As she walked with slow but steady steps down the street towards he Masjid, she looked like the ‘ideal Muslimah’: gaze lowered, well-covered, tall, strong, and confident. She had come a long way to get to this stage; hers was a story of a rise, a fall, and a rise again. How did she get to this stage? This is how it all started…
Continue ReadingA smile in passing, an “Assalamu ‘alaykum†when our paths would cross and an occasional “whats-up-with-you?†was the limit of our contact.
Continue ReadingWhen I first started covering, I just wanted to do it so badly that I couldn’t hold it off any longer. In fact, I hadn’t planned anything at all.
Continue ReadingWe are surrounded by a world which beautifies everything around us such that it leads to an eternity of misery and remorse.
Continue ReadingWhat led me to this path? I would love to say that I accepted it from my own accord, but I had nothing to do with it since it was only through the Mercy of Allah that I consciously became a Muslim. We always say things like “I chose this religion†but it is in fact Allah who chooses us; it is Allah who guides us to the straight path.
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