#subhanallah. i don't know how i made it out

[scurvyratt]

Oz re-watch s1 ep3 thoughts except they aren't very profound and I'm literally typing these out as I watch.

Said walking in on Keane jacking off is so dhfjd. Said is low key funny af.

I just wanna know how Schillinger was allowed to do all this shit to Tobias in broad (day)light lol. Like none of the CO's said anything when he made Tobias lick his boots???

Groves... your creepy and off putting behavior has compelled me... wish he stuck around longer

FEAR THE FIRE

I don't think that they ever quote from the Qu'ran in this show. They just repeat "Allahu Akbar" (Allah is great(er)), "bismillah" (in the name of Allah), "subhanallah" (glory to Allah), and "alhamdulilah"(praise be to Allah), which are very general terms. Like when they chant them all in succession it doesn't really mean anything. I wonder why they chose to do that... maybe to not cause offense? I'm not sure. Or maybe because the Muslims in Oz are more followers of Said rather than Islam? lol.

Kenny excited to meet Said and join the Muslims and then leaving after he realizes that Said's just a dude

The way Ryan set Keane up was kinda stupid af lol

I like how they are concerned about 5 murders rn but as the show goes on they start killing like one person per episode lmao.

The way I'm sitting in the quiet study area of the library snickering to myself as I watch

Miguel getting 15 yrs for what he did is sooo insane. Maritza is kinda real af for helping him beat that old man…. Also I just noticed that the actress who plays Maritza is in oitnb lol.

I really love Miguel's confession with Mukada. Really show cases his ignorance.

I love Hill's spinning cube

K that's it!

[bintadnan]

I just experienced something beautiful that made my day today, Alhamdulillah. I was out to run some errands and I had a snack in my tote which I intended to give away. On my way back, I spotted these two little adorable girls, in their cute hijabs, one evidently younger than the other coming towards my direction. I don't what got hold of me in that moment but I stopped them, pulled out that snack and handed it to the younger girl (she was so cute, Allahumma Barik laha). Her companion tried to ascertain my identity and I told her she didn't know me and I was a stranger to her. But then she inquired my name and SubhanAllah, we shared the same name!! (Let me tell you my name is not that common, it's rare in the community). I could see how our eyes met with the same surprise and spark. She was happy to know this and I was reciprocating the emotion. Now this little girl whom received the snack suddenly burst into tears and started crying loudly. As I was told she was missing her dad who had left for some work (if I remember correctly) and she was flinging her arm, the one holding the snack, as she continued to wail. It hurt my heart to see her in that state. I asked this other girl to take her back home, but the younger one didnt budge and wanted to be taken in the opposite direction. It was apainful the feeling of helpless to part that way. I pray Allah comforts her heart and grant her the safe embrace of her daddy soon. and may He guide both of them to grow in the cradle of this deen, Allahumma Ameen. Sometimes, you randomly come across strangers in your life, and your heart longs to be in their company again, not knowing whether you'll meet them ever again, SubhanAllah. 😭❤

[rozzes]

Dear Islamophobes,

Virtual hugs and kisses

How are you guys what are you doing how's life been treating you and all that type of things for me college has been a bit of beard I don’t know some days it’s really great allergic I just feel like what is happening right now is what is happening, and I don’t know what is but is getting their awesome I do have some I do write notes that are excellent so if you’re interested in that do put comments down below help I sell it for a very low price is math and Spanish notes if you are interested, do right meet down below until then enjoy this and have a great day-night wherever you are in this world.

