Asalamu Alaikum!




Today marks a year since my grandfather passed. I went to see him last year to say my goodbyes and to accept the fact that he would be leaving us at any time. My grandfather was the greatest man I have ever come across and no man that I’ll meet will ever amount to his greatness. He was my father figure. I would often daydream of travelling back to Somalia to introduce him to my future husband. I imagined that he would have a conversation with my grandfather and realize that if he ever did me wrong, my grandfather would be there to set him straight. My grandfather was my hero.


Grandfather if you are listening I want to tell you:

– that I carry you in my heart wherever I go

– I pray for you more than I pray for myself. I hope you are admitted into Allah’s paradise. I pray that your grave is illuminated and I pray that I’ll see you in Jannah

– I have taken your advice and have been good to my mother. At times its hard, but I want you to know that I’m trying my best

– I hope that when I see you again, you and I can read your poems together and drink tea

– I hope that when Munkar and Nakeer question you in the grave, the Quran will be there with you.

– I hope that we haven’t disappointed you – I hope I haven’t disappointed you.


Here’s a dua for you grandfather:

O Allaah, my grandfather is under Your care and protection so protect him from the trial of the grave and torment of the Fire. Indeed You are faithful and truthful. Forgive and have mercy upon him, surely You are The Oft-Forgiving, The Most-Merciful


‘O Allaah, forgive and have mercy upon him, excuse him and pardon him, and make honorable his reception. Expand his entry, and cleanse him with water, snow, and ice, and purify him of sin as a white robe is purified of filth. Exchange his home for a better home, and his family for a better family, and his spouse for a better spouse. Admit him into the Garden, protect him from the punishment of the grave and the torment of the Fire.’


I miss you very much! My hero, Allahu naxiisto!


Inna lillahi wa inna ilayhi raji’un (انّا للہ و انّا الیه راجعون)

Truly, to Allah we belong and truly to Him we shall return






Sometimes the best people you meet are the ones outside your family circle.

The ones who are in your family circle are the ones to shoot your dreams down, deflat your ballon of happiness and constantly remind you that they’re the ones you run back to when everything else fails.

I wish I could pick my family members – my ulcer wouldn’t flare up, magraines would subside and my brain would continue making happy hormones on the regular.

To say that my family stresses me is an understandment. I can’t leave them because I’m scared of the wrath of God (never sever the ties of your loved ones – a major sin, so I’ve been told).

So, how do I get them out of my life? I don’t know? They’re like leeches and moths combine – drain my energy and eat away at my soul. I’ve tried to make Dua but……let’s just see.

Rant over.


The Environment

“When the earth is shaken with a (violent) shaking,
And the earth reveals what burdens her,
And man says: What has befallen her?
On that day she shall tell her story….” (Qur’an 99:1-4) Surah Az-Zalzalah

Yesterday I was outside my aunt’s apartment building when I saw this minivan open its back doors and throw garbage – a cup of half-full pudding and an empty water bottle. The driver (the mom) was too busy yapping her mouth off, leaving her undisciplined child alone to litter. The littering wasn’t the only thing that pissed me off, but it was a muslim family. I know that it’s one’s moral obligation to keep the earth clean, but as muslim we have to enforce those moral codes. We can’t tell our children that they have to keep their minds, bodies and tongues clean but fail to advise them to keep the earth clean.

I rarely hear of Islamic environmental groups or an Islamic PETA. I was having a conversation with a good friend the other day and she mentioned that muslims hate animals – dogs to be exact. She was telling me about the story of the prostitute who gave a stray dog some water and she was promised by Allah that she’ll enter paradise.

(Hadith – Bukhari 4:538, Narrated Abu Huraira

Allah’s Apostle (SAW) said, “A prostitute was forgiven by Allah, because, passing by a panting dog near a well and seeing that the dog was about to die of thirst, she took off her shoe, and tying it with her head-cover she drew out some water for it. So, Allah forgave her because of that.”)

My friend concluded by saying “what about all the non-muslims who care and love their dogs, are their sins forgiven?”

What if muslims were environmentalists and/or animal-lovers? I’m not suggesting that we should keep dogs as a pet, but we should adapt a friendly attitude towards animals. The same is said for the earth.

The aforementioned surah speaks about the day of judgement. The earth will be violently shook and we’ll ask what have we done in order for this violent shaking to occur? Then the earth will speak. Imagine what it would say? Imagine the atrocious acts that happen daily, the plundering of natural resources and our negligence?

Did you know that environmental degradation leads to a rise in farmer suicides? I’m not making this up! See, Raj Patel’s Stuffed & Starved. Furthermore, there are some parts in the world where farmers can’t produce crops on their land and suicide becomes their alternative. Now, imagine judgement day and what earth will say?

The ‘green’ movement can occur anywhere, importantly, it should start in this lady’s car. There has to be a change in the way we, all humans, view the environment – a dramatic mental shift. So, the next time you have the urge to litter and actually do – I pray a flock of birds shit on you.


