I REVERTED TO ISLAM BECAUSE OF A MAN WHO HAD ALZHEIMER’S

My name is Cassie. I am 23 years old. I graduated as a qualified nurse this year and was given my first position as a home nurse. My patient was an English gentleman in his early 80’s who suffered from Alzheimer’s. In the first meeting I was given the patient’s record and from it I could see that he was a convert to the religion of Islam, therefore he was a Muslim. I knew from this that I would need to take into account that some modes of treatment may go against his faith, and therefore try to adapt my care to meet his needs. I brought in some ‘halal’

I CHOSE TO BE MUSLIMAH INSTEAD OF A NUN

I was raised in a religious Christian family. At that time, Americans were more religious than they are now—most families went to church every Sunday, for example. My parents were involved in the church community. We often had ministers (Protestant “priests”) in the house. My mother taught in Sunday school, and I helped her.  I must have been more religious than other children, although I don’t remember being so. For one birthday, my aunt gave me a Bible, and my sister a doll. Another time, I asked my parents for a prayer book, and I read it daily for many years. When I was in junior high school (middle school),

An Example of a Mother’s Patience

In Surat al-‘Asr, Allah says, {Verily, man is in loss, except those who believe and do good deeds and encourage one another towards truth and encourage one another towards patience}.(104:2-3) Patience is a sign of the Muslim character. I know a lady who taught me a great deal. She probably does not even know how much she affected me, for it was not anything she said. It was purely her actions. This lady had a daughter who was about 11 or 12 years old. She had been sick for a few years. The young girl had been taken to the hospital because her heart and lungs were giving out on

As Long As You Are Not Angry With Me Then I Do Not Care

As long as You are not angry with me then I do not care, For me is the model of Musab bin Umayr, The best dressed man in the city, But that was for him a state of pity. Until there came to him the Message, All did he leave of his privilege, For the sake of Allah and His Beloved. As long as You are not angry with me then I do not care, For I think of Bilal when his chest was bare, On the burning sand did they make him lie, Until he thought he was going to die. They crushed him with rocks in the blazing

How Najma Taught Us How To Live

Najma Yasmin Gani from South London passed away at the age of 34 on 10 March 2012 after a six-year battle with leukaemia (blood cancer). Babar Ahmad writes about the correspondence he exchanged with her from prison during the final months of her life. The first letter I received from Najma was in October 2010. Enclosed with the letter was some money and words of encouragement for me. At the end of her letter were a couple of lines requesting that I pray for her, since she was in the final stages of acute myeloid leukaemia. I wrote back to Najma thereby starting a cycle of correspondence that was to