Today’s topic might be a bit controversial, and it's Religion. I’m Muslim as I’ve mentioned before and that is a huge part of who I am as a human being my life the way I act everything is related to who I am at the heart and that is a Muslim. I know if we don’t we might not share the same religion we might not share the same beliefs you might not even believe in God you might believe in more than one God, but you might learn something new from this article if you decide to go on reading it. The first thing I think everyone sees when they look at me is my hijab and I feel like that is a Muslim identity on its own you would see a woman wearing a scarf in her head, and you say is a hijab is a Muslim is a visual representation of what I believe in the thing that gets many people angry agitated nervous because of the way it's portrayed on television and the way they’ve made this stereotype of who I am. I get so angry I’m the one who should be angry when I see the things they put on TV the way I am forced to wear it the way I go around shooting people or bombing or taking it off for a very basic white boy who is not even that good-looking like honestly desmosome end like that seen on Netflix where a woman was fasting in Ramadan, and she decided to break her fast by taking a shot and saying BismAllah are you serious????!!! The disrespect, but I have to be the nice person I have to be the good representation of Islam, and we do have it as saying that we always need to be better, always need to show them the best side of us, yet it sometimes hurts to be the nice guy while everyone thinks you’re ******* anyway.

On the other hand, these people are still mad at me because I’m wearing the hijab why because I’m restricted I am forced quote unquote but if anyone is restricted as them, I’m restricting them from seeing things that they're used to from seeing things that they want to see I’m not allowing you because it’s my body my choice, and they’d be the most people supporting her body her choice and then when she decides to cover it no no way you decided to cover it, what if I did what you can do Karen and on what are you going to do nothing get mad spit at me try to pull a hijab off trip someone starts shouting racist slurs out loud because you think I’m not from here because I can’t be from here can I what you don't understand is maybe I am maybe she is but does that matter because if you’re racist you’re Islamophobic that's it.

I’m not just going to talk about the visual identity things that are so you saying all the time sometimes it will slip out of me like MashaaAllah which means wow, but I don’t want to jinx you or InshAllah like I hope God allows it if it’s good for you, I hope he does make it come true or if I say something that is so beautiful, and I use super SubhanAllah like wow how is that even possible or Alhamdulillah which is thanking God for the way I am, or the way things went or things that are going a certain way, and it just always comes to head. Twakul called another word, which means fully giving into the flow that God allows whatever it is the flow of money the flaw success the flow work my life in general just going the way God wants it to go I will have that because if God wants to allow it no matter how hard you work it won’t happen it won’t be for the good so if your heart does not feel like it's a good thing to do just don’t do it, cut it off.

Many situations come to mind or in certain moments in life and I remember this area or that quote or that draw Anne I feel how beautiful my religion is how connected I am even though I struggle I struggled so much with prayers five times a day you probably know that I struggled so much with it some days I don’t feel like doing it sometimes I skip one, and I keep thinking about it like what if I just prayed it what would have happened to me nothing I would have been happier, and I wouldn’t have felt this guilty, so I try harder the next day because honestly, I feel like this life is not worth it, the things we see on TV the news we see I truly believe that we’ll find something better after this one is done, and I hope it’s done fast, but I want to live, but I hope it’s dumb fast you know I’m saying I’m just incredibly grateful for being who I am believing in what I believe and doing what I’m doing, and I hope you feel the same whatever it is that to feel, believe, do. Just take some time off and really decide to find whatever it is that will make you happy.

Stay safe lots of love

[uma1ra]

How It All Comes Together…🤲🏻

Start your dua by:

Affirming your belief in Allah SWT - Shahadah.

Asking Him for forgiveness - Istighfar.

Praising Allah SWT - Al-Hamd.

Sending blessings on the Prophet PBUH - Salawaat.

The Prophet PBUH said:

"Indeed, all praise is due to Allah. We praise Him and seek His Help and forgiveness. We seek refuge in Allah from our souls' evils and our wrongdoings. He whom Allah guides, no one can misguide; and he whom He misguides, no one can guide." (Muslim)

Here Is An Example Of How To Prepare For Dua:

Say the Shahada - I bear witness that there is no god except Allah Alone without any partner, and I bear witness that Muhammad is His servant and messenger.

Say Astaghfirullah x 3 - I seek forgiveness from Allah.

Say Alhumdulillah x 3 - praise be to God.

