I was not such a bad deviant… sure, there were major sins and minor slips that I committed, which were induced first by my own whimsical desires, and then by my family and my community. No one ever
I erupted in tears and said, "O Allah, You make me suffer because I don't pray, please, heal me and I won't leave a Rak`ah anymore." My pains increased more and more. I cried in a higher tone, "Stop
I was coming back from a long journey and Allah decreed that my seat in the airplane should be beside a group of carefree young men whose loud laughter and voices were excessive, and the air was fille
Ibn Jarir At-Tabari narrates:I was in Makkah during the season of Hajj and I saw a man from Khurasan calling out to the people, “Pilgrims, people of Makkah—from those who are present and those far
Since my childhood, I have been afraid of small, confined spaces and furiously fled such places. Later, I understood that this condition was known as claustrophobia, but I have never been able to mast
A burglar scaled the wall of Malik ibn Dinar's house one night and easily managed to get inside. Once inside the house, the thief was disappointed to see that there was nothing inside actually worth s
I wrote down some of these thoughts after attending the funerals of two moms on separate occasions in Beirut, Lebanon, few weeks ago.
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