Monthly Archives: December 2015

Toughen up, soldier…

Bismillah “Things are only gonna get harder. If we don’t soldier ourselves now, it’s already a losing battle ahead.” I say this to those who strive on the Path of Truth. Fact is, it’s not going to get easy, ’cause the Path to Jannah is filled with thorns, trials and all things that just make us […]

Lost (a short story)

Ali put his hands in his pockets and pulled his jacket for warmth as the cool June wind whisked him by. It’s the time of the year again: the non-stop drizzle, and chilly breezy air threatening to knock the wind out of him. He made a turn to the park when a piece of paper […]

The passing dark clouds (a short story)

(Sarah – present day) I open my eyes. And my head hurts. Everything hurts. I don’t know how many hours it has been – me, lying on my bed. I don’t even know what time it is. Everything looks pretty dark in the room from all the drawn curtains. I try to make out the […]

Asiah (a short story) – Part II

(Read part 1 here) “Oh, yeay! You’re home… and early! How’s your day been, hon?” Mum looks up from the magazine she’s reading, beaming, as I come through the kitchen door. It is midday. I spent my whole morning wandering around the beach aimlessly, trying to fill the time…and figure out ways on how to […]

Asiah (A Short Story) – Part I

I look up at the sky. Rolls of clouds clamp together like cotton candy. It is a cheerful Sunday morning. The slight breeze from the sea blows softly. I hasten my walk. I only have 15 minutes before my shift starts. My name is Asiah. I am named after the wife of the famous Pharaoh […]

The story of a lost Heart – Continued

(Read first part here) He was lost. He was tired. He was hungry. But most of all, he was confused. He looked to his left, his right, to his back and in front of him. Sea, sea and more sea. He frowned. What am I doing here? He thought. It felt as if he had […]

The story of a lost Heart – a short story

There was once Father Heart who created Baby Heart. Father Heart loved Baby Heart so much, and he wanted Baby Heart to grow and learn and be strong and wise. So Father Heart brought Baby Heart to the sea. It was vast, and blue and sparkling from the sun. The sea was both mesmerizing and […]

The Beginning

Bismillah Why this blog? At this moment in time, I feel the words of Prof. Tariq Ramadan in his book “The Quest for Meaning” took the words out of my mouth: “This book is a journey, an initiation.” How deep, and meaningful. The moment I read it: it had been replaying on end in my […]

Someone always knew…

Originally posted on SimpureHeart:
Bismillah When I was young, going on a drive with an adult (parents, of course) was a delightful – if not magical – experience. It always rendered me speechless, especially  when they looked up the heavens and said, “Oh, that side is raining”. Always, my eyes would follow suit in trying to trace the path…

Midnight’s Love

Bismillah It’s midnight. I was closing the bedroom’s window for a good night’s rest when my eyes wandered to my neighbour’s house, and I caught the reflection of the moonlight on their roof. I was stunned and for a quarter of a million second, my breath almost stopped. I thought, subhanallah, how beautiful. And this, […]

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