Say Subhanallah x 3 glory be to God.

Say Allahu Akbar x 3 - God is Great.

Say Salallahu Alayhi Wassalam x 3 - peace and blessings upon His Messenger.

Call on Allah with yearning, longing, and being humbled using His Best Name of Al-Hayy (The Ever-Living) Al-Qayyum ( The Self-Sustaining).

Express your need for Him and place all of your hope in Him Alone.

Tell your Lord that you have no one else to turn to and follow the Sunnah of raising your hands when making dua, ideally while in a state of wudu and facing the qibla.

Allah SWT Says:

"Call on your Lord with utter humility and in private" (Quran 7:55)

He SWT also Says:

"And call on Him with fear and longing: surely, the mercy of Allah is near to people of excellence." (Quran 7:56)

Remember…

We should not have fear in our hearts that our dua will not be answered due to our shortcomings or feeling like we are not deserving of it.

We are told that our "longing" for Allah to answer our dua out of His limitless generosity and mercy should overcome that fear.

Calling on Allah SWT for our need is an act of worship, and Allah loves to be called upon.

It is the trickery of shaytaan when he makes us believe that we are not worthy of our dua being accepted. Be careful of having that frame of mind that makes you think you're being humble, when in fact, you're too arrogant to ask your Lord for help. After all, we are nothing without Allah SWT, so do we really think we don't need to ask for His help? The Prophet PBUH taught us that dua is:

"The very essence of worship." (Tirmidhi)

We should be patient and realize that Allah SWT has full knowledge of our problems and is in complete control of our circumstances. He will respond to our dua based on what is best for us and the most appropriate time.

We must persevere in our dua and not give up if we don't get an immediate response.

When our dua is answered, we should remember that Allah SWT knows what is best for us, even if we may dislike the outcome at first.

The Prophet PBUH said:

"The slave will be answered so long as his dua does not entail sin or severing of family ties, and so long as he is not hasty. It was said, ‘What does being hasty mean?’ He said, ‘When he says, 'I made dua, and I made dua, yet I have not seen any response,' so he gets frustrated and stops making dua.’" (Sahih Muslim)

Allah SWT Says:

"Perhaps you would hate a thing while it is good for you, and perhaps you would like something that is bad for you—Allah knows, and you know not." (Quran 2:216)

He SWT also Says:

"Perhaps you would hate a thing, yet Allah places much, much good in it." (Quran 4:19)

Allah SWT will only bestow upon us His good pleasure (rida) and divine care ('inaya); we simply need to ask!

[suhyla]

No question -just a rant if you'll listen! Growing up in the south of the U.S. has made practicing so difficult for no reason. I am now getting back to praying 5 times a day, as (finally), a more independent moved-out adult. Just looking back, there was so many barriers for no reason! My parents are divorced, both remarried, and no one practices or did ever practice for more than a few months at a time. One parent married a convert afterwards. Mental health disorders then affected so many of us. 8 immediate family members and no one is practicing.

My parents didn't want me to face discrimination, or worse, danger being in the south, so I feel like they kept making excuses about everything so me and my siblings would fit in. It is a struggle but still, i wish we embraced who we are. 'You don't have to wear hijab, eating halal food is inconvenient, not all of your friends have to be muslim." "It's okay to make up prayers if you miss them during the day." I think this is true, but I felt like we should be striving to pray at the right times for the benefits. I have only been to a mosque 3x in my life. I have never been friends with another Muslim, ever, and I have no family here.

The American lifestyle of 8 hours a day at school, then going home to work a part time job and do homework, is exhausting, and although it helped me be successful for college, I was so bitter not being able to live how I wanted. Everyone in my family kind of took on this mentality that everyone makes Islam super complicated, and that we can still be muslim living how we want. I think that we should still be able to identify with Islam and our God, but its like everyone just started becoming apathetic.

