Knowledge, Poetry

It seems the Day is nearing

I shall run out of time I keep fearing

For in my race to succeeding

I fall short in commandments ordering


Eeman Boosters- 1

geography, Knowledge, Ramblings

As Muslims we believe that everything happens according to Allah’s plan and will. Never in my wildest dreams would I have imagined that my teaching Geography would have a relation/ connection on my faith to the Almighty.

I never thought that it could increase my Eeman

I never thought that I would appreciate this faith so much

I never imagined that it could lead me to affirming my Rabb’s Lordship


أشهد أن لا إله الله و أشهد أن محمد عبده و رسـوله

I attest that none has the right to be worshiped except Allah and that Muhammad is His servant and messenger.



Family, Ramblings

“An attitude of gratitude”

We all have those good days and bad days. I’d like to think we are allowed to- after all that’s what makes us human. Like many of you out there, we always always find something or the other to make us annoyed and fret about.  So like you out there, reading this post – ironically in between all those mooning and moaning I do spit out Alhamdulillah as often as I remember.


Poetry, Ramblings

Everything She does

Seems to be out of the blue

Contrary to what is said

Contrary to what is expected


Everything she does

Seems strange yet true

Contrary to the norm

Contrary to what is accepted


Everything She says

Seems misunderstood

Contrary to what is professed

Contrary to the way expressed


Everything She does,

Seems strange



Everywhere she goes,

She ends up a lone brick

The red camel

The needle in the haystack

The black sheep

Amongst the herd of white

Her attire is different,

Her speech dignified,

For the place that she seeks

Is she hopes within reach.

She feels a misfit

Amongst her band of comfits

For though

She seems to be one of the flock,

She ends up standing out

For though

She tries to blend in,

She ends up a blossoming bud

For though

She tries to fit in

She ends up singled out


She can’t help but feel

How She fails to belong

She can’t help but be glad

When she stumbles across the words below


“Fa-Tuba Lil-Ghurabaa”

Glad tidings to the strangers!