I love Apple, I love books, I love Islam - and that should probably give you a rough idea of what I'm like - a mixture of the 21st century fused with the 18th and 19th. I want to major in English and Psychology, inshaAllah. I love writing. I love teaching. I love to talk, and I love to work. I prefer to spend my days sleeping and my nights reading. I love Jane Austen, Louisa May Alcott, the Brontë sisters, Charles Dickens, Elizabeth Gaskell, and almost every other writer of classic literature.
The only way to love what Allah and His Messenger love is to learn what they love, reflect & appreciate it, and give up what they don’t love
We forget that our parents were once our age; they had hopes and dreams, laughed and cried till the early hours of the morning and once loved hopelessly. Like us, they were once in the embraces of youth, which they thought would last forever. At times they infuriate the hell out of us, but underneath it all they are human. Human and hopelessly flawed. Dictated not by logic, but by fear and love. Give em a break. Forgive them their flaws. Please.
Whenever I have to do chores that I don’t want to do or don’t like to do, I keep a constant reminder in my head: I am pleasing my mother; therefore, I am pleasing Allah.
And this alone makes me work harder and work to perfection.
Later on, I see my mother’s smiling face and I know that Allah is certainly pleased with me.
Insha’Allah it stays this way.
Insha’Allah these little chores are the good deeds that wipe out my bad deeds.