“It is important to look at the life of the Prophet صلى الله عليه وسلم and know that no one faced greater tribulation. The Prophet صلى الله عليه وسلم lived to see all of his children buried, except for Fatima. How many people experience that in their lifetime? Out of six children, he saw five of them perish. His father died before his birth. His mother died when he was just a boy. His guardian grandfather then died. When he received his calling, he saw his people turn against him with vehemence and brutality. People who had once honored him now slandered him, calling him a madman, liar, and sorcerer. They stalked him and threw stones at him until he bled. They boycotted him and composed stinging invectives against him. He lost his closest friends and relatives, like Hamza, who was killed on the battlefield. His beloved wife Khadija after 25 years of blissful marriage died during the Prophet’s صلى الله عليه وسلم most difficult moment. Abu Talib, his protecting uncle, also died. The Prophet صلى الله عليه وسلم was the target of 13 assassination attempts. How many people have faced all of that? Not once in a single hadith is there a complaint from him–except when beseeching his Lord.”—Shaykh Hamza Yusuf on the sabr of Prophet Muhammad (saws)
"I try not to cry in front of the children, but when they’re gone - I go to the rooftop terrace and I weep. What else can I do? I feel so alone.
It takes time to build a life, but it takes moments to destroy it. I wish my pain on no one. The pain in my heart is unbearable. - An Afghan Widow.
The moon has been sighted here in Toronto, and so tomorrow will be the beautiful and joyous day of Eid. But before God blesses us with the peace and happiness of tomorrow, I want to take time and reflect on the words of this widow, who represents the thousands of men, women and children who are caught in war zones and conflicts around the world.
The past few months have seen a gross amount of injustice. Sacrilegious activity has become common place. The sanctity of humanity has been utterly tarnished and in some places, very ancient cultures and traditions have been uprooted and destroyed.
I never want to look into the eyes of any of these men, women or children - I wouldn’t know what to say or how to counsel them. No one deserves their homes destroyed, their livelihood devastated, and their loved ones killed. It is a gross violation. A crime of immeasurable repercussions. I will say for the millionth time, and will continue to say so till God takes my breath away - all life is sacred and holy. It must be protected. It must be respected. Women and Children and Men of all ages, ethnicity, religions, cultures, languages and whatever else you can come up with deserve and are entitled to peace.
I am afraid and quite frankly ashamed. I do not know how I will face my Lord on the last day. We are responsible for the well-being of each other. We are responsible for taking care of this beautiful Earth and living in equity with all her children. And it’s sad that the bounty of this planet and the sanctity of her people have been desecrated.
When we live our daily lives, we must remember. Remember the widows, the orphans and the freedom fighters. Tyrants are few, oppressors even are very little in number - it is the silence of the masses that forms the knife that kills.
When we celebrate Eid tomorrow, do so with great joy. Meet your families, your friends, your loved ones. But give thanks that you do so in peace. There are many out there who are suffering and who’s hearts are bleeding. Think of them. Pray for them. Act for them.
“Cultures are never merely intellectual constructs. They take form through the collective intelligence and memory, through a commonly held psychology and emotions, through spiritual and artistic communion.”—Tariq Ramadan
The Nazi plan didn’t work against the Jews. The Zionist plan is not going go work against the Palestinians. The ISIS plan will not work against the Mosul Christians.
You cannot, and will not, eliminate a whole people, culture, religion or identity. God stands with the oppressed, widowed and orphaned irregardless of faith, gender, ethnicity, language and what have you.
Your war is with God and God alone. He is their protector and you are the aggressor, the oppressor, and the most vile. Justice and truth will reign supreme, if not today, then on the day when all will become known - when the divine light will shine and all darkness will be cast out - you will be the loser.
I’m not going to apologize for the atrocities ISIS is committing. I’m not going to go out of my way to say “THIS IS NOT ISLAM WE’RE NOT ALL BAD GUYS.”
The world knows that already. I’m not apologizing for something I never did. I’m not going to start defending. I never did anything wrong.
I’m so tired of these apologetic undertones that sweep our community, I’m so tired that we feel this immediate need to clean ourselves of this implied guilt that quite often we only place on ourselves.
I’m done with it. I’ll condemn because they are an absolutely ludicrous group, not because I’m afraid people will misconstrue them for the Muslim community.
