Al-hamdu’ilah, my younger brother has returned home from Afghanistan unscathed, at least, physically unscathed. (My younger brother told me that everyone suffers from post-traumatic stress syndrome to various degree after being in a war zone. Some, of course, suffer more than others). He had been over there on deployment as an artillery specialist in the … Continue reading My Younger Brother, the War Veteran
“You scared to be yourself, cause you in a trance Feel free, hear the music and dance If you cared what they think, why wear what they wear, just for you Dumb niggaz with long beards like they Arabs or Jews or from Israel, Bismillah al-rahman, al-rahim (In the name of Gad, the Most Gracious, … Continue reading Islam and Hip-Hop
…but tough people always do. (Rough Translation) “HAVE WE NOT opened up thy heart, and lifted from thee the burden that had weighed so heavily on thy back? And (have We not) raised thee high in dignity? And, behold, with every hardship comes ease: verily, with every hardship comes ease! Hence, when thou art freed … Continue reading Tough Times Don’t Last…
(Note: I don’t endorse the stereotypical French caricature; it’s the substance of the cartoon I wanted to highlight.) It’s a brilliant idea: let’s empower and liberate women by telling them what they both must and mustn’t wear, fining them for not adhering to the law as such, and even jailing them as such. Yeah. That’s … Continue reading Ze New Law!
Al-asma al-husnaa, the most beautiful names: in whatever human tongue, no doubt they belong only to God, al-awwal wal-akhir, the Alpha and the Omega, the First and the Last. Much benefit is found in reflecting upon them, committing them to memory, and implementing them in daily life, as the Prophet Muhammad صلى الله عليه وسلم once stated. … Continue reading Al-Asma Al-Husnaa
Often times, my fajr alarms (note the plural) are not what rouse me from slumber in the morning; it’s the birds that do it. They are nature’s alarm clocks, nature’s muezzins (one who calls the athan, the summons to prayer) with feathers and beaks: they sing every day at about the same time without fail. … Continue reading In Jama’ah With the Birds
My life is officially on auto-pilot. Or cruise control. Or maybe it has even become like an automatic transmission: depress the brake, shift to the Drive gear, depress the accelerator, and go. That’s it. No clutch necessary, no sense of speed necessary, no intuition of the car necessary, no foot coordination necessary. No nothing. A … Continue reading Quater-life Crises