I think maybe they were frustrated because growing up, they probably faced a lot of things like shame, toxic masculinity, the stress of appearing perfect..so they wanted to distance themselves from that. And they didn't want us to feel controlled. But then they let go of our values!

When it got to college, my mental health was at a devastating low. I chose my college because my siblings went there, they had my major and it is a good school. But i was in depression and didn't have any more thoughts besides that.

My college is gigantic, and to get to classes freshman year, I walked 20 minutes back and forth, and just did homework all day, hung out with friends. Still never met another Muslim.

Now I'm further into college, and although this quarantine is obviously very difficult for everyone, I finally received therapy and have been praying, mainly because I am home a lot and i can. Out of all the people in my life, my therapist, who doesn't even understand the religion and culture at all, said the words that motivated me to actually do something, and have control over my choices.

My bad for the long rant. It is probably pretty confusing but I could talk about this all day.. Please make dua for me to make the lifestyle changes, or move, or something so that I can finally practice the way I want. My choice now has really been stay at home for a majority of the day. So stupid.

Salam sister -

First of all I just want to thank you for sending this in. Hearing about what you've struggled with (and will inshaAllah soon overcome!) has been so inspiring and I want you to know that I'm so so proud of you.

SubhanAllah, I cannot imagine how much Allah must love you, for you to experience this time and time again, and choose to put your relationship with Him at the forefront of your mind regardless of what everyone around you is doing. It's so awesome.

I've seen so many families here try to justify not practicing Islam (and the range in what that looks like is really scary) because it's America, but wallahi people don't understand how short our lives here are. Your soul will live on long after your body ceases to exist, what will we say when they are summoned before Allah and made to answer? What will we say? Allah is the one who created America, its people and customs, and part of this lifestyle is a trial. Are we okay with failing that trial?

And I wanted to tell you - though I may not have gone through exactly the same thing, I see it happening all the time and know this could have easily been me - if Allah hadn't put inside me the desire to know Him and do better and change my environment. This isn't the end of the road. It helps so much to have a friend to talk to, so if you'd like to connect just send me a message inshaAllah (and this applies to anyone else who feels like they have no Muslim friends as well).

Again, I am so so proud of you and i believe in what you're capable of. I know that Allah loves you, because look how much you're striving to build your relationship with Him! MashaAllah, I ask Allah to protect you always, and allow you to make the changes you need to take control of your life.

You got this sis ❤

[therealpurposeoflife]

Salam!

I am about to be 23 and to be honest I am not a very good muslim. I was born in a muslim family, emigrated to Europe when I was nine and have lived here ever since.

We use to live in a small town, I was the only POC in my class and was bullied often. There were no other muslim students. I started wearing the hijab when I was about 11-12. My mom used to encourage me and even get e little angry if I didn't. Sometimes I'll remove it once in school and wear it again coming back home. My aunt sent us two colorful hijab, a blue one with little stars on it and a pink one and I just decided to go for it.

I wore the hijab for six years, but I didn't really believed in God. It was something automatic I used to do. Never committed any major sin, buy was practically a muslim for Ramadan and that's it.

We moved to a bigger city to go to college and I made another muslim friend for the first time. We spent two great years together, it was a huge support. As islamophobia started to rise with multiple horrific incidents that happened all across Europe it became more difficult to wear the hijab. People would scream at me at random places which caused me anxiety and even some panic attacks.

I remember studying philosophy in college and we had a great teacher, he really encouraged us to think for ourselves.

I removed the hijab at that time, I just wanted to blend in and not be able to recognize who I was.

Started uni and hated it. The first two years were a nightmare. We had a lot of family and financial problems. All alone by myself again, no muslim friends.

All the classmates drank every weekend, and then told their stupid stories on Monday. I hated it all. It was just pathetic. Everything that I saw at uni and the more people I met, the more I appreciated Islam. In regards to alcohol, relationships, materialism, everything just reminded me of God.