I’ve been feeling a little depressed lately and I just can’t shake it off. It started when I moved to Toronto. I was moving back with my mother and the rest of the family. Also starting a new job with the government. This is exactly what I was waiting for – a great job in a great city.

Although everything seem to be dandy, there was this huge void I couldn’t fill. It was eating at me and I just sat there and witness my happiness wither away.

I have a family member that is just bad – I mean, a low-down dirty scoundrel. This time she has managed to dig her way to the pit of hell and the family are still throwing life jackets at her. She screws up – its ok. She breaks international law – its ok. She a terrible human in every sense of the word and….ITS OK!!! Why is it f’ing ok? Here I am working to be the best person I can be and not a single hand out. Not that I’m asking for such, but I don’t even get acknowledged. I think a portion of my sadness comes from doing so well in life i.e academically, socially and in a bunch of other areas and not having success in my family’s eyes. Why do life’s fcuk ups have it so damn easy? Listen family, I would like a high five once in a while damnit!

May be I’m suffering from my quarter-life crisis. You know when you’ve completed school and you’re meant to find a job…..not for some reason you feel like you don’t belong anywhere? I don’t know anymore.

I feel like this post is all over the place. MY MIND IS ALL OVER THE PLACE!

To make things worse…..I won’t be pursuing my Masters degree because I have to look after children while their parents fly out and rescue the scum I spoke of earlier. How fcuking insulting!

I feel like shit…..


Eid Mubarak!!


EID MUBARAK to you and your family!

“May Allah tabarak wa ta’ala accept our fasting, our salat and our dua’as – Allahumma Ameen!

Remember, just because ramadhan has come to an end, it doesn’t mean we stop doing khayr. We need to continue with all the good that we’ve established in this month bi’idnillahi Kariim. May Allah shower His infinite blessings upon us all. Ameeeeeen!

Think of all the reward one gets for reciting Quran, which is normally 10 hasanaat per letter. Continue to make dua’a, and continue to excel in this perfect and beautiful deen. Propel yourself forward and don’t go back to the level you were before. Make dua’a that Allah allows us to live to see another Ramadhan. That we are also allowed to live to see tomorrow. Ameen!

Side note: let’s try to enjoin one good and forbid one bad act AT LEAST each day. Please remember to advise people with kind words.”

The quotation marks are there because they are not my words. I receive boardcasts on my BBM from muslims sisters that know the religion much better than I do. So, to save time I decided to put their dua’as and advice on my blog.

InshaAllah I’ll write more after Eid.


The Toronto Souk

Today I went to the farmer’s market in Toronto with my mom. You see, my mom will travel to Fiji for a great deal on papayas. So, off we went to the other side of time to get some fruits. I asked my mother why she doesn’t go to local supermarkets to buy produce. She said: “I don’t know where my fruits are coming from, plus it’s too expensive”. Ok, she has a point. I went to No Frills the other day and came across :
That is right! Chinese eggplants from the Dominican Republic! I’m pretty sure there more land in China to grow Chinese eggplants than in the DR.

But, I had more fun at the Farmer’s Market than I did at No Frills. I have pictures! The first picture is of this woman who wouldn’t stop eating the grapes – yes, the unclean grapes that have been fondled by a thousand people. Anyways, my mother took the opportunity to ask the woman if the grapes were sweet (my mother has OCD plus she was fasting). The woman with a mouthful of grapes nodded.

This next picture is by far my favorite. The man in this picture was the loudest and sleaziest man at the market. His man is the kind of man who has dirty finger nails, sells cartons of spoiled bananas for dirt cheap (kept yelling “take it and go!”…meaning, you couldn’t open the carton and inspect the bananas), chain smokes and hangs on to his youth with all his might kinda man. The best part….his outfit!

He is wearing Afghan pants with a baseball cap on backwards. Now, if you were to divide the outfit it’ll look like this:

Sorry Huntington, but this is the clash of civilizations!


Women’s Rights in Islam

Women’s Rights by Shaykh Hassan Ali

I have never written anything on the topic of women in Islam. I have always wanted to take a Women’s Studies class and dedicate my final project on this topic. Alas, I did not have the opportunity.

The above link will take you to a page where you will find my favourite lecturer speaking about women’s rights. Shaykh Hassan Ali’s deliverance of the lecture is excellent. He speaks in an eloquent manner with a calm tone. Click on “Life in Islam Part 4: Women’s rights in Islam followed by the rights of husbands and wives“. The lecture is approximately 1 hour and 15mins long. For those of us who are history nuts, this lecture will illuminate a historical perspective – once you know the history, you’ll understand the present. From industrial Europe to pre-Islamic Arabia – from marriage rights to inheritance – it is all covered in this lecture. Moreover, the lecture does touch on the subject of polygamy and also the woman’s rights in a marriage.

Its great to know your rights in a marriage but for those of us who are single, click on “Life in Islam Part 3: How to find the most compatible person for marriage by analysing sixteen different personality type“. Now THIS is an interesting lecture!

Let me know what you think!