When we first experience this world (dunya), we become so impressed by its glitter. So we love it. Then once the glitter falls away, we become disappointed, so we hate it. Eventually we grow up further and begin to see, and interact with, dunya for what it really is: Something we don't need to hate--or love. Just something we need to *use*. Allah describes dunya as a 'mata'' Among other meanings, 'mata'' is a resource, a tool. A tool is what you make of it. It can help you--or it can kill you. Dunya is simply the bridge you must cross to take you back Home. And who gets attached to a bridge? Don't miss the point by either loving or hating it. The focus isn't the bridge. The focus is what

I was once sat at a railway station with my mum, waiting for our train to arrive to take us to London. As we were doing so, we were contemplating about life. As we sat here, we saw the same seats which were once occupied become empty. It went from sounds of chit chattering to complete silence as soon as the train collected the passengers on board. Gradually a new set of passengers ended up replacing them. One by one they would accumulate in the same area where the chit chattering would begin once again. Leaving us to forget about the one's who had recently left a moment ago to continue with their journey. It eventually came to the point where it was our time to disperse. Our train arr

📚 The Messenger of Allāh صلى الله عليه وسلم said: ❝'Shall I not inform you of the worst of the major sins?' – three times. We said: Yes of course O' Messenger of Allāh. The Messenger صلى الله عليه وسلم replied: 'Associating partners with Allāh and being undutiful to one's parents.'❞ [Sahih Al-Bukhāri and Muslim] Make sure you help your parents and strive to be the best parent you can be to your children. When was the last time you sat down with your parents and thanked them? When was the last time you had a one on one with your children about their life and feelings? This life is fleeting and we need to connect, takecare and help our loved ones before it is too late.

A Journey from is to was..... Conversations with my father are always interesting, and if he is in a mood to talk, I get to listen to many stories from his youth! He always talks about his friends and family with much love and passion. Some of those people I've met but they are not alive today, and some I've not had the pleasure of meeting. But, my father's excellent descriptive details made me feel as though I am acquainted with those people. This made me think about how we will also be mere characters in someone's story. Someone will be telling stories about me in the present and past tense (my death) - it's challenging to be in the good books of everyone, but I can certainly try