Two years ago I went to Istambul and discovered how beautiful the religion is, it was the first time I saw a beautiful deleveloped country that is still holding onto their faith. I came back a little different. Started praying more, reading Quran, YT videos, etc.

But for the past two years I am stuck. I know what I want to be but I am not sure how. I often dream of living in a small town in the middle of the desert, and I hear the azaan and start crying.

I have a small group of friends and non of them is muslim. There are two boys also in the group so I don't really share my deep thoughts as I try to avoid non mahram contact as much as possible.

I feel like I am the only one that sees the truth, like they are all blind. I end up juding their behaviour and become bitter and angry sometimes.

I can't really figure out the way to maintain my friendship with non muslim (everybody around me) without judging them or feeling guilty for not being able to "help" them to see the truth.

I probably should go to sleep now.

If you have read this far

thank you✨✨

Walaykum asalam,

Anon i am so, so sorry, I am opening and replying to this after 2+ years. I read all of this and I am so touched that you decided to share this and let it all out. You are amazing, truly amazing subhanAllah. I am in awe of your journey.

If you are reading this PLEASE let’s talk or anon message me again. I hope you are keeping well!

[bintturaab]

During the very last moments of Ramadan, or perhaps after, I was suddenly hit by a very profound realization that really changed my mood towards life, if that even makes any sense.

For the last 5 years, all I've been doing is mourning. People, places, moments, habits, memories. I couldn't get out of my past, I kept living in a world that no longer existed, embracing the ghosts of people who were long gone, cherishing moments that others had probably forgotten about, reliving days that others no longer wanted to return to. For years, nostalgia kept eating me from within, and I couldn't see any escape from it. I hated change. I hated how the old places had a new feel to it, because the old inhabitants had become people I could no longer recognize. I was dangling between what was and what is, and I couldn't come to terms with reality.

I over-romanticised my past, especially the people in my past. My memories always painted them more glorious than they actually were. I built this toxic bubble from which I refused to get out of, to the point that allowing any new person to fill the void that others left behind felt like a betrayal to my memories, like cheating on my past. I couldn't allow myself to love anyone like I loved certain people. And it was... exhausting. So, so emotionally exhausting, constantly longing for something that was beyond the point of return, that was beyond repair.

A number of events that happened, made me realise that I was over-adorning things that weren't like that originally. I couldn't accept change, but it's an inevitable part of life. There is no growth without it. The people in my past were just that - people. Human beings just like me who were no less prone to fitnah. And that was something I had to accept. After the longest time of wanting them back in my life, when I finally did, I understood then that things can never go back to how they were. Because how we all changed was a conscious decision we all made. I cannot undo what they chose to do.

And then, in the last moments of Ramadan, or perhaps after, I came to a profound realization — I wouldn't trade my present for my past. If given the option to give up everything and everyone I've met in these last 5 years, to give up all the experiences no matter how heartbreaking they were, in exchange of having everyone and everything back; I wouldn't do it. I know this for a fact, that I wouldn't. Because no matter how much I loathe what has become of my life, there is so much I've learnt, so much I've experienced, and so many amazing souls I have met and reunited with again — I wouldn't give them up. I wouldn't give any of them up. Because what I have in my present is the result of all the conscious decisions I made. Good and bad, both. I have my regrets, but I have my priceless moments too. And I wouldn't give them up to undo other people's mistakes. That's their burden to bear, not mine.

And subhanAllah, this realisation was so, so liberating. I feel like I can breathe free now. I don't have to tether myself to a life that no longer exists, I don't have to keep being attached to people who are no longer there. I love them, and I always will, but that doesn't have to be all-consuming. I don't have to push people away.

And with this realization came such a beautiful optimism, Alhamdulillah.

لك الحمد يارب على كل حال

All praises are for You, My Lord, in every situation.

