Learnt from my mistake


Yesterday I was just back in the memories of my newly married life. When along with the love and pampering of your hubby and in laws comes the big responsibility of taking care of all of them. Talking humbly, taking care when to laugh when not to laugh, not back answering, not to mind any comments etc etc. I know all these qualities should be there in a human being if he really wants to be a human 🙂  But unfortunately we as human are so weak 😦

After spending a month with my in laws in their village I shifted to city life again with my hubby along with my younger sister in law. Off course that 1 month with my new family was really cherishable. Allahumdullilah. Allah really filled my heart with their love and affection. No doubt He had given me the kind of family what I had dream of. But life in the city was waiting for more responsibilities so I had to leave them.

My hubby picked us from station, dropped us at home and went back to office. My new apartment had just got painted and was in a mess. So to clean up the paint marks on the floor was a first and big task. After doing whole washing, cleaning of floor it was already time for lunch. It was my first encounter of making lunch for my new family. Awww. I was little scared seriously. Cooking stuff for your own mom and siblings is a different task. You can ask your mom about the quantity of spices you have to put. How much rice needs to be cooked. But here I was the eldest one. Subhan Allah. I was confused what to cook how much to cook. I felt like crying. But you can’t do that as well. Allahu Akbar. So to avoid all confusion I picked up best vegetable which can be used anywhere- potatoes. And cooked potatoes, rice and pulse. But unfortunately came to know my hubby is not fond of “Potatoes”. So I felt failed 😦 . But he had no choice except having it in lunch 🙂 .

Now same day I got one more attack. My hubby declared that in night one of his friend is coming down from Saudi and is going to come for dinner. I checked the kitchen no grinder, no fridge nothing was there. As we had just arrived we were still needed time to start our new life. But now after announcement there was no time for such thoughts. I thought of making chicken but I had no idea what to do if there is no grind-ed onion is present. Also I was confused that ½ kg of chicken is enough for preparing chicken curry and chicken fry both. I did not want to make my mother tensed because of my tense condition so I did not call her up to get clarification on my doubt. Off course not to mention Smartphones were not there at that time so can’t check recipe on net. In the name of Allah I started cooking and kept on cooking such easy stuff for so long. Allahu Akbar and kept on reciting this tasbih “ Ya Allahu, Ya rehmano Ya rahimo” and kept on praying “Oh Allah I don’t know how this gonna taste but please put some flavors in my guest mouth. Please don’t make me or my hubby to feel shame”. At last I served the dinner and hid in one room.

Wonder what happened next. I got compliment from my guest. Wow. But in reality it did not taste any good. But with Allah nothing is impossible. Subhan Allah. Do I tell you a secret? Mu hubby did not like it as well. Hehee. So after two days he took the responsibility to teach me how to cook good chicken. And I just loved his style. Anyways that was it. Really. Nope. Memories are not there to forget. Its there to learn, to smile back. Isn’t it? Yes. Whenever I think about those days a smile comes along with the lessons I leanrt that what could make a pathetic food. Heehee. There are other memories which helped me to become a better person. Allahumdullilah. Allah taught me to be patient, caring and humble with my husband’s family. Still I get tense in the kitchen but there is one tasbih which keeps me motivating “ Ya Allahu, Ya rehmano Ya rahimo”. I don’t know why but this tasbih automatically starts coming from my mouth when I’m in the kitchen. May be because I solely trust my Al mighty potential of delivering the best and off course He is the most kind, most merciful.

So I end up this post with this dua that “May Allah gives us the potential to learn from our mistakes and to stand up again after any failure”.


Ye Abu Bakr ho tum al-siddiq…


It’s really so emotional to read anything related to sahabas (companions of Muhammed saw). I totally get emotional. This poem of mine is a small tribute to Hazarat Abu Bakr (r.a). What a great man he was. I know my words can’t explain his devotion but still a small try.


