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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

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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

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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? 

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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.

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  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

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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.. 

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The girl stood right in front of me, staring at me in a way that gave me the chills. She looked at me as if she had many things to tell me..
Many secrets that she wants to reveal to me.. 

I looked at her with deep sorrow and asked “what’s going on, why is this happening to me?” 

She simply glared back without any response.. 

How stupid of me, how would she reply back when she is unable to talk..
I looked at her and moments later, I starting shedding tears.. Tears of pain, regret and confusion.. Why? Just tell me why.. 

I wiped my tears away and looked back at my reflection in the mirror and said quietly “Who are you? Where’s candle of hope, whom I have know very well” 

I walked away from the mirror, wishing so deeply that my reflection could give me an answer.. 

It has been a month now since I have been like this.. 

Away from Allah, away from my Islam, away from the true meaning of being a “Muslim” 

I no longer have the will to do good deeds.. At all..
My intentions have changed 180 degree’s.. 

Who am I? 

Where is the Muslimah in me? 

I went back and looked at my reflection and asked “Will this phase ever go away?” 

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The eleven year old girl came up to me, and looked me in the eye..
How lovely her eyes were, but how much agony it carried..
 She had a lovely face, cute dimples and I was told that she had the most beautiful smile.. Yet I have never seen her smile, not even once..

I have been working in the orphanage for around 5 years now, and I have never seen the little girl smile.. NEVER.. I have always wondered why?
All what I knew about that girl was that she lived an abysmal life.
 

I always knew that her eyes carried a sad story, yet her eyes never spoke and neither did she..I held the girl into my arms and started to hug her with love and tender.. Yet I knew that no matter what I do, I would never be able to substitute the love of her parents,,
:: story from my imagination ::

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At times when i get furious at my little sister and yell at her my heart starts to ache, because watching my sister “shed a tear” is so painful..
I then feel that i’m a “MONSTER“,  SO i go to her and start hugging her and apologize , even though she was wrong..

The fact hidden behind mentioning this story is to show you the comparison between two things..  

My little sister, has a haven, a family, love, tender and care.. but still when she “sheds a tear” i cant bare looking at her without feeling such pain in my heart.. and i oblige my self to be there for her and give her love and care…

But what about those poor orphans out there in Nigeria, pakistan, Palestine, Iraq…etc
children who are poor, lost, confused, paralyzed in thoughts, scared..
children who have no haven , no mother or no father, no education..
who will be there for them when they “SHED A TEAR”

aaah… just thinking about this thing brings so much agony..i thought of ways to stop an orphan child from shedding a tear but found my self surrounded by dead ends..i tried thinking  and thinking so hard to find a single way just to bring happiness to such children..

children will still remain children, no matter in which region they are in..  So people around the world why wait to hear the “cries” of an orphan child when you can stop them from “shedding those innocent tears..”

  why dont you and you family members, friends, husband, wife and children collect money and take it to any  association and try to wipe an orphan child’s tear by giving them some money..

 I’m sure that Allah will give you something you always wished for in return..

‏قال رسول الله ‏ ‏صلى الله عليه وسلم :‏ “‏أنا وكافل اليتيم في الجنة كهاتين وأشار بأصبعيه ‏ ‏يعني السبابة والوسطى” ‏
‏قال ‏ ‏أبو عيسى ‏ ‏هذا ‏ ‏حديث حسن صحيح

Plz Lsn To This English Song: zain bhikha - orphan child (Save Target As)

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It was raining that day..
I stood by my window just staring .. I found people running hastily trying to find a shelter so that they wouldnt get wet..
i found people carrying umbrella’s preventing the rain drops from ruining their clothes,,
i found children running under the rain , jumping around from happiness..  but then… 
a flash came into my mind,,
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A flash of the children in Africa that have no shelter, no home, no haven and no umbrella..
children who sleep under the rain and tend to get pneumonia and other infectious diseases because they have no decent place to stay in.. children who barely cover themselves by pieces of torn cloth.. Children who have no one to care about them.
just visualizing the children in Africa brings so much pain into my heart, it’s so emotional to see children suffering. If we as adults can not tolerate some simple diseases, then what about the children that suffer from even more severe infectious and chronic diseases. 

