Alhamdulillah, Ramadan is upon us once again. I sit here now, reflecting on my previous two Ramadans, and pondering about...

The death of a seed is the onset of a shoot's life; the death of living fruits or animals in the human stomach is the beginning of their rising to the level of human life. As a seed sown in the grown becomes a tree in the world of the air, so a man who is laid in the earth will surely produce the shoots of an everlasting life in the Intermediate Realm.

“What’s the evil eye? Isn’t it superstition! You actually believe that there’s such a thing?” “Wait…. did you just say...

You judge me by what's on my head, So convinced by the rumors which the channels spread. You call me imprisoned, you call me oppressed, merely because of the way I'm dressed. How little do you know about with what I've been blessed.