When out of sight, each awaits the other like believers anticipate the eid crescent.
We need Allah for our dreams to come true. We need Him again to enable us again to thank Him and show our gratitude.
Art is pleasing to the ears and delightful for the eyes. It soothes our hearts.
Our ‘badr’ is today against our own desires and impatience. If we win them, we may win over the rest of the world.
No matter whatsoever the torturous trials and tribulations they face, they remain the sweet benefactors for the creations of God.
His Love transforms the worthless to the wealthy. Beggar becomes the king. Thorn turns to the Rose. From the lowly to the lovely.
Sleep is also the only platform where one can board the train called Dream. And the destination of such a journey is unpredictable.
Rose has to be described in the most impressive language. Silk should be packed in wonderfully designed box. And so should be honey in a wonderful box.
It is intention which transforms the mundane to the divine. Action is the rose. Intention, its fragrance.
Human existence is coined by the head of Life and the tail of Death. Therefore, Death is as much or a degree more truer than Life itself.