There are people in your life that a play a great role in it, it’s like they are the main ingredient in a food in which it makes the food one of a kind.. Without them the food has no taste at all and without them the food is no longer special.. This is how I picture my life without my father.. I picture that my life would no longer be special the way it used to be when he was there..
What made me talk about this and realize how much I am attached to my father is that a slight change in my bedroom made me be aware of this thing. I have removed my old tiny fridge and replaced it with a bigger one and once it was all set up I realized that the change was too much to handle and I’m just talking only about a fridge.. After the change in my bedroom I started thinking about the time when my dad and I will be separated.. Maybe because of death of maybe because of my marriage.. Allah knows from what..
I felt a slight grip in my heart and felt that I could no longer think straight..

I really fear losing my dad, because I love him so dearly although it is not obvious that I love him so much maybe it’s because I’m too shy to show him how I feel towards him..

How can I not love the man who gave me everything I ever wanted and always made me feel special?

It’s really funny how a simple change can make you think of many other serious issue’s.. probably this change in my room would make me appreciate my dad more..

May Allah forgive all Muslim Fathers and Mothers..

Ameen

My friend and I were having a flashback of the days we spent in school, subhanAllah.. It’s unbelievable how time passes by so quickly.. it’s been more than 3 years since i finished high school.. been three years since my friends and i sat beside each other.. subhanAllah..
been a long time.. I can’t forget the times where we used to share our laughters, joy and sadnesses together.. seriously, we were like one family..
I remember how we always used to read Quran on the carpet in the classroom, encouraging each other to finish the whole Quran during ramadan..
now, after the years my friends and I spent together, we finally got separated..
Each and every person followed her own path, her own dreams and her own ambitions..
we barely see each other due to our busy life.. 

As i remembered the wonderful days we spent in school, a tingly feeling struck my heart.. the feeling of sadness.. and the feeling of a child who doesnt want to let go of his mommy on his first day of school..
the memory of the old days made me think about the day when I will really let go of my friends and take a very different path.. a unique path.. a path where i will never see my friends, family or foe’s ever again..

if now, in the dunya we all went in different paths, what about the day when we all die?
we will certainly never see each other again.. not even in a million years in the dunya..

remembering such things brings, at times, sadness to me.. because i think.. time is passing by quickly so what have i prepared for my hereafter?

I really miss the school days.. I miss the fun.. subhanAllah..
time’s ticking hastily while we are doing nothing to benefit ourselves in our graves..

 May Allah forgive all muslims..
ameen

You meet people each day, some who look decent and some that wear half naked clothes, you start wondering shall I judge them on how they wear or shall I judge them on who they really are. Unfortunately many people, including myself, at times would judge people quickly without even knowing them personally; maybe it’s because of the way we were raised. We have been raised in a way that people in category A are bad, whereas people in category B are ok. To be honest categorizing people in such way; according to dress, nationality, gender isn’t always right. We shouldn’t always judge people because at times it may lead to discrimination and we don’t want that to happen. 

I have met many people that look very sweet, innocent and kind but when you get to know them better you would realized that you were deceived. 

We should always take this quote in consideration “don’t judge a book by its cover” and we should always remember that “looks can be deceiving”.
We should always try to know what lies beneath the looks of a person, because personalities aren’t always seen because it’s intangible. 

Just because a person isn’t from the same country as you are, doesn’t make them worse and doesn’t make you any better. 

We should try to work hard on fixing this flaw in order to spread peace, if we as Muslims aren’t able to think before judging then how shall we gain victory? 

She stood there, gazing at the sea silently, gazing beyond what could be seen. The cool breeze passed through her soft hair making it move like a child riding back and forth on a swing. She turned away facing the crowd filling the seashore. What a beautiful view. Children roaming around, playing with their parents, building sand castles while the birds sing along together. All this brought back some memory to her, when she spent her time at the beach with her parents to have a picnic. There’s nothing like a family get to together. She could visualize her self when she used to run around playing with her father, remembering their laughter’s when her father would catch her and remembering the smell of her mom’s sandwiches that she had prepared for the whole family.
She came to her senses because of the pain in her heart, she felt as if someone was trying to grip her heart and pull it out of her chest. She started to tremble and fell onto her knees. The cool breeze touched her skin trying to wipe away her tears, trying to tell her that everything will be ok. How could she ever forget, how could she ever forgot the most abysmal moment in her life, the moment that shall haunt her to her grave.
She stood up and walked away, regretting the time she came to the beach.