For everything. For my family, for my friends, for all the blessings I’ve been given, for the body I’ve been given, for the intellect that I’ve been blessed with, for the love I have received and been taught to give. There are so many things wrong with the world; so many things that are going wrong and could go wrong and are in the process of being so terribly wrong. If it teaches me anything, it’s to be thankful for this little piece of peace I’ve been given. I am humbled, because really I don’t deserve any of it.
So I haven’t written anything in such a long time (correction: I have been writing, just not on here).
I’m hella late, but it’s Ramadan for all us mozlems. Naturally, I’ve been giving myself a WHOLE lot of down time. May and June were beautiful, but they were hella tiring. I worked a lot, I hung out a lot, I traveled the world, and I saw more beauty that I could have ever imagined.
I have a lot I want to say, reflections that I jotted down in my journal while I was traveling I would like to revisit and flesh out - but for the time being; I’m going to continue being lazy.
Types of people that you need to reject from your life:
1. People who are inconsistent in the way they treat you. 2. People who do not know how to be thankful. 3. People who make you feel like you need to impress them. 4. People who only text or call you when they need something from you.
I love being horribly straightforward. I love sending reckless text messages (because how reckless can a form of digitized communication be?) and telling people I love them and telling people they are absolutely magical humans and I cannot believe they really exist. I love saying, “Kiss me harder,” and “You’re a good person,” and, “You brighten my day.” I live my life as straight-forward as possible.
Because one day, I might get hit by a bus.
Maybe it’s weird. Maybe it’s scary. Maybe it seems downright impossible to just be—to just let people know you want them, need them, feel like, in this very moment, you will die if you do not see them, hold them, touch them in some way whether its your feet on their thighs on the couch or your tongue in their mouth or your heart in their hands.
But there is nothing more beautiful than being desperate.
And there is nothing more risky than pretending not to care.
We are young and we are human and we are beautiful and we are not as in control as we think we are. We never know who needs us back. We never know the magic that can arise between ourselves and other humans.
THIS. THIS. SO MUCH OF THIS. Please tell people you love them. Be freakin’ desperate. And I’m not talking about shallow crushes. I’m talking about real love, whether it be a family member, a friend, a fiance, a boyfriend/girlfriend. If you’re serious and you’re loving - TELL THEM. Don’t fall for this “not caring is cool” thing. It’s really not.
DISCLAIMER: Before I start to reflect, I want to recognize that these are my personal views. They do not reflect any standard of what should be universally correct or moral. It is simply my opinion which is shaped by my culture, my heritage, my family’s traditions, my religion (more importantly my perception and understanding of my religion), my interactions with other people and whatever (minimal) readings on the topics that I have done or just what I personally believe and think to be true. These views may clash against your views of Islam and religion and they may not sit well with what you believe to be correct - I acknowledge that. But I also hope that you acknowledge that this isn’t meant to convince anyone one way or another – this is just a personal reflection of my growth and development and my current thoughts on various topics regarding morality in the context of sexuality, and the relationship between sexuality and religion.
The last ten days at the pharmacy completed my 160 mandatory hours I had to work in order to fully complete my first year in Pharmacy school.
I am so thankful for having worked at the pharmacy that I worked at. It has been an amazing experience, and not only that - but it has reaffirmed my desire to be a part of this field. There is still A LOT I have to do. A lot of confidence and education I need to attain, but insh’allah, I’ll keep walking down this path and find my way.
My preceptor was absolutely amazing and she is such an inspiration to me. All my co-workers; the other pharmacists, the pharmacy techs and the other volunteer students (a highschool co-op and an undergrad) were all wonderful. I’ve added many of them on facebook and I know we’ll keep in touch.
I learned so much and I grew so much. Although still not a pro - I’m getting there alhumdulilah. And all I can say is that that pharmacy, the one I worked at, It really is apart of me now. And I am very sad that my placement is over. Many of my co-workers during my last week asked me if I would be willing to stay longer, to which I replied I would love to so long as my preceptor was okay with it. And on my last day I mentioned this to her, (my preceptor/pharmacy associate) and she was more than happy to have me around.
However, I’m gonna take a break for a bit. But I’ll be back to work in July insha’allah.