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Laylathul Qadr – A poem
Ramadan 28, 1437. July 3, 2016 Laylathul Qadr As the angels come in groups of seventy thousand each, with whispers of ‘Peace’ to the believers standing in remembrance of their Lord… Peace shall fill this transient earthly abode until the break of dawn… On a night better than a thousand months… On a night, 1400 years ago, The Book, to lead mankind from darkness to light was revealed… On a night, the Mercy to Mankind (PBUH), was granted the honor of the seal of prophet hood… On a night, when people who submit , ask forgiveness from The One they submit to.
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Role of parents in inculcating Deen in children
17th Ramadan 1437. 22 June, 2016 Role of a parent. It was October of 2006. My first Ramadan away home. Just two months since I joined college. I was the only one in my class who was fasting. Most of my friends didn’t know what Ramadan was. Completely different from 18 Ramadans before. No one to wake me up for Suhoor. No ifthar. No taraweeh at the masjid. For the entire month I ate bread and jam for Suhoor and bread and jam and Maggi for Ifthar. Normal dinner – Chappathi with some daal curry- for night-time. Yet, I survived it. Never did I think of missing any fast unnecessarily…
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Ramadan of my childhood
Ramadan 16, 1437. June 21,2016 Ramadan of the past. Growing up in Doha, Ramadan has always been a ‘festival’. The entire place has a transformation. There is really an aura of peace and tranquillity. In our household of six, Ramadan is always the favourite month of the year. There is an extra vigour for prayer and Qur’an recitation. Suhoor is as in every household – a funny drama. 4 almost sleeping kids trying to munch food at the wee hours while dad helping us recite the “Niyyah” and trying to entertain us with his childhood stories of Ramadan. Mom always encouraged us to finish reciting the Holy Qur’an at…
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Ramadan memories – 2
2 Ramadan 1437, June 7th 2016 (Insha’Allah planning to do a small write – up for everyday of Ramadan. More as a memoir for my little one) My baby is trying to stand by holding onto the furniture or stool or anything she gets for her height. Today she tried to stand using the filled Al Wataniya water can. Unfortunately, her hands slipped and she fell down. Tears. Lots if tears. Cuddling, nursing and more cuddling again, she was back to her healthy happy self. Alhamdulilah 10 minutes later, she was back on the floor, happily crawling and trying to stand again. SubhanaAllah As an infant, failure never demotivate us.…
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Ramadan memories
1st day of Ramadan 1437 – June 6th, 2016 In every Malabar household, Pathiri is the staple diet for Ramadan. Not making pathiri for Ramadan is like having an incomplete ifthar! Pathiri making is a laborious, technique sensitive process. The first part is making the dough. Boil hot water and slowly add in the rice powder to the boiling water and make sure all the powder is wet. First mix with the wooden spatula. Flame off after 10 seconds. While the dough is warm still, knead it with hand well in one single roll. Make small rolls with dough and then flatten each roll with a rolling pin or a…
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Letters to my girl
Hello little girl. You turn 10 months today. A milestone for you. A bigger one for me. Just last week we visited Bangalore, the same place where I spent 5 years of my life doing my graduation. I never thought I would visit the place again when I left it in 2012 , that too with you and your dad. How fast life changes?! You were a perfect sweetheart throughout the 3 days whirlwind journey. No tantrums. No crankiness. I am blessed to have you my girl. Rather, it’s my honour to be your mother. Everyone said me motherhood is tough and demanding. But then, you make it easy for…
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Curtains down, 2014.
2014. I have so much to write and express about this year yet words fail me when I am deeply emotional. “There are years that ask questions and years that answer” – Zora Neale Hurston. Definitely this has been a year of answers. Alhamdulilah. I wrote this on Jan 1, 2014. It’s wonderful to look back at your old posts and realize you have everything you wanted back then. 2 out of these Three wishes have been granted. Alhamdulilah. Yet, Scotland Dreams did not materialize. But then, that is how life is. We achieve some dreams, we fail in some of our goals and sometimes we lost track of some…
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The sound of “M”
Out of the blue, my affairs are being set alright. The professional life I so dearly wanted. The personal life I have yearned for, for so long. Everything is just turning out as the way I want it. Alhamdulilah I know, there is someone praying for me, early morning or late night. Near me or across the oceans, I know her duas are there for me. Maybe, all my achievements are due to her sincere plea to God. I wouldn’t be here if not for her. Mother. A dua from a person under whose feet lies Jannah is never unheard by the Lord. Alhamdulilah for mother’s duas. Alhamdulilah for mothers.…
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His words
Prompt : Write about the three most important songs in your life — what do they mean to you? Edited Prompt : Songs —> Surah ( Chapters of the Holy Qur’an) I cannot classify three of the 114 chapters as important since all are equally important and beneficial, but I ‘ll try to list three chapters which helped me during difficult phases of my life. Surah Maryam. The chapter starts with a father’s (Prophet Zakariyyah) intense desire for a child and his sincere duas though he has attained old age. Lessons I learnt : Make dua intensely even if it seems impossible to you. Impossible is merely concepts of the mind.…
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The season of March
It was March. The season of in between.The spring of the Arabian desert. I was in front of the Kaabah. Standing besides me were my parents. Exactly above was the Baitul Maa’moor in the heavens…where 70, 000 angels visit everday. Bliss ! Tears streaming down from my face, I raised my hands in prayer to my Lord, the Most High. My heart silently whispered to the heavens it’s deepest fears and troubles. It’s innermost secrets and stories. It’s dreams and hopes. That no creation has heard. Only the Creator. There is a peace that descends upon us when we are in the presence of Divine. The tranquillity that arises knowing…
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Writing 101 – Unlock the mind
The past weekend was a challenging one and it ended up with me being dissolved in a fit of tears in my man’s hands. Some time life overwhelms you so much that you cannot bear to move forward any longer… and yet you want to push ahead of all the adversities for the person in front of you. Do we cease becoming a daughter to our parents the minute we get married? Or is it just my overactive-crazy-hormone filled imaginative mind making it’s weird stories? Or are we a “child” to our parents forever? My head is constantly filled with a thousand questions, doubts and ‘what-if’ scenarios! I have a new venture…
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Healing through words.
Nearly two months since I showed my presence on the blogosphere. Life happened! Yet, I feel a piece of the puzzle missing. …there are two ways in which I find my healing and patience : Prayer and Writing. My time constraints and roller-coaster changes of past few months made me to lack in both, sadly. I found myself constantly anxious and frustrated. I realized I have kept myself away from the same things that gives me serenity and peace : God. Words. Here I am trying to get back on to my rails when I found the NaBloPoMo theme for the month of September : Healing. Voila ! I just…
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Zero to Hero !
This post is part of the A to Z Challenge. My theme for the month is A to Z of words in English with an Arabic origin. The digit which in itself has no value yet increases the value of another digit manifold, when placed after it. Yes, I finish my A to Z Challenge with ZERO ! (I shall catch up on all the comments and blog posts in the next few weeks, iA! Thank you all for stopping by over my blog and leaving your encouraging comments)
