An open letter to (beloved) Ramadhan

Words can never be enough to describe how I am feeling right now as you are leaving us… again. Dejavu. If you were tangible, I would hug you so tightly, struggling to let you go off from my arms. This year, you’ve meant too much to me because of the things that I thought I…

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You are my paradise

I watched her afar still wondering how she does it everyday, when I can hardly feel my feet on the ground, when I am hardly able to straighten my back, when I am barely holding on to the fight against myself and my nafs. It’s no wonder paradise is beneath a mother’s feet, for the…

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