Alhamdulillah..
All Thanks to Allah..  for we have food, shelter and warm clothes..
but what do they have?
simply nothing.. it hurts me to see such things.. it hurts, as a muslim, to see a child half naked, wandering around looking for something to eat.. or a child lying on bed because he is too sick to play with the other children..
it hurts me alot.. 
A question then popped into my head.
where are we from these children?
why do you sit down and do nothing when we are capable of putting a smile on their little innocent faces.. Why should we fully fill our stomach when we can feed an extremely hungry child. Why cant we donate some money in order to help the doctors medicate the extremely sick children.
The questions seem to never stop.

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You see your friend and spend great time with her..  Remembering the great moments together and bring back your happy memories of the school days..
and then you look at her and say mashaAllah.. what a great person is she..  then you start wishing that you were a bit like her..

STOP!!

Never wish to be like someone else because you don’t know how they are from the inside..

Why? Ok I will go on with my little story..

Once you leave your friends house while she waves at you good bye with a HUGE smile, things then start to change., your friend is no longer the same person..

She picks up the phone calls her other friend and starts back biting you..

What went wrong?

She revealed the real her..
All what she did when you were there was hide behind a mask.. trying to show you how a sweet person she is when deep down inside .. she is not as she seems..

I don’t understand why people do that?

What do they gain out of it other than NOTHING!

I am not generalizing but I’m just trying to let those who hide behind their masks to know that not all people fall for their game..

Hiding behind a mask shows us that the person has very weak faith in Allah..
because if that person was a true Muslim he/she wouldn’t need  a mask to hide behind..
instead would be sweet and kind from the inner and outer side ..

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I realized lately that my love for the dunya is more than my life for the hereafter..

A friend of mine called me a while ago and talked to me about things that made me realize how lame I am for loving life when I should love ALlah and our beloved prophet sALlaho Alaihe wa salam..

I don’t want the day of judgement to come when I stand infront of ALlah - the Most Merciful - with my scale very light.. because I cared more about the dunya then then hereafter..

I sometimes wonder, why do people cry when they listen to the Quran when My heart is as hard as a stone?
Or how come when I Listen to a lecture the next minute i forget what i have heard?
or why When it comes to friends and family I’m the first to love them but when it comes to ALlah and our beloved prophet I’m somehow in the middle row..
subhanALlah..

I sometimes wish I could have strong Iman..

subhanALlah,  if i go back three year ago.. I wouldn’t have thought in this way..
instead I would think.. how would I go to the cinema with my so-called friends..
I didn’t care about praying my prayers..
I didn’t care about anything but Dunya..

now , I care about dunya less.. but still..
I know that my heart is attached to the dunya more than Allah..

May ALlah forgive all muslims..

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SubhanALlah, it is such a great gift that Allah has blessed us with.
The gift of giving birth.. subhanAllah..
The beauty in it..
Even though I have never experienced it, but I know that it has a great feeling..Some woman have this gift yet they do not appreciate it, you find her children are being raised by the housemaid, or are on the streets all day or even neglected by their parents..
While a woman who hasn’t been blessed by this gift cares so deeply about the children of other woman.. subhanAllah..

When I saw my little nephews, I asked my self “will I ever be a mom”
I kept looking at the beautiful angels thinking..
SubhanAllah, what a great blessing from Allah.. Just thinking about the idea of being a mom brings so much excitement in my heart..
Even though I know it means alot of responsibility.. But believe me..
If you were good to your parents, Allah will let your children be good to you..Sometimes I wonder, would I be a good mother?

Would I give my kids enough love?
Would I raise my children properly..?
At times I would doubt that, but at times I come to realize that there is enough love in my heart that could be given to my children..
For it is a great blessing to have them.. May Allah bless all of the married Muslim sisters with children with full Faith in their hearts. 

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