Al-hamdulilah it must be at least 7/8 years now since I fasted my first Ramadan. When I first started fasting it was a wonderful experience (nothing will ever beat the high of the first taste of dates and water after the first day of fasting). I can’t really express all the wonders and benefits of the month in the scope of this short post. However, I would like to share some thoughts on Ramadan and some tips for new Muslims out there who are perhaps preparing to fast for the first time.
Bismillah Rahman Ar-Raheem. Obedience is an interesting thing. In the West it used to be considered good, but these days is mostly regarded as bad but with limits. Rebels are revered but the rebel shouldn’t be TOO rebellious in that the rebellion pushes the unseen boundaries of respectable rebellion, the rebel becoming a criminal. For example […]Read more "Some thoughts on Obedience"
Bismillah Rahman Ar-Raheem The times are turbulent. Needless to say. There seems to be no end to suffering. Everyone is the injured one. People dying on the streets in cold blood. Death falling from the skies. Each person, government, behind the trigger, behind the button justifying their acts of violence. Who do we feel most? […]Read more "What to say?"
Bismillah Rahman Ar-Raheem Travels in Indonesia Continued… After our lovely home stay concluding the terror ferry ride, we continued our travels through Sumatra to visit the beautiful lake Toba. The lake is in the crater of a super volcano. This place sticks in my mind for two reasons: Here I would have my first encounter with my greatest […]Read more "A Letter to Born Muslims – Part Two"
A short sturdy lady came towards me. Exuding strength, warmth, kindness, generosity, and an uncompromising self. She smiled greeting me with the booming greetings of the desert. At least 3 minutes dedicated to the ritual. Allah hayki, kaif haliki, shlownki, Al-hamdulilah, Allah maki, Halla ya halla, Allah HAYki. She kisses my cheek, grasps my head, then […]Read more "Portrait of a Matriarch…"
Bismillah Rahman ar-Raheem Your Culture is what you do and think without thinking about it. Those unspoken things you have learned from your parents, family group, and the wider society you have grown up in. If you had asked me about what my Culture was in my early twenties, I would have been able to […]Read more "Tolerance and tranquility"