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    5 Life Lessons at 25

    Hello friends! Here are five life lessons I’ve learned at twenty-five. The last time I penned down life lessons I’ve learned along the way, I was only 20. Life sure does move fast.  Let the quarter life crisis begin! (LOL, just kidding.)  1. Your parents are the best friends you can ever get. People will come and go. People will love you. But no one will come as close to genuinely caring about you and your well-being as your parents do. Their love for you is unconditional and they genuinely want you to be happy. Ask them what they pray most about and you will find that it’s for you.…

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    What’s Your Story?

    When I was younger, one of the surahs I remember being really fascinated by was Surah Yusuf. Looking back, I now realize why. You see, Surah Yusuf is a life story. It’s the only surah in the Qur’aan that is a life story from start to finish, all narrated in one go. As a young, ambitious eighteen-year-old at the time, it inspired me to dream my own story. It lit me up in such a way that even now, years later, glimpses of that inspiration nudge at me when life gets the better of me. It reminds me that I too, can have my own success story. The story of…

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    A Beautiful Recompense

    Do you feel hopeless sometimes? Do you feel like you are trying so hard but are failing? Are you desperately trying to hold on to your faith? Do you feel unappreciated? Dear struggling soul, not a leaf falls but He knows it. The burn you feel in your heart right now is a sign that the flame of goodness is still alive inside of you...

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    The Secret

    “The trouble with the rat race is that even if you win, you’re still a rat.” My heart winced as I read this quote online. It’s because the truth hurts. We live in a world where we are all competing and rushing for more and more and it seems like we have lost the meaning of life. We are born, then go to school, then college, and then we go to work to make money chasing promotion after promotion. Then we get married, have kids, and “settle down”. Then one day, we die. Is that it? This can’t be what life is all about can it? *Cue existential crisis daff…

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    Fly Free

    Have you ever looked at the bread on your table every morning at breakfast? Somewhere, in a distant village one day, a farmer put seeds into the soil and watered it. The seeds finally grew into wheat. The wheat was then harvested and transported all the way to a factory. At the factory, it was crushed, mixed with water, sugar, and yeast, and turned into dough. That dough was then baked, wrapped in plastic, and transported to a supermarket near you. You went in one day, bought the bread, and that’s how that loaf of bread ended up on your table. Little did you know that 50,000 years before this…

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    The Meeting at the Pool

    It’s a bright, flashy world out there. The glitz and the glamor – from the celebrity life to the next hot release. You are constantly being bombarded by it all, whether it’s a new show on Netflix, a new song by the latest pop group, or pictures on your IG feed of X and Y partying at the beach  – it’s everywhere. In a world where everyone is running to get their fifteen minutes of fame, you on the other hand, have been asked to stay humble and sincere. In a world of let’s-be-hot for the gram and “Netflix and chill”, you’ve been asked to lower your gaze and be…

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    Cave of Serenity

    Sumayyah sat on her bed, staring into the fireplace. She was lost in thought. Numbness – that’s all she felt at the moment. She didn’t know what to think or what to do. Her life was a mess. The last few months had been nothing but turbulent. She had met Hassan. They had begun dating. Things were fine – until she got caught. She sighed. She was tired. Tired of all the drama, embarrassment, and pain. “Hassan.” she remembered, and her heart twisted in pain for a second. For three weeks now, Sumayyah hadn’t left her room. It’s not like she had a choice anyway. She was grounded. Her phone…

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    At the Heart of It

    It was during one of the last ten nights of Ramadhan. I had made wudhu and found the nearest vacant spot to pray just in time for the Imam to start the prayer. After we were done with the prayer, I got up to pray the sunnah. Just as I finished giving salams, the old lady seated next to me spoke. “Your hands were slanted in sujood. They should be straight, like this.” she gestured, her hand pointing straight towards the qiblah. I hadn’t realized that my hands weren’t straight and were not fully facing the qiblah while I was praying. “Thank you. Jzaakillaahu khayr for telling me.” I told…