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Scenes from Masjid Nabawi

The first night daughter,her family, and I arrived at Madina, Saudi Arabia, we said our prayers at Masjid Nabawi, and then rested at a nearby hotel. This hotel was at a short walking distance from the Masjid. It was easy to get there to say our prayers on time.

Night time

The next day when daughter, and I got to the Masjid to say our Tahajud prayer (this is before the early morning (Fajr) prayer, it was raining cats, and dogs. Most women couldn’t get inside the mosque, so were forced to pray outside in the biting cold, wind, and rain.

Our plight was the same. My only worry was getting pneumonia, but couldn’t do anything to get inside. The inside was full to the brim with women. No space anywhere. The women praying area is a different one from the men area.

Fajr prayer

We returned to the hotel, all drenched, and shivering. we changed into dry clothes, and had breakfast. We had two, three hours rest before venturing out again. My daughter pushed my wheelchair through out our stay. May Allah Bless her with a long, happy life, and grant her peace here, and in the hereafter. Ameen.

Masjid Nabawi



I like to collect fridge magnets. I wander through shops to find new ones, and add them to the collection over the fridge surface. The above one — I bought in Saudi Arabia. This one is mine. Another one, a bit different from this hangs on the side of the fridge. That one was a gift from me to Son.

I usually buy one for myself, and another one for Son, or for my daughter. Some of my magnets are gifts from daughter. She knows how much I love to get them.



Write a new post in response to today’s one-word prompt.



My (late) husband R, and I were on Haj (Pilgrimage to Mecca, and Madina, Saudi Arabia). In our group, which was an Army Delegation there were nineteen men, and seven women. One of the officers had brought his mother along with him too. She was the only elderly lady among us, but had more stamina than the rest of us. Twelve officers had come without their spouses.

In both the cities Mecca and Madina, our hotel accommodation was just across the mosques. In later years there has been great expansions. Now you can’t walk to them. Now hotel buses take you, or you move in a  taxi to reach there, specially in Mecca.

The room in Madina where we first stayed, before the beginning of Haj days, was shared by women. The men had two bigger rooms to themselves.

There were matteresses on the floor. We used our own sheets and pillows. My matteress was exactly in front of the door. When we weren’t praying in the mosque, we would be lying or sitting in our room. 

One woman’s husband would poke his head inside the room at odd hours (when you were least expecting it), and catch us in various poses of lying, or sitting. The correct thing was to knock at the door, and call his wife. None of the other men did this except for this man.

I would be lying in front of the door, and the first person he looked at was me. For me the situation was highly intolerable. After suffering silently for a few days, I decided to mention it in front of his wife. I spoke hesitatingly, “Can you ask Brother (all men are considered brothers) that he should knock, and call you to the door?”

The woman flew into a rage, “What do you think he comes to look at you?” I wasn’t expecting her dramatic response. I was mortified. With red cheeks I couldn’t utter a word. I took to covering  myself with top sheet from head to toe, while we were in Madina. Luckily in Mecca I stayed with another group of women, and had no such problem.

 I kept the above episode from my husband till we came back home. I didn’t want my husband to feel angry during Haj, over what I suffered.




Write a new post in response to today’s one-word prompt. 


The Last Stone

The stone will simply say;  

In the name of God, Who is Merciful

Here lies …….

Date of death ………

Where my last remains will be buried, I don’t know?

I can’t foretell. Will I be buried alongside my husband in his ancestral village? Or here in Houston? Or in Saudi Arabia, if I am on a visit to my daughter? That remains to be seen.

I don’t want to make a choice, so as not to make any difficulty for my children. I have heard that in Saudi Arabia they pour chemicals on a dead body so that it disintegrates quickly, and the grave is left to another dead body. Obviously that is too horrible to contemplate. I hope God in His Infinite Mercy doesn’t let me have that fate. Ameen.



Immortalized in Stone

Your personal sculptor is carving a person, thing or event from the last year of your life. What’s the statue of and what makes it so significant?


Out of Reach

My past life becomes blurred as the years pass. I don’t look back except when the daily prompt wants me to recall a memory. I live in the present and hope my future is better. If it doesn’t get better at least it shouldn’t get worse than the one I am living now.

Wishing all Muslims a very Happy Eid-ul-Adha.

My son-in-law FJ sent me a link to Fluffy’s show. It’s hilarious.


Out of Reach

Write about the one X that got away — a person, an experience, a place you wanted to visit. How much would you change about your life to have it within reach again?



