re-awakened muslimah

the Prophet (peace and blessings of Allaah be upon him) said: “Fasting does not just mean (abstaining) from eating and drinking, rather fasting means (abstaining) from idle and obscene talk…” Narrated by al-Haakim who said: This hadeeth is saheeh according to the conditions of Muslim. The exercise of abstaining from things otherwise lawful in the ordinary course of life, at the behest of Allah, strengthens man's morality and self-control and deepens in him the consciousness of the Lord. This is what distinguishes fasting in Islam from fasting in other religions. The exercise of abstaining from things otherwise lawful in the ordinary course of life, at the behest of Allah, strengthens man's morality and self-control and deepens in him the consciousness of the Lord. This is what distinguishes fasting in Islam from fasting in other religions.

I got up to the news of a plane crash that happened in the margalla hills, Islamabad.... A sad beginning to an already sombre rainy day... The rain that had touched me yesterday, now seemed to be pouring in compliment to our sad feelings... Watching the rescue work being carried out in the rocky terrain is so depressing.... Further news suggests that the crash coupled with heavy rainfall can cause land slide which could effect the rescue operation as well as the rescuers! Ya Allah! Yet my belief in Fate is strengthened... 12 people who had confirmed their seats did not board the plane at all.... subhanAllah, surely Allah swt knows what is best for us and what may happen next! May we all meet a smooth, painfree end. May Allah swt raise is with eimaan and in the state of paaki, Ameen...

Rain was pouring since morning today… since after fajr to be precise… It was refreshing to feel the cool winds blowing after fajr salaah… The sounds of rain and the sounds of dawn … It was a gorgeous morning, subhanAllah! I stayed up long after my namaz simply to cherish a morning that brought with itself cool winds that wafted through our sitting area filling it with a mossy rainy fragrance… subhanAllah! The day went on with heavy and light spells of rain. The trees were greener than ever before… My plants raised their heads high and danced in the pitter patter of rain… The sky showed different shades of grey at intervals. Sometimes they cleared up a little to show another less grey layer of clouds… Tap water was also delightfully cold all day today thanks to the drop in temperatures outside... Everyone seemed joyous and cheerful, alhumdulillah... I was fasting and did not feel the slightest of hunger and thirst, alhumdulillah! My Little Friend decided on an all-chinese menu for iftaa

I was eighteen when my father was appointed by the frontier works constabulary to supervise three of their projects that were in the North West frontier province. To me it seemed that abba had flown into an abyss of tribes, turbans and chadors. An unknown, rocky land with an eccentric language. A place that refused to share anything with the country; a place that had its own set of impenetrable secrets; a place where lifestyle and dress-code were dictated. After a few months of settling down, abba asked me to visit him. It would be a good time as his friend of youth had his daughter’s wedding celebrations underway. Abba’s friend-ship with taj uncle went a long way back. Their youth was now a joke they often laughed over. Taj uncle was a friend, a well-wisher and a brother! My siblings and I were very fond of him and his family. We enjoyed his company, adored his Pathan accent and admired his good looks. His broad structure seemed capable of shouldering the responsibility he held--- sol