Oh Dear Heart, Let Arafah Move You…
Oh dear heart, tomorrow is Arafah. And no, you’re not in Ihram. You’re not under the sun on that sacred plain. You will probably be at home, preparing a meal…
Oh dear heart, tomorrow is Arafah. And no, you’re not in Ihram. You’re not under the sun on that sacred plain. You will probably be at home, preparing a meal…
Oh dear heart, I know you’ve been showing up sincerely. Doing what you can. Staying focused. Keeping it quiet and steady. But today, let me tell you something we don’t…
Oh dear heart, not everything has to be public. Not every act of worship needs to be spoken about, posted, or shared. In fact, some of the most beautiful things…
Oh dear heart, you don’t have to pretend you’re unaffected. You don’t have to numb it or explain it away. You’re allowed to feel. You’re allowed to sit in the…
Oh dear heart, you know sometimes we hold ourselves to such a high standard that when we slip, we immediately start disqualifying ourselves. One missed sunnah prayer, one rushed fast,…
Oh dear heart, I know you sometimes wonder if it’s enough. The way you show up for people. The way you keep giving. The way you choose silence when you…
Oh dear heart, it’s here. Dhul Hijjah. The best ten days of the year. And this time, you’re not dragging yourself into it. You’re not worn out. You’re not lost.…
This could be the night that holds more weight than a thousand months…the night your name is written among those who are forgiven….the night your duas rise, and the gates…
Eid is near. We can feel it, the planning, the buzz, the outfits, the food prep, the family calls, the group chats waking up again. The aroma of celebration is…
Ramadan is almost over, and I know some people are already praying for more days in Ramadan or just wishing every day will be like Ramadan, that bittersweet realisation creeping…
There is something about sujood that words can never fully capture. It’s more than just a physical act, it’s a moment of complete surrender, where your heart finds what it…
Some days, my heart feels like it’s carrying more than it should. The weight of everything, life, motherhood, marriage, expectations, sits quietly on my chest. I go about the day…