Monthly Archives: April 2013

A joke

An Imam was selling his horse in the market. An interested buyer came

to him and requested if he could get a test drive. The Imam told the man that this horse is unique. In order to make it walk, you have to say Subhanallah. To make it run, you have to say Alhamdulillah and to make it stop, you have to say Allahu Akbar. The man sat on the horse and said Subhanallah. The horse started to walk. Then he said Alhamdulillah and it started to run. He kept saying Alhamdulillah and the horse started running faster and faster. All of a sudden the man noticed that the horse is running towards the edge of the hill that he was riding on. Being overly fearful, he forgot how to stop the horse. He kept saying all these words out of confusion. When the horse was just near the edge, he remembered Allahu Akbar and said it out loud. The horse stopped just one step away from the edge. The man took a deep breath, looked up towards the sky and said Alhamdulillah!

I’m somewhat busy with coursework and revision for my exams. The reason I didn’t post anything yesterday. We’re nearing the end of this semester and with that my first year at uni. I’m not sure yet what I’ll do next year, whether I’ll stay at Bradford or re-apply for Nottingham University or if I manage to make the jump back to Germany. My German teacher(she’s from Frankfurt) at Djanogly comes to my mind who’s been here for over 30 years wanting to go back but once you built yourself something in one country it’s hard to go back. InshaAllah I don’t have to wait that long 🙂

Wa Salam

In a boring materials lecture

I wanna be free, not tied by the head, shoulders, knees and toes.

I’m shackled to my desk trying to get this of my chest.

Lectures, conjectures, figuring out crazy inscriptions, mathematics, logic, psychotics.

Wanting to just shut my mind off, stop thinking, just go with the flow.

I wanna be free, like a bird, a falcon or an eagle soaring high in the sky.

Flying over fields of grass, so low my feet graze the straws, or so high grazing the stars becomes a possibility.

I’d hide out in a hut made out of straws and mud in the rainforest, a fortress just for me, imagine soldiers trying to take over my wall of boulders.

A gust of cold wind flutters in, drops of water splatters on my face. I bring my wings further in, tightly around my body. Feeling just a little bit lonely. I seriously need a hobby or a mate, Anyway. Doesn’t matter. I’m so tired. Sleep.

The sun is shining, so hot,  so blinding, my feathers ruffled and I’m so puzzled/dazzled. An oasis, water in the faaaaaaar, or not. I cannot bare this any longer, I might die from hunger. Scavenger over me.

A caravan passing by, with its different pots and pans, spices and fragrances, drums and Baskets full of water! Their cloth and jewelry. I follow the drums and night breaks in. A big fire is lit, stories are told and shared, drums hit. I listen to the sweet poetry and  quietly drift off into the night, belly filled.

I’d spread my wings, a storm brewing up, strong gusts of wind the waves high. A ship riding on the waves, like a roller-coaster. Th next minute everything is calm a lazy gust wraps itself around my feathers like a soft hug.

I reach the coast, large riffs, a light tower in the distance. A fisher boat floating on the water, fishing lines overboard. One of my cousins snaps up a fish still flapping on the deck. Full beak ahead. I’m pretty hungry myself. Watching the sun set in the water, the stars singing hello. Clouds brewing up, a stronger wind waves now, it starts to drizzle, even colder now. It starts to snow, the white glitter, stuck in my feathers glittering in the light of street lamps. My feathers frozen. I land near a large window, a bit warmer now. Inside a family of 7 sitting around the television watching Lilo and Stitch. A baby laughing in the lap of her father, wildly reaching in the air, staring at me, with her cute eyes. And 2 older girls, one seemingly about to sleep on the legs of her father , the other watching with rapt attention, now laughing out loud at the scene her brothers are making. A reenactment in big style. The whole family falls to giggling.

Sooo, I won’t go into a new topic today, that’s the end of the lesson. Do you have any questions? Okay, you’re free to go.


Allahu Akbar, Allahu Akbar

A brother calling to the prayer.

Cough cough.

Another brother having passed on leading the prayer, coughing in the background, trying to concentrate. I call out Allahu Akbar.


Iyyaka na’budu

Oh Allah I have committed myself to be Your ‘Abd, Your slave, You are my Master.

wa iyyaka nasta’in

Oh Allah now that I have committed myself to be Your slave, I will worship only You. Seek only you for help in everything.

ihdina sirat al mustakim

Oh Allah I’m Your slave and I worship only You, but Oh Allah, I need Guidance. I need it so much, Ya Allah. Guide me…

And so every prayer begins, we seek for guidance in every single of our prayers, whether fardh (obligatory) or not. We as humans are so weak, so miskeen, that we need reminders over and over and over again. The bombardment, from outside sometimes just gets that much, that one finds it hard to hold on.

As salamu alaikum wa rahmatullah

“As salamu alaikum, how are you?” I ask the only brother left. We got into a long and good conversation. From the Omar ra. series on Youtube, to using gold and silver again as money, the economy and from the End of Time nearing and its unmissable signs to what we are studying, discipline, the military and advice.

That was what I needed, this little conversation, I believe that may have been the answer to my plead for Guidance. Allahu A’lam (Allah knows best) what will happen until the next prayer, where I will if given the chance again plead for guidance and then again at the next. InshaAllah (If Allah wills)

Wa Salam,


Unmosqued – Trailers



There are a lot of good points raised in these trailers and I’m generally excited for this film to come out. These issues are epidemic across our Ummah(community) at this point in time. Things will have to change in the next 5-10 years otherwise we will have totally empty mosques across countries and borders. Mosques generally are not where they were supposed to be, in the middle of family life.

I dream of the mosque as the center of the Muslim Community, with a hospital, lectures, library, soup kitchen, Youth programs etc. available to everyone. Eco-friendly, giving back to the wider community. It doesn’t have to be fancy but be cut towards what the community actually needs. What we as youth need. Because in the