How I miss my family….

It has been almost a year since her whole family got murdered by those who hate us, murdered right in front of her naked eyes. How would she ever forget the whole scene? The scene of her family lying dead on the sea shore while she yelled helplessly, calling out for them yet she received no response because they were all dead.
Hoda was only 12 years old when she saw her parents get murdered. She was spending a lovely day on the beach with her whole family when it all happened. Tell me how will she ever get over it? I doubt that she ever will, for she will always be haunted by fear.

  Dear father,
It took me years to realize that fact. Yes, many years have been wasted on nothing. I was so lucky yet I didn’t realize that except after wasting my precious years.

Dear Father, as each day passes by I realize how much I love you, not any love father but the love that makes me never want to leave you. All my years, when I was away from Allah, I respected you only because you were my father. But now, yes now, after becoming a better Muslimah I knew how much you mean to me.

Father, I remember how you always tried to put a smile on our faces when we were little, giving us what we wanted, buying us the most expensive gifts just in order to make us feel that we are special and that we should never depend on anyone.

 Father, you always cared about me and argued with me when I used to hang out, and now I don’t blame you. Because after knowing how much I love you, I understood you were so worried that something or someone may harm us, you tried to keep us safe.

Dear father, knowing that you have many chronic diseases breaks my heart. Yes, I know that this is Allah’s will and I’m not against it. But it hurts me when I think that you are going through a lot yet you are trying to stand still just to raise us, your children. Still, no matter what we do father, we can never repay you. Raising 5 girls wasn’t an easy task to do. Even though we have grown older now but you still feel that you are responsible about us. Not like many fathers that neglect their daughters as they grow older.

Dear father, when I look at a smile always comes to my face,. Do you know why?
Because I’m so proud of being your daughter, not only that father but because I look like you a lot even though we have different personalities but still, looking like you is just an honor.

Dear father, I wish I realized my love for you long time ago, so that I would’ve been a better daughter but all what I can say now is alhamdulillah that I realized my love for you before it was too late.

Father, I love you. If only feelings could be seen, then you would’ve understood how much I love you.
I hope that I would never let you down.

I love you father..
With love,
Candle-of-hope

I always realize how precious my health is when I get sick. I get to know how valuable it is. Losing one’s health is the worst thing to be honest, because health is a great gift from Allah. I have been getting sick regularly now and unfortunately it is tiring me a lot. I try to be thankful because even though I am going through a lot, but I know that what I am going through is nothing comparing to those who are severely ill such as those who suffer from cancer and AIDS. Alhamdulillah, all thanks to you Allah. 

I can never compare my illness to theirs because they have lost something very precious, something most people neglect and give no importance to. Who you may ask? I shall clarify my point.
Those who take drugs and smoke are those who are ungrateful to Allah’s gift to us, to them health isn’t a necessity but unfortunately those who are ill envy them a lot. Why? 

A person who takes drugs knows the consequences, yet he still smokes, thinking that health is very cheap. Unfortunately those who suffer from AIDS, Cancer and other diseases haven’t chosen to get such diseases but because it was Allah’s will they have those diseases. A person who suffers from a severe sickness wishes if he could regain his health while those who have their health are messing around with it. 

Allah has shown us all two paths, the right path and the wrong, yet people insist on following the wrong path and sell their health for worthless things, things that would satisfy their wants for a couple of hours but would make them suffer in the long run. They sell their health for Satan’s sake, yet once they lose it they totally regret, I ask them “what’s the use of regretting when you had the chance to stop?” 

We should all make dua’a during our prayers asking Allah to maintain our health and not to take it away from us, because it is such a great gift from Allah.
Those who are blind, wish if they could see the sun shine, those who can’t hear wish to hear, those who can’t walk wish to just stand up, and those who suffer from AIDS wish if they could regain their immune system once again. 

All thanks to Allah that I am in good health, yes I am sick now, very tired yet my sickness is nothing comparing to others. Alhamdulillah. Alhamdulillah.. 

May Allah maintain the health of all Muslims.. 

Ameen..