soothe the soul. See how gently He speaks:  "So that her eyes may find coolness and she would not grieve." (Al-Qasas)  It's like a soft hand wiping away tears.  Again,  " That their eyes may find comfort and they may not grieve." (Al-Ahzab)  A promise of solace. Even in moments of great trial,  "Do not grieve," (Maryam) a whisper of hope.  And again, a double blessing: "Do not fear and do not grieve." (Al-Qasas) Why this repeated tenderness? Because Allah, in His infinite wisdom, understands that a woman's sorrow resonates deeply. It's not a fleeting shadow, but a storm that can shake her very core, dimming her light, weakening her strength, and stealing her peace. He sees the delicate architecture of her hear...

The echoes of those lies...

Image
The stories that I told myself to ease the lonely ache now haunt my waking moments, the promises they break. •The phantom comfort, woven in the night, Now claws at dawn, and steals away the light. •I built a fortress, from illusions spun, But shadows creep, and battles are begun. •Each whispered 'maybe,' each imagined grace, Returns a specter, in this empty space. •The echoes of those lies, a constant, chilling sound, Where solace once resided, now only wounds are found.   •The painted smiles, the words I longed to hear, Now twist and mock me, fueled by rising fear. •My heart, a stage where fantasies once played, Now holds a theater, where truths are re-betrayed. •The warmth I sought, within my crafted dream,  Has turned to frost, a cold and bitter gleam.