Meri aakhen ab nam hai
Padhkar taskeera tumhara
Ye Abu Bakr ho tum al-siddiq
Allah ne banaya ye darja tumhara


Apna sab kuch loota dia
Ishq-e muhammed k khatir
Dekho chal diye hain
Rahe haq pe khuda ki khatir
Koi bayan Karen bhi kaise
ye ishq ka jazba tumahara
Ye Abu Bakr ho tum al-siddiq
Allah ne banaya ye darja tumhara


jab ailane jang pucha mehboob-e- khuda ne
Kya rakha hai ae abu bakr khud k liye tumne
To kehne lage mera rab aur mera rasul
 bus yahin dono hai meri zindagi ka guzara
Koi bayan Karen bhi kaise
ye ishq ka jazba tumahara
Ye Abu Bakr ho tum al-siddiq
Allah ne banaya ye darja tumhara


Mere nabi ka bus itna kehna tha kafi
Mai aakhiri hun rasul kya tum manoge mere sathi
To kehne lage ap jo kahen us har baat pe mera yakin hai
Ki beshak ap jaisa al-amin jahan me koi nahi hai
Koi bayan Karen bhi kaise
ye ishq ka jazba tumahara
Ye Abu Bakr ho tum al-siddiq
Allah ne banaya ye darja tumhara


Sunnate rasul basi tumhari jaat me thi
Garibo ki madad tumhari aan me thi
Na duniya ki garj thin na doshmano ka tha dar
Chalte the rahe haq pe sabse bekhabar
Koi bayan Karen bhi kaise
ye ishq ka jazba tumahara
Ye Abu Bakr ho tum al-siddiq
Allah ne banaya ye darja tumhara


Uthenge roze mehshar mere mehbub k ap sath
Uthenge bhi yun ki unke hatho me hoga apka hath
Jannat ka har darwaza tumhe hi pukarta hoga
tumhare dakhile ko har waqt niharta hoga
Koi bayan Karen bhi kaise
ye ishq ka jazba tumahara
Ye Abu Bakr ho tum al-siddiq
Allah ne banaya ye darja tumhara

Mera Ramdhan ja raha hai (My Ramdhan is leaving)…

The most blessed month “Ramdhan” is going. Its such a emotional movement for all Muslims. May we get another year in our life to enjoy this blessed moth again. Just tried to fill my emotions in my poetry. (Check out the translation below).



Wo dekho mera mehmaan ja raha hai
Mere dil ka sukoon aur
Dil ka armaan ja raha hai
Wo dekho mera ramdhan ja raha hai


Mere paas waqt ka malal bada tha
Par tera jaise ana karishma koi tha
Har pehar me mere rab ki rehmat tu laya
Mere bujhe hue dil ko tune hi jagaya


Kya khub lagti thi raton ki ibadat
tahajjud ki namazen wo quran ki tilawat
Wo har sehri me tera jhum k yun ana
Fir iftar me mere dil ko chuu k jana


Wo dastarkhan pe sazi naymato ka manzar
Wo duao me meri mafi ka samandar
Wo yakeene khuda, wo dil me imaan ka utarna
Wo neekio se khud ko pakeeza karte rehna


Uff kahan milenge mujhe ye sare alam
Dekho mera dil yun khali hua ja raha hai
Wo dekho mera ramdhan ja raha hai


Bada gafil aur bada be-amal raha me
Ki teri mehman nawazi bhi me kar na paya
Ab tujh se judai ka waqt bhi karib hai
Waqt tera nahi laut sakta, ye mera nasib hai


Fir na jane kab tujh se mulakat hogi
Agar ye zindagi na fir mere sath hogi
roze mehshar me tu, mujhe yaad rakhna
Ummati Muhammed saaw hun Is baat ki laaj rakhna


Jo thode se amal hai uski kabuliyat karana
Fir roze mehshar akar mujhe tu bachana
Ja tujh ko vida karti hun me ab
Ashkbar aakho se juda karti hun me ab


 Wo dekho mera mehmaan ja raha hai
Mere dil ka sukoon aur
Dil ka armaan ja raha hai
Wo dekho mera ramdhan ja raha hai


( My guest is leaving, do you see

The solace of heart

And the desired one is leaving

My Ramdhan is leaving, do you see


The sands of time slips from my grip

Like a spin of a magic wand did you come

With every hour you bought the mercy of my Rabb

The shrivelled heart of mine you illuminated


The mercy of ibadah in the late of nights

The salah of tahajjud, the tilawat of the Quran

The blessings that dawned with suhoor

The mercy you bought with iftaar


The wide spread barakah on dastarkhwan

The pleadings of mercy that filled an ocean

The imaan that gripped the heart

The deeds done to cleanse the despaired soul


Alas! where again will I get theses gifts

Watch as my heart drains out

My Ramdhan is leaving, do you see


How careless I was, how I wasted!