[tetrisfinished]

subhanallah

some things are just SO blatantly/blaringly (what's the right word here) obvious that there was legitimate and deliberate divine intervention in this moment that i can't not talk about it.

one such instance happened yesterday.

wait, before i go into this - of course there is divine intervention. of course it is legitimate and deliberate. i'm not here to say these things are only playing in the background when it's NOT blatantly obvious (or perhaps not blatantly obvious right away). that is not what i meant by my first blurb. r/clarification :p

anyway. yesterday was a gorgeous day. yasir was out of the house for his "field work" and was going to be gone all day i.e. pickup from daycare duties fall on me. since it was so beautiful yesterday, i decided instead of calling a cab (which is what i normally do), i would take a walk and bring esa back myself.

when i was 2 minutes away from the daycare, i got a call from the daycare and esa's teacher told me he'd had a massive vomit. and this is totally uncharacteristic of esa (and i suspect most kids, unless they have an overly active reflux/etc). the daycare's policy on this is that if it's a huge vomit and they suspect something is up, the kid needs to be sent home right away and can't be back until 48 hours later. today is friday, so he'll be going back inshallah on monday which is totally fine for me.

anyway, so i picked him up and esa proceeded to continue to have maybe 6 or 7 more tiny vomits for the remainder of the night as we cycled through his clothes and tried to give him water etc. he didn't eat anything else for the remainder of the night except right before bed he had a couple of sips of yogurt (the drink kind that comes in tiny bottles for kids).

after he fell asleep (in our bed), around the 20-ish minute mark, he threw up the last bit of yogurt also. onto the bed.

so i quickly put his new bedsheet on his brand new mattress and undid my bed and lay down with him on his mattress to sleep. then he was down for the night, first night EVER on his brand new mattress. just like that. he slept through the night (as is usual for him) without missing a beat that he wasn't in his crib (my heart just couldn't put him in his crib last night although i was contemplating it a lot) because even though he'd sleep, i knew it would be a lot of crying before he'd let himself sleep.

in any case, what's the big deal here? what's the divine intervention?

i recently purchased a toddler bed for esa and the mattress that happened to be in my room was there because it actually is esa's brand new mattress for his toddler bed. but i was, frankly, just in my head and ready to push esa to his absolute limit staying in his crib. not because it's good for him but because i couldn't get out of my own head about how difficult it would be for him and me just not wanting to face that challenge yet.

but thanks to him getting sick - the shitty thing that happened, the transition NATURALLY fell into place! and now today at this very moment, he's taking his nap on the mattress!

and i cannot believe how easy Allah made this transition for me (and for esa). and perhaps it was never going to be as big a challenge as i'd made it out to be in my head, but now i will never know because he's sleeping in it right now!

now that the transition from crib to mattress is (in my mind) complete - i can finally throw away his crib and change table and assemble the bed. i don't have to worry about him not using it or just getting in my own head.

subhanallah this task that i was dreading so hard was made so easy for me...there is a reason for everything. my kid got sick but this is such an amazing byproduct that....i can't even be all that upset. ESPECIALLY since this morning he woke up and had a lot of milk and some cereal and seemed to be doing more or less his normal amount of monkey business. so SHUKAR ALHUMDULILLAH....he seems to be fine!

i mean. i know this sounds like a tiny thing and i'm sure i'll someday read this back and roll my eyes at my own silliness for making a mountain out of a molehill transition for my kid, but today it feels like a gift from Allah for my kid and i just can't not be grateful for this.

[shia-revert17]

Where did you find contradictions in Sunni teachings? I'm just very curious & wanna learn more about your perspective. Hope I don't offend you.

Once again, I don’t know why people think I would be offended by this. 

A short answer would be “everywhere”. Once you study the Shia teachings you see contradictions everywhere with the Sunni teachings. Starting from the first revelation received by our Holy Prophet (pbuh&hf), where the Sunnis claim that he was confused and didn’t know what to do, all the way to his martyrdom. There are contradictions upon contradictions. And most if not all of them are truly heartbreaking if you’re a lover of our Beloved Prophet (pbuh&hf).

The list is endless but I’ll try to give you a few examples.

