The Most Important Call

Asalam alaikum!

Just sharing this cute video of a little American girl apparently hearing the azaan for the first time.

In many ways I feel I relate to this little girl. And may be we all will, in the way that we go through life wide eyed, following the most important of all calls and the inherent need to find the way back to our Creator.

If only we could keep our eyes open and ourselves stern enough to know that this is our most important calling and everything else just doesn’t matter..




There’s Nothing Like Wrong Timing, Only Perfect Timing

In the name of Allah, The Light


A picture is not always what it seems. Some pictures become clear when you look at them from far away. In fact they are meant to be looked from far away. From up close they are nothing more than forms and shapes

Life is like that sometimes. You never know what a particular piece of your life means until you see it from a good distance, from a point in the future or from the eyes of a friend or even a stranger. It looks like time used the colors of your soul and the blood from your wounds to paint this masterpiece with its bare hands. And you are in awe of it once you are viewing it from the perfect spot. Every drop was worth it.

There were times in my life I regretted to death. Memories that haunt me and words that hate me because they had what we call consequences. But I have figured I was looking at it from the wrong side of time. I was putting the piece of puzzle in the wrong spot.

You beat yourself into insanity thinking you could have done this or shouldn’t have said that otherwise it wouldn’t be such a mess. Yet the Prophet (saw) has told us :-

“What missed you was not meant to befall you and what befell you was not meant to miss you” [At Tirmidhi]

I never came to term with this thought until now. I am looking at that picture time painted and hearing it whisper to me -”beautiful huh?”

The perfection of it all makes one wonder about the sequence of life. Are we moving ahead in time or is life meeting us on its way back? Did consequences just already know they were blessings? Indeed how wonderful are the affairs of the believers. It’s like the future and the past are in it together. And we are their little private joke.

Must Be Magic….

In the name of Allah, The All Knowing


This world is unbearable at times. Its just utterly disgusting. You would look around and wonder why you are even here. It’s a prison for sure but I admit I’m guilty of feeling this only when I’m down. At other times its alright.

When I was a kid there was something magical about this place. As is with kids, they find awesomeness even in the most mundane of things. And I had a lot of help from fantasy shows and fairy tales and timeless stories. All of it made me eager to have my own magical moment. An encounter with a wizard or discovering a fairy world somewhere in the garden or may be finding a lamp with a genie inside or meeting a talking animal. Or when I laid in my bed every night looking at the stars may be just may be an alien will appear and take me on a tour to different planets in the sky and they will be named toyland and candistan with its rivers of chocolate and mountains of cotton candy, unicornia! (Okay I just made up those names)

And then something crazy happened. I grew up. The definition of magic changed. Now the hopes of finding Thumbelina turned into hopes of becoming a millionaire, rolling in my own vault of gold coins, having my own amusement park (did I say grown up?) Having a cool set of friends, seeing the world, experiencing every kind of food there is, discovering unknown places, finding that one true love then being his world (Yes I’m kind of preposterous)

But the truth is being grown up was, if anything, boring. What with all the weight of the world on your feeble shoulders!! It was all a bluff and yet I was hoping against hope. What I have noticed is whether you are a child or an adult, magic means the same thing to you – Something impossible. And since kids are much more imaginative than us, their ideas just seem so far off that they are ridiculous. But who is to say what seems impossible has to be ridiculous or even false?

Image Credit - NASA

The Horsehead Nebula – NASA

When I read about how the angel Jibreel met the Prophet (saw) and told him to “Recite” and everything that followed, it still blows my mind. It brings back the memories of a distant hope I once savored. Like finding out that this life is anything but devoid of magic. There’s truth in magic and magic in truth. It’s full of infinite possibilities. And the greatest of all is to find the way to the One who created you. Impossibilities are just a reflection of our own minds and as long as the next moment exists, hope exists.

When I accepted Islam I was just being a rational grown up who had found satisfying answers for the intellectual questions that plagued my mind. And it felt right to me. But there’s nothing rational about taking a leap of faith and leaving your old life behind. That’s the thing about magic and miracles. They don’t care about your own ideas about them. They find you anyway.

“One of the strange things about living in the world is that it is only now and then one is quite sure one is going to live forever and ever and ever. One knows it then for a moment or so. And one knows it sometimes when one stands by oneself in a wood at sunset and the mysterious deep gold stillness slanting through and under the branches seems to be saying slowly again and again something one cannot quite hear, however much one tries. Then sometimes the immense quiet of the dark blue at night with the millions of stars waiting and watching makes one sure; and sometimes a sound of far-off music makes it true; and sometimes a look in someone’s eyes.”

–The Secret Garden by Frances Hodgson Burnett