Thanks to my Dear Hubby’s dare,
I started this website five years ago today,
With the intention to share my book reviews,
Instead it’s evolved in a different way.
Category: On a Personal Note
Art ☁ Lovely Lulu Wishing You a Happy New Hijri Year
My 1437 Hijri Year Prayer from Me to YOU (*^_^*)
Article ☁ Yoga Helps Me as a Muslim
‘Moving about is one of the best methods to prevent substances [clogs caused by amassed substances] the chance to accumulate. Moving heats the organs and dissipates surplus substances stopping them from accumulating with time. The body will also get used to feeling energetic and light through physical activity [practised after digestion] and would optimise the intake of food, firm up the joints and strengthen the muscles and ligaments. Moderate physical activity [which gives cheeks [a red] colour and nourishes the body] immunises the body against most ailments and mood changes, providing the activity is done at the right time and under proper circumstances.’
~ ‘Prophetic Medicine’ by Imâm Ibnul Qayyim Al-Jawziyyah رضي الله عنه
Stephen King Fan Faces ☁ The Wind through the Keyhole
I thought it’d be different, fun and personal to get out of my comfort zone and share something Stephen King aficionados, avid readers and bibliophiles would appreciate.
My Atypical Eid Greeting
Ramadân bids us farewell and Eid is here to embrace us, ♡ I Ask ALLÂH ﷻ to Accept and Reward Our Fasting, Good Deeds and Prayers and to Aromatise Our Tongues, Minds, Hearts, Souls and Lives Indefinitely and Infinitely with HIS Love, Light and Blessings on HIS Special Occasion and Until We Return to HIM ﷻ ♡
Poem ☁ A Symbol of My Love ~ My Declaration
The inspiration for this simple poem came to me on Saturday, 8th October 2005, after the comments, looks and [mis]treatments (and questions) I received because of my ḥijâb in London after the 7/7 bombings.
Poem ☁ Through the Eyes of a Raven (II)
My late father Maher Abdullah (Allâh Yirĥamu) was amongst those who encouraged me to consider writing poetry seriously instead of merely secreting them away in the lonely confines of folders on my computer.
Through the Eyes of a Raven was the first poem my Dad (Allâh Yirĥamu) constructively criticised, which I wrote in April 2003.
Sadly, he wasn’t able to read the outcome, which never would’ve been possible without his constructive critique and valuable input.