When I first started learning about Shiism, one of the things I really admired about the Shia teachings is that they have a lot more respects for the Prophets (as) in general as compared to Sunnis. From my understanding, according to the Sunnis, Allah (swt) just chose someone from a community who had a good character and personality and made him a prophet. Whereas the Shias claim that the Prophets (as) of Allah (swt) were chosen long before that and were well aware of their mission when they came to this world. Sunnis don’t really have a concept of infallibility, and if they do I was never taught about it even though I studied Islamic history and teachings for quite some time in school (of course we were only taught the Sunni version).

Another major contradiction would be the fact that the Sunnis raise the status of the companions of our Prophet (pbuh&hf) as if they were angels. The first three caliphs, (may Allah’s everlasting curse be upon them), are viewed as the “rightly guided caliphs” or “khulfa-e-rashideen”. Even though they were the roots of oppression that fell upon the Holy Household of our Beloved Prophet (pbuh&hf). And SubhanAllah, the amazing thing is that you can prove all this using the hadith books that our Sunni brothers claim to be “sahih”.

I still remember when I first read the Islamic history in detail in my class I was really looking forward to the chapter about the caliphate of Imam Ali (as) because even back then he was my favorite among the companions of the Holy Prophet (pbuh&hf) but I was disappointed and heartbroken to find out that his caliphate was taken up by civil wars and political tension during that time. It didn’t make sense to me why it quite happened like that but we were discouraged to ask such questions because “that’s just how things happened”. But once I learned the true history of how the “sahaba” betrayed our Master Imam Ali (as), it made a lot more sense. 

The way Sunnis view the tragedy of Karbala is another thing that I still don’t quite understand. It is not given much importance and usually people try not to focus on it too much. The only sense I can make out of this is that if more people realize what happened at Karbala, they would question other things that they have been taught.

And the list goes on and on. Take the battle of Uhud for example, the Sunnis will go out of their way to defend something that the “sahaba” did. Because you know the sahaba can’t make any mistakes but when it comes to Messengers and Prophets of Allah (swt), they have no problem with it. Another thing I realized when studying Shiism is that, the companions that the Sunnis love (Abu Bakr (LA), Umar (LA, Usman (LA)). You can find traces of hadith which raise question marks on these cursed personalities even in sunni books. However, I never found a single hadith or event against Imam Ali (as). He was always there for the religion of Islam.

“Ali is with truth, and truth is with Ali”

P.S. Before any of the sunni brothers or sisters come to me with this. There might be some hadith narrated by Aisha in the sahih books which might prove my statement wrong (about there being no hadith or narrtions against Imam Ali (as)) but why would you take the word of the cursed woman who waged war against Imam Ali (as).

[tereishqnachaya]

you talking about Hareem? LOL! .. Khair... moving on.. yeah absolutely, would love to see her win the lux one, Mahira gonna get the hum ones for sure!but I really don't know, Mannu was definitely a great acting performance, but there was so much ridiculation of MM on SM, I'm not sure what the general vibe about Maya is atm.. Sajal's also got a strong following.. but all my fingers crossed for Maya.. and Subhanallah on that one nomination Sanam earned, love Obi, but his Harib wasn't worth it..

Not just Hareem but she’s at the forefront xD

I am under the impression that MM was a good move for Maya because she got love from the masses. But then I hear people saying how she was such a turnoff. So idk HOW to ultimately judge MM. It was definitely a ratings success, a failure critically, ruled the social media for weeks. I didn’t like the show, in fact I hated it, but Maya was SO good as Mannu so I’ll just take MM as a success for her. No idea about Sajjal.

The categories which would’ve suited Sanam were Best OST and Best Jodi. HOW DID THEY MISS BEST JODI FOR SANAM?! How did they nominate Meekal-Kubra for SeM and NOT OsMaya for Sanam?! They were the best thing about that show and their chemistry was never better than in Sanam. Meekal-Kubra toh didn’t even have a love track in the show, it was all a fantasy! Obi for Best Actor for Sanam? He wasn’t terrible but he wasn’t all that good either. It didn’t even come close to his Wali.

