Why am I still not married?

Why am I still not married? by S Farooq I remember the chagrin and inner turmoil of being single and hopeful of marriage, back during my early twenties!   Even after almost a decade of marriage, I still vividly remember the constant roller-coaster of emotions that the heart experiences every time a marriage proposal is negotiated.   One thinks: Is this the one?   Will this family/person be my future spouse/in-laws?   Sometimes the marriage negotiation process painstakingly goes on for months, only to culminate in nothing. Up go one’s dreams, hopes and aspirations about the future into thin air! Once again, it is back to square one.   Whether

How Scores will be Settled on the Day of Resurrection

How Scores will be Settled on the Day of Resurrection “….The man turned away and started to weep…” When the Day of Resurrection comes, a man’s hasanaat (good deeds) will be his capital. If he had done wrong to any people, they will take from his hasanaat to the extent that he mistreated them. If he does not have any hasanaat, or if his hasanaat run out, then some of their sayi`aat (bad deeds) will be taken and added to his burden.   Bukhari narrated on the authority of Abu Hurayrah that the Messenger of Allah (sallallahu `alayhi wa sallam) said: “Whoever wronged his brother with regard to his honour

Death, an indispensable reality

Death, an indispensable reality …You claim to love Paradise, yet you do not work for it… HOW often do we remember death? Yes death, a harsh and fearful reality that escapes no living person. None can avoid it. The people around a dying person don’t have the ability to prevent it. Death happens every moment and it does not discriminate between the young and the old, the rich and the poor, the strong and the weak. Everyone is equal in front of death, because no one has any means to escape it or use intercession to avoid it or even delay it.   Allah Ta’ala says in the Qur’an: “Say:

Story: Was I Being Ungrateful?

‘…Sameera blinked away a tear that had crept up silently…’ Streaks of sunlight streamed in through the red velvet curtains. Lost in her thoughts, Sameera was busy scribbling away in a diary. “The lonely rose, Jolted in misery and gloom, Darkness all around, My fate is never to bloom…” She loosely constructed some verses of poetry to empty out the cries of her aching heart. She could no longer bear it. “Why are my prayers not answered? Why am I destined to never achieve what I desire? Why?” There were so many unanswered questions circling inside her mind. She had racked her brain on the monthly budget this time to

Postpartum Depression: When It’s More Than Just The Baby Blues

“…. I never needed medication, but I did need my husband’s help and understanding…” By Sister Abez. (www.idealmuslimah.com) The first apartment where my husband and I lived had six stories, and we lived on the sixth floor. I remember this clearly because in the months after my first son was born, I spent way too much time hanging out laundry and hoping that somehow, just somehow, I would accidentally fall off our sixth floor balcony and die. Astaghfirullah – there wasn’t anything really wrong with my life, and I had no reason to contemplate suicide even in such an indirect way. My husband was loving and supportive and adored our