I could not even serve you oh my guest

And now as the time to depart nears

My fate won’t let me have a moment more of yours


I know not whether I will ever greet you again

I know not whether my breaths will be there next time

Remember me even as you leave

Remember me as a part of Muhammed (saw) ummah


May the little amaal that I I attempted be accepted

Shield me dear one when I’m reckoned on Judgement day

Oh my guest, finally I bed you goodbye

Oh my guest, my tears bed you goodbye


My guest is leaving, do you see

The solace of heart

And the desired one is leaving

My Ramdhan is leaving, do you see)


To be despair is a sin

Here comes the translation of one of my poetry from one of the sweet blogger “the Indian reverted Muslimah”. I’m so thankful to her and I’m sure you will love her words:

(Read Hindi translation here)


No sign of hope, not a a streak of support
Not a companion to be with in the game of dunya
A darkness of despair blankets over me
No hand in sight to pull me out of this loneliness


But when those words tinkle in my ear
The heart lets out a cry
Don’t despair, for it is for the disbelievers
You won’t find a glance of it in the Quran
Return to your maker, for once, just walk
The door of him is free of all disparity


Forgotten have you your Master,
The reason it is for you don’t see
The light anymore
Turn and view to dunya again
And you’ll see the mask on every person’s face
Return to your maker, for once, just walk
His door to him is free of all smog.

Its Never Too Late

The Hidden Prestige

One of the most beautiful ayas in the Quran is in Surah Zumar Verse 53 where Allah swt says:
( قل ياعبادي الذين أسرفوا على أنفسهم لا تقنطوا من رحمة الله إن الله يغفر الذنوب جميعا إنه هو الغفور الرحيم )

Say, “O My servants who have transgressed against themselves [by sinning], do not despair of the mercy of Allah. Indeed, Allah forgives all sins. Indeed, it is He who is the Forgiving, the Merciful.” (39:53)
This Ayah is a call to all sinners, be they disbelievers or others, to repent and turn to Allah. This Ayah tells us that Allah swt will forgive all the sins of those who repent to Him and turn back to Him, no matter what or how many his sins are, even if they are like the foam of the sea.

(Tafseer Ibn Kathir)
We’ve all sinned, we all made mistakes, but never think…

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Of Bells and Chimes (Hadith No. 2645)



Long time, eh? May Allah forgive me for my shortcomings. 😦

Volume 4, Book 52, Number 249 :
Narrated by Abu Bashir Al-Ansari (radiallaahu `anhu)
That he was in the company of Allah’s Apostle (sallallaahu `alayhi wasallam) on some of his journeys. (The sub-narrator ‘Abdullah adds, “I think that Abu Bashir (radiallaahu `anhu) also said, ‘And the people were at their sleeping places.”) Allah’s Apostle (sallallaahu `alayhi wasallam) sent a messenger ordering: “There shall not remain any necklace of string or any other kind of necklace round the necks of camels except it is cut off.”

One of the opinions on theses ‘necklaces’ is that they refer to the bells that are hung round the necks of animals. Muslim narrated in his Saheeh (2113) from Abu Hurayrah (may Allaah be pleased with him) that the Messenger of Allaah (peace and blessings of…

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God created Adam and Eve, not Adam and Steve!

The Hidden Prestige

Freedom, ignorance, Islam… are three highly interrelated elements in the present Muslim society. I would like to bring this relation in the lime light before I get to the main topic.

Islam means submission, submitting your will to the Creator and living by His commandments in this life to lead a prosperous life in the hereafter. This leads to the fact that a Muslim lives like a slave in this world, a slave of Allah سبحانه وتعالى . His life is confined by the rules set down by Islam. Following the rules set down by Islam restores happiness, justice, moral and ethical values of our society. With time gaining the knowledge of world has taken the shape of a primary obligation upon Muslims which is rather good but what was supposed to be learned has been kept aside and forgotten. 95% Muslims in the world don’t even understand the Fiqh…

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