Whatever.  It’s not like Hum Awards ever made any sense :)) Out of all if there’s a jodi I want to win, It’s Hamza-Maya. I hope Hamza’s zillion fans make him win in every category he’s nominated in xD

[bintturaab]

What are the best things about your mom?

Ah man. Where do I begin?

One thing that completely blows me away about her is her level of patience and tolerance. The things she has tolerated and patiently bore in life without going insane or having to take anti-depressants really amazes me SubhanAllah. The trials in her life did leave a physical impact on her but it is solely her mental strength and her imaan that has gotten her this far, and I admire that so much about her. I don't think I would've lasted if I was in her place. Heck, I think I would've just walked away from half the things she chose to stay behind for. Whether anyone sees or appreciates her sacrifices or not, Allah عز وجل sees it all. He is Ash-Shaheed and Ash-Shakūr, and I pray He عز وجل gives her the best in the aakhirah.

One of the absolute best things about her that always fills my heart with so much love, is my mother's instantaneous acceptance of the truth, without any arguments, even if she is unable to follow it instantaneously. Never has my mother ever argued about something being haqq, after evidences were presented to her and properly explained, even when it went against everything she previously believed and grew up practicing. I have seen my father being a bit stubborn initially, my brother trying to make up justifications before finally accepting, my acquaintances just rejecting because it doesn't align with their limited intellects, but never my mother. She feels sad that sometimes she isn't able to follow everything, she feels sad at her weakness in some areas, but she never tries to justify her weakness or her inability. And she will even defend it publicly when anyone raises doubts, and always tells me I should be more outspoken about the haqq and never fear the blame of the blamers. May Allah immensely reward her for that, ameen.

Another of her best qualities is how level headed and calm she is in the face of calamities. SubhanAllah I have never come across anyone who is able to assess the situation amidst a flood of chaos, never losing faith or hope in Allah, and coming up with the smartest options and wisest plan of action. My father is the one who freaks out and doesn't know how to handle when things become a mess, my mother is the rock that keeps us together and brings us to the shore, barakAllahu feeha.

I love, love, love her willingness and readiness to help people especially financially. My mother has always lived the life of a princess because of the position of my grandfather, and after marrying my father, things were hard for some time but Alhamdulillah Allah blessed them with everything and my dad does his best to give his family everything he can. Yet even in her worst times she was satisfied and she never complained. She never made my father feel like he was anything less because of their financial differences, and she remained patient till he got back on his own two feet again and has everything that he has now. We're pretty well off Alhamdulillah but SubhanAllah, if you see my mother, you'd think that we're struggling financially, the way she is so careful about where and how she spends her money. I remember when she'd tell me off for spending too much, and I'd ask her what's the problem because we can clearly afford it. She would always tell me that how can we spend so much on luxuries when there are so many people around us who lack basic necessities? I once asked her that why does she refrain from getting things she wants when she can easily get it, she told me that when people complain to her about their sufferings, she can't make herself live that kind of life. So she'd rather live with what's necessary and give the rest to those who truly need it. And for the last 24 years of my life, I've never seen my mother be extravagant, and I've never seen her refuse anyone who came to her for help. She cut down her own expenses so she could financially help out literally whoever in need she knows. I've learnt so much about giving and helping others from her, and I admire this about her so much.

I'm also very grateful for her limitless love for me, and the way she's dealt with me over the years with so much love and understanding instead of throwing me out of the house 😂😂 She's always been so accepting of all my crazy and all the crazy that has been my life thus far, I love her so much for that 😂😭❤ Alhamdulillah, honestly.

I could go on and on, and it'll never end. May Allah bless her and grant her rivers in Jannah for every tear that has escaped her eyes due to all the pain that she has endured till now. Allahumma ameen.