 إِنَّنَا سَمِعْنَا مُنَادِيًا يُنَادِي لِلْإِيمَانِ أَنْ آمِنُوا بِرَبِّكُمْ فَآمَنَّا ۚ رَبَّنَا فَاغْفِرْ لَنَا ذُنُوبَنَا وَكَفِّرْ عَنَّا سَيِّئَاتِنَا وَتَوَفَّنَا مَعَ الْأَبْرَارِ

رَبَّنَا وَآتِنَا مَا وَعَدْتَنَا عَلَىٰ رُسُلِكَ وَلَا تُخْزِنَا يَوْمَ الْقِيَامَةِ ۗ إِنَّكَ لَا تُخْلِفُ الْمِيعَادَ

Above are the two Ayats 193- 194 from the Quran, Surah Al Imran (Chapter 3)

These are about seeking forgiveness from God. Here is the translation by Abdullah Yusaf.

193- “Our Lord! We have heard, the call of one calling

(Us) to Faith, “Believe ye  In the Lord,” and we

Have believed. Our Lord! Forgive us our sins,

Blot out from us, our iniquities, and take

To Thyself our souls, in the company of the righteous”

194- “Our Lord! Grant us, what Thou didst promise

Unto us through Thy Messengers, and save us from shame

On the Day of Judgement; for Thou never breakest Thy promise.”

When I would read the Quran, and came upon some Ayats (verses) I made saying them a part of my daily life. The above two Ayats I repeat with myself once after Fajr (Morning) Prayers, and then again before sleeping at night.

This came about twelve years ago. Before that although I had read the Quran hundreds of times I had not made these Ayats part of my daily life.

Some relatives of ours went every year during Ramadan (the thirty days fast) to Khana Kaaba (The House of God), to which Muslims turn their faces when praying. It was built by the Prophet Ibrahim (Peace be upon him) in Mecca, Saudi Arabia.

I really felt envious of them. I thought of them as lucky people getting to spend time in a Holy place, and reaping great rewards from God; where as I was stuck in my own home. I felt in terms of prayers they had a greater edge on me.

I tried my best to get my (late) husband to agree to spend at least one Ramadan in Mecca, but my dear, darling husband refused. I was disappointed, but what could I do? Nothing.

Imagine my surprise when my those relatives came back that year, and told me their dream when they were in Kaaba. In the dream they are standing beside the Kaaba when they saw me in beautiful robes in the company of similarly dressed people passing closely by them.

I realized that was God’s way of telling me, that prayers does reach Him where ever they are done, irrespective of time, and place.

Forgive and Forget?

Share a story where it was very difficult for you to forgive the perpetrator for wronging you, but you did it — you forgave

Stone Faces

My daughter sent me this photo sometime back. You will come across it, when you travel to Madina in Saudi Arabia by road.

The stones look like giant faces turned skywards. Did someone arranged them this way, or is it a work of nature? I think it is the later.

Still if one is having fanciful thoughts:  someone must have used magic to turn some living humans into those faces, turned to the sky—- looking upwards——-confused at what happened to them.

What do you think?



There are 26 letters in the English language, and we need every single one of them. Want proof? Choose a letter and write a blog post without using it. (Feeling really brave? Make it a vowel!)

Break the Silence

When was the last time you really wanted (or needed) to say something, but kept quiet? Write a post about what you should’ve said.

The Prophet Muhammad’s resting place. Masjid Nabwi, Madina, Saudi Arabia. (Photo by FJ)

Thank you Ben for the prompt, otherwise I wouldn’t be writing this.

About three days earlier I came upon a post. I have this question to ask: Why are you misquoting God’s book?

Are you not lying?

What I don’t understand: Why are people so afraid of Islam, that they resort to mudslinging the Prophet Muhammad ( peace be upon him), and God’s book Quran?

They change the meaning to their own contorted version and lies.

Why do you blame Islam and the Quran, when you come across those who follow the path of darkness, and are friends of Satan?
I don’t think any religion teaches evilness.

Why do you drag Islam, the Quran, the Prophet and all innocent Muslims when an evil person does something?
Your intention should be to draw attention to the crime not to degrade all Muslims.

Why not simply say the name or names of those who commit a crime?

When are you going to stop?

Is there a limit?

Break the Silence

Three in a Row

Daily Prompt: A Tale of Two Cities
If you could split your time evenly between two places, and two places only, which would these be?

The prompt calls for two cities only, but I can’t. It has to be a tale of three cities.

I have to divide my time between three cities, Sugar Land, Riyadh and Peshawar. In the first two cities abide my children, and in Peshawar lies my own home.

Sugar Land is a suburb of Houston.

Houston, Texas, USA.

Sugarland, Houston, Texas.

Riyadh, Saudi Arabia.

Peshawar, Pakistan.

Peshawar, Riyadh and Sugarland
Three in a row it has to be
Symbolize home, daughter and son
All of them are important to me
I can’t let go one of them
They are my past, future and me

Three in a Row