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Amidst Clouds
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Amidst Clouds

As the plane takes off like a bird from the ground leaving the world behind raising higher and higher till the world becomes nothing but a passing sight, some thoughts come to mind. They may make sense to some and maybe not to others. Maybe its shaped by our experiences, but here goes. Start off…

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Regarding Interpretation of Dreams

Dreams are of 3 types: 1. Those from Allah 2. Those from Shaytan 3. Those from a person’s mind, experiences and interpretation of the soul. Narrated Abu Qatada: The Prophet ﷺ said, الرُّؤْيَا الصَّالِحَةُ مِنَ اللَّهِ، وَالْحُلْمُ مِنَ الشَّيْطَانِ، فَإِذَا حَلَمَ فَلْيَتَعَوَّذْ مِنْهُ وَلْيَبْصُقْ عَنْ شِمَالِهِ، فَإِنَّهَا لاَ تَضُرُّهُ “A good dream that comes true…

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Death Note

Man’s greatest fear is death. Our fear of death is existential. Death is associated with everything horrid and depressing. We tend to not remember it as much as we can. Everytime we encounter death, it is a tragedy we never expect. Subconsciously, we are attached to our embodied existence, and dispossession of our soul is…

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Ramadan Flew Past

Ramadan flew past us like the breeze, rejuvenating our soul and giving life to our heart. The question now is, has this Ramadan done enough to improve our Iman? Or have we sunken into the ocean of this Dunya, struggling to keep up with the fast moving, hectic life with our iman paying the price?…

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Ahlan Ahlan Ya Ramadan

Ramadan is just round the corner, a handful of Jumuahs are left for the blessed month to arrive. Allah tells us a very interesting aspect about this blessed month. شَهْرُ رَمَضَانَ الَّذِي أُنزِلَ فِيهِ الْقُرْآنُ هُدًى لِّلنَّاسِ وَبَيِّنَاتٍ مِّنَ الْهُدَىٰ وَالْفُرْقَانِ The month of Ramadhan [is that] in which was revealed the Qur’an, a guidance…

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Madrasa Diaries | Chapter 1

“Repeat after me boys. Alif.” “Alif.” “You. Yousef, come and sit here in the front.” The teacher yelled. Yousef gingerly got up from the back of the class and complied. “Okay, good! Again. Louder. Alif.” He felt a hand on my thigh. I didn’t dare look down, he stared into my book and I tried…

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