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I went to the airport not worried about anything, just eager to reach my destination. I never figured that this trip would let me start questioning myself. 

On my way to Switzerland, everything was ok in the airplane, but while we were landing due to the strong wind, the airplane was unstable and this unstableness brought fear to me. I was so scared to the extent that I was wondering what if the plane does crash? Am I ready to die? 

People may think that I exaggerated in the way I reacted to the slight unsteady movement of the plane, but believe me it is not an exaggeration but a way to question myself to see to what extent am I ready to die? 

Of course no one is ready to die, but still time comes when a person may be a bit satisfied with him/herself and the thought of death would motivate that person to do more good deeds. Unfortunately, times come when you really don’t want to die because you have many things that you would want to do. 

Alhamdulillah that we are Muslims, which means we know a little something about how to get closer to Allah. What about those ignorant people who don’t even bother to do good deeds, how are they willing to face Allah? 

It is really a scary thing to think about. 

Not only had that thought come to my mind, but the thought of leaving my loved ones behind had its way to my thoughts. Am I ready to leave them? 

I knew that I wasn’t. 

It is really difficult to lose someone special, someone who used to be a special person in your life, a person who meant a lot to you. Moments back you were with the person enjoying your time together and moments later that person is gone, gone where, gone down under. The pain you gain from this loss, is at times, intolerable, yet all what you can do is pray for Allah that your loved one would go to Paradise and that he/she wouldn’t get punished while in the grave. 

I sometimes wonder how life would be without me, if I pass away? 

Will I be remembered? Will people make dua’a for me? Or will I be forgotten like how most people are forgotten nowadays. 

Thinking of death links many things to one another, links the fact about how ready you are to die to the fact about how ready you are to leave your loved ones and to the fact about how ready you are to face Allah. 

We should try our best to improve ourselves now before it’s too late. 

May Allah have mercy on all Muslims. 

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As the child gazed at her father with tearful eyes 

She did not know that he had only minutes to live before he dies 

She sat by her father’s head telling him that everything will be okay 

That she will take care of their family when he will be away 

On a piece of cloth lied a malnourished child so helplessly 

The little child not only lacks food but also lacks energy 

Another child there suffered from an infectious disease 

Sadly lying on bed, wondering who will pay for her medical fees 

Alone on the street a three year old child kept calling her parents names 

Poor child not knowing that they have passed away from AIDS 

Many children and adults suffer from sicknesses continuously 

How do you expect them to have their treatment without having any money 

The least we can do is donate to them day by day

And pray for them to get healed during our prayer 

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To my so called Muslim brothers and sisters,
I write this letter not knowing what to say or how to start, not because I have nothing to say but because the sadness in me is overpowering my thoughts.

To my so-called Muslim brothers and sisters I ask you, are you a Muslim?
When I look at you I ask my self this question, is he or she a Muslim? Or do they simply carry the title “MUSLIM”

Looking at you walking down the corridors hand in hand, sharing your laughter’s, holding hands and talking about the newest songs brings so much pain to me. Why?
I ask you why?
Why are you allowing yourself to be manipulated by Satan, for has he done you any good? Can he guarantee you paradise? Or can he guarantee you that you will never enter Hell?
I want an answer.. Wait, I don’t want an instant answer, continue reading then answer my questions.

My brothers and sisters, don’t you realize that you are missing a lot?
don’t you know that many people have died and are now in the graves wishing if they could only come back to life to do ONE just one good deed? Don’t you know that people are now under the sand, in a dark eerie place asking Allah to give them another chance?
Do you know, my brothers and sisters, that when you will be down there all the music you heard, the make up you wore and the girls you flirted with will do you no good? No good at all.

To my brothers and sisters, all what I hear is the word “difficult”, when I tell you “stop listening to music” you say “it’s difficult” , when I say “stop lying” you say “it’s difficult”. Why? Why have this concept that when it comes to do good deeds, difficulty is the first word that pops in your mind but when it comes to sinning all the paths become easy to follow?

My so called Muslim friends, I myself am not perfect for I have and still am making many sins. Yet I try not to let Satan manipulate me as much as I can, for I shall not – inshaALlah – raise the white flag and let Satan win this battle.
My brothers and sisters, lets try harder and harder in order to achieve the Paradise. So here, let’s stand together hand in hand, supporting each other, encouraging each other to enter Paradise.
May Allah forgive all Muslims.
Ameen..

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The little boy sat on the bench in the playground all alone, surrounded by no one except his tears.. For some moment I thought that the little boy would drown from his tears because of how deeply he wept..
I went to him and all what I did was sit beside him.. giving him some time to take out the sorrow that has been locked up in his heart..
I turned toward the little boy who was at the age of 8. He was no ordinary boy but a lovely dark skinned young man.
I started talking to him trying to make him stop shedding those tears and all what I could notice that he was focusing at something the whole time. I took a glance on what he was looking at and realized that he was looking at some children playing.
The first thing that came to mind was the word “discrimination”, the word that brings so much anger to me. A word that I wish did not exist.

I took the boy from his hand and went to the children and told them.. How about you play with your little friend here, all what they children did was give me this weird look and say “we aren’t allowed to play with black children”
I know that some people would say that nowadays discrimination doesn’t exist, but all what I can say that it does. We as Muslims should look at each other as “Muslim” brothers and sisters and not focus on the race, nationality or origin. It hurts me a lot to see people’s mentality, How they say that “Arabs are only for Arabs” and so on. Our beloved Prophet – Peace Be Upon Him – has showed us that there is no difference between all Muslims. We are all the children of Adam and we are all one.
Our beloved prophet – Peace Be Upon Him – loved Bilal although he was a slave at that time, but what difference did it make to our beloved Prophet – Peace Be Upon Him – because he loved him for who he truly is.

In our society, when it comes to marriage, we’d come to realize how parents make a big deal about the origin of your future spouse, Whether they are pure Arabs, Pure Ajamee, Pure Locals and so on.
If you go back and dig in history, we would notice that there is no such thing as PURE anything, but we have what is called “Pure Muslim Families”.
Always remember that there is no difference between people, we are all Muslims no matter from which country, race or nationality we come from.

 ::the story at the beginning is from my imagination, just to make the picture clearer to you ::
 

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