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One More Time


SubhanAllah, the first day of Eid one of my high school classmates passed away suddenly. And this morning i woke up to hear the news of my 2nd cousin passing away. I feel like all my posts are about death, but the only thing that really gets me thinking is death..

Death – the destroyer of pleasures.

These past two days I’ve heard of around 5 deaths subhanAllah, and it makes me think of how this life is nothing. This dunya is just a couple of passing days, and we forget the akhira.

What was beautiful about Ramadan, and makes my heart ache that it left us so quickly, is how are hearts are at a constant Eman high. We were in 3ibadah, all the time. We had our Quran’s in our purses, all the time.

I don’t want to be like them, and i don’t want Ramadan gone to make me one of them:

“And be not like those who forgot Allah , so He made them forget themselves. Those are the defiantly disobedient.” al-Hashr 59:19

Its a beautiful feeling to be always in a state of taqwa, in a state of duaa, a state where you calculate the hours to go pray, where your sleeping schedule is messed up because you stay up all night finishing your khitmah and catching up on qiyaam. Its beautiful, and i miss it.

This ayah below gets me every time. The word fear here is taqwa in arabic. Have taqwa: be God conscious, be in a constant state of awareness that at any moment you shall return, and don’t think it won’t happen to you. Everything you do counts. Every deed, every salah, every ayah you read, every breathe you took, you will be accounted for what you have done. And the beautiful thing is, it will all be accounted for justify because Allah is the All Justice. He subhanahu wa ta3ala is the definition of Justice.

And fear (have taqwa) the Day when ye shall be brought back to Allah. Then shall every soul be paid what it earned, and none shall be dealt with unjustly. (Surat alBaqarah 281)

I know my thoughts are all over the place, they’re just bouncing around my head as ping pong balls, but this is a beautiful reflection I wanted to share:

“Every single night our soul is taken, and every single night the angel’s ask before bringing it back.. Ya Allah what about this one? , do You want to send it back? ..You want to pull the plug or should we keep the soul..and every night Allah gives permission to the angel to let him live one more time.”

— Nouman Ali Khan [from lecture: Gems from Surah Room]


Death is so near. And it should be something we think about. It shouldn’t cause us to be at a stage of phobia, where we don’t leave our houses. On the contrary, it should make us better people. People whom do only good, whom fear Allah in everything we do. We fear Allah with the money we bring home, with the food we eat, with the people we deal with. Fear Allah in everything. And its not that fear, that ugly fear. No, its actually quite beautiful. Its a fear that is combined with so much more. It has a deeper meaning, a deeper look. Its a fear that has hope in His Jannah, a fear that has love in it. Fear of Allah, because we love Him, and love to please Him subhanahu wa ta3ala.

Do good everyday, don’t ever pray salah just like that, be conscious and remember Allah before committing any sin, that maybe tonight your soul will not be returned. That tonight Allah may take your soul. Are you proud? Would you be okay if it was your last night? Are you ready?

No ones perfect. But thats okay. We can aim to be the best. Aim to stop our sins. Allah gave us a chance even though we constantly sin all year long, He allowed Ramadan to come to us. 30 nights of forgiveness, and one of them Laylatul Qadr. He gives us every moment to be a moment of tawbah, and this is because He, jalla wa 3ala, want’s His 3ebaad to die as Muslimeen.

Its never too late.

And after Ramadan has left us, try to be like them:

“And hasten to forgiveness from your Lord and a garden as wide as the heavens and earth, prepared for the righteous” Al-Imran 3:113


Not so Great, afterall.



I just finished a book- The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzegerald.


It was quite dry for a chapter, but as the novel ended it really really played with my emotions.

The novel basically, i don’t want to ruin it, but there is this man who spends most of his life- Gatsby- building up a reputation, to regain the love of a girl from his teenage life, who has now moved on and married, and has a child. He spends his life, working and became this holified man in the city. Huge house, huge parties that hundreds of people would come to.

But no one ever knew who he was.

He was mysterious, had this wishy washy past, know no was to sure about, so they just gossiped and made up most of it.

The narrartor of the novel though- Nick- gets to really know Gatsby. Nick though, spends so much time with Gatsby, and becomes one of his closest friends.

Anyways, my point of this post, is not to spoil the book- but to show the worth of this great ‘Gatsby’ man in the end. Everyone talked about him, everyone wanted to be at his party, everyone knew ‘about’ this man.

In the end, he dies. Its a horrible death.

The death part shocks you yes, but its not about his death, and the nasty way he died, it is his funeral that got me thinking.

Nick, as a loyal friend, calls people, goes around town, and all over NY to see if anyone would come to the funeral. People reject. People care less. People who literally flooded his house during the parities, didn’t even dare come near his house, and no one showed up.

What was really scary though, the one man that help mold Gatsby into getting all the money he had, and getting the future he had said:

“Let us learn to show our friendship for a man when he is alive and not after he is dead, after that my own rule is to let everything alone.”


It struck me straight in the heart! Is that real friendship? To be there when your alive then — nothing?

A friend cannot be considered a friend until he is tested in 3 occasions: in time of need, behind your back, and after your death (Ali bin Abi Talib)

That was the first thing i thought of. Would i want my friend, my loyal friend who helped me through ups and downs, betray me and not come to my funeral. Of course not, that isn’t true friendship.

Even though this novel wasn’t a muslim novel or anything of that sort, you honestly felt saddness for the character, that only his father showed up to the funeral. The father, Nick, and the priest. This man was supposedly ‘good’ he held all these amazing parties, he worked hard for his fortune, but did it really affect anyone else? Did he really have an influence on others to allow them to travel miles to come to his funerals.

You read about ibn Hanbal, and great sahabah, who thousands and thousands walked and showed up at their funerals.. Where angels, even came and helped carry their tomb.

This novel brought me to tears, got me thinking, how many people do i want at my funeral? Will it be real, or will it be because by chance they were at the mosque that afternoon?

May Allah grant us husn al khatimah, and allow many people to come out and make duaa’ for us on the days of our death. Ameen.

Your thoughts?

To Allah We Belong…



Today i woke up and heard about two deaths in the same hour subhanAllah. Someone i ‘know’ but lives far away, and someone in my own city, that her name i don’t even know.

The other day, my mom was lecturing me about something, telling me that life is short, and we should plan on leaving this dunya on a good note. What does that really mean though? Our lives can be compared to the time between the adhan and iqama, when you are born, they say the adhan in your ear, and at your death, the iqama is recited.

SubhanAllah, how hard is it for us to always be on a good note. Everyday of our life, something can happen, that will irritate us and leave us doing things that we know won’t help us reach the jannah we dream of.

The two deaths happend in the same week, one yesterday, and one a couple days ago. One to an elderly man who has left a mark in many peoples of lives, may Allah have mercy on his soul, and the other sister who died at as a young adult, drowned. May Allah grant both of them jannatul firdous and give their families patience ameen thuma ameen!

What keeps my mind thinking now, how do we honestly live our lives. Like if you were to evaluate what we are doing on a scale from one to ten. How much of this dunya occupies the few hours of a day we have and how much do we sincerely dedicate it to ‘ibadah.

34. Verily, Allâh! With Him (Alone) is the knowledge of the Hour, He sends down the rain, and knows that which is in the wombs. No person knows what he will earn tomorrow, and no person knows in what land he will die. Verily, Allâh is All­Knower, All­Aware (of things).

Inna lilah wa inna ilayhi rajioon. Try to live most of this life, so in the end, there will be no regrets inshaAllah, and one day, when people pray on you, they can only think of good things insha’Allah.

Dealing with Death


The Messenger of Allah (sal Allahu alaihi wa sallam) said: “When a person’s child dies, Allah the Most High asks His angels, ‘Have you taken out the life of the child of My slave?’ They reply in the affirmative. He then asks, ‘Have you taken the fruit of his heart?’ They reply in the affirmative. Thereupon he asks, ‘What has My slave said?’ They say: ‘He has praised You and said: Inna lillahi wa inna ilaihi raji’un (We belong to Allah and to Him we shall be returned).’ Allah says: ‘Build a house for My slave in Jannah and name it Bait-ul-Hamd (the House of Praise).’” [Tirmidhi]

One of the greatest worldly calamities for a person is to lose his or her child. None but those who have gone through it know what it is like. This hadith highlights the great merit of exhibiting patience at this time of calamity. Rather than wailing and complaining, one should submit to the Will of Allah (subhana wa ta’ala) and try to remember His promised reward. Children who die before reaching the age of puberty cause their parents to be brought to Jannah through them. An attitude of patience brings great reward from Allah (subhana wa ta’ala).

How does one reconcile with such events? Another hadith tells us the story of a pious man who loved his wife very much. When she died suddenly he was devastated. He shut himself off from society, refusing to talk to or see anyone. Finally, a woman sat outside his house and refused to budge until he talked to her regarding a problem that she had.

She told him that a friend of hers had given her jewelry for safekeeping which she would often wear. She had had it in her possession for a long time but now her friend had come to ask for it back. The problem was that since she had had the jewelry for so long she had gotten used to having it and didn’t want to give it back.

The man immediately replied from inside the house that she must return her friend’s amanah (possessions given in trust). He also realized that the problem she had come to discuss with him was just to make him realize how in fact he must reconcile with Allah (subhana wa ta’ala) taking back what belonged to Him.

Death is only a temporary separation for family members going to Jannah. People going to Jannah will be reunited therein where they will never suffer separation again.

[ref: Hawo]