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Below is a painting by Sadiquain (an artist from Pakistan). It’s a calligraphic. The words are from Surah Rahman. Rahman means God. Throughout this Surah the words which are repeated are: Which is it, of the favors of your Lord, that ye deny?

الرَّحْمَٰنُ  ﴿١﴾؅ 1. The Beneficent

خَلَقَ الْإِنْسَانَ مِنْ صَلْصَالٍ كَالْفَخَّارِ  ﴿١٤﴾؅ 14. He created man of clay like the potter’s,

وَخَلَقَ الْجَانَّ مِنْ مَارِجٍ مِنْ نَارٍ  ﴿١٥﴾؅  15. And the jinn did He create of smokeless fire.

فَبِأَيِّ آلَاءِ رَبِّكُمَا تُكَذِّبَانِ  ﴿١٦﴾؅. 16. Which is it, of the favours of your Lord, that ye deny?



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Son when driving is always in a jiffy to reach a place. If I sit in the front seat (I usually do when grandson IB is not in the car with us. When he is: I prefer to sit in the back with him), I remember God with every breath I take.


The car races with demonic speed to its’ destination, and outside the windows, scenes flash by in a blur. I hold onto my seat with both hands, chanting Quranic Verses under my breath to keep us safe, thinking the end is near.



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Coming August will mark the fifth death anniversary of my late husband. With passing on of the years my late husband is becoming a distant memory. I feel more of his presence in both homes in Peshawar, and the village home than here in Houston.

One reason can be that his photos hang in my own homes. They keep his memory alive. The photographs mark happy times in our lives with no shadow of death looming over them. They evoke happy times. The one hanging in the hallway shows him dressed in his military uniform, and looking totally handsome, and beguiling. The other one has both of us, covers a wall in the large kitchen in our Peshawar home.

My Quran teacher said that dead people’s photographs shouldn’t be displayed in our homes. That is one reason there is a small photo of my husband only on the fridge which son has pasted, and I have not hung any others here. Anyway the home I share with son is his, although all the furniture, and things belong to me.

I am not going to remove the photographs in my own homes. It maybe wrong according to my religious teacher, but I can’t deny the comfort they bring to my heart when I look at them. Maybe God won’t disapprove, and look over my misdoing.



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Stylish doesn’t mean wearing stylish clothes, and accessories only. It means taking care of the rest of your personality. 

A lady A in my Quran classes was extremely stylish, and talented.  She wore fantastic clothes. She designed her own clothes. Each one was a creation by itself. We sat at opposite ends of the class. There were few sofas, and chairs.  Rest of the class would sit on the carpet facing the teacher. As I can’t sit on the floor, and everyone knew it, so my seat near the door was always reserved. No one sat in it, even if I wasn’t there.

One day A was late. Her seat was taken. A seat near me was empty. She came to sit in it. While taking notes I inadvertently had a glance at her feet. The toe nails had over grown, and were growing twisted. Gross! I mentally shuddered.

Why didn’t she cut her nails? Or was it a bizarre form of fashion?




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Bed Ghost

There was definitely something in the room. What was it? I really don’t know. I was scared when I was sleeping alone. Normally when my (late) husband R was sleeping next to me, I wouldn’t get scared. When he wasn’t there, I would lie awake. I would recite the Ayat-ul-kursi  from the Quran to drive away the scary ghost moving our king size bed.

R had given it a funny name. I have totally forgotten the name. R would smirk at me at breakfast time and ask, “Did it trouble you last night?” I would gave him a glare, because it was all his fault in abandoning, and leaving me alone in our room. 

R was a light sleeper, and if disturbed during sleep, and he got woken up, he wouldn’t let me sleep. On the nights I watched a late night show, or a movie on tv, he would go and sleep in the guest room so that his sleep wasn’t disturbed.

The ghost was in our downstairs bedroom. With downsizing my furniture in the lower portion of our home, I sold off the bed, and moved upstairs after R’s death. I have never mentioned the ghost to my tenent downstairs. She hasn’t said anything, so maybe the ghost went elsewhere. Another reason it may have moved with the bed, and is terrorizing someone else.




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Transforming myself took a life time. I kept a balancing outlook on life, and I kept gaining. To get good at everything: my inner being, and my outer being– both needed transformation. With no parents to guide, and my siblings as clue less as me, there was no one to turn to.

I found myself a mentor — the Quran. I needed my spiritual uplift. The Quran has been my most valuable friend. It has kept me sane during the darkest periods of my life. When you keep turning to God for guidance– you get it.

For day to day things I found books, magazines to guide me. They did help in turning me to the person I am now. Every step of the way if you keep an open mind, keep the inner criteria (every person is blessed with it–and that is another thing if you are not aware of it), of what is right, and what is wrong– you will always find the right path.

My own belief: Enhance your knowledge, and you will gain untold rewards.
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The Purpose of Life

Why was I created?

Was there a purpose?

There must have been……… 

Or I wouldn’t be here

I am just wondering!

The Quran 23:115 says, “Did you think that We created you in play (without any purpose), and that you would not be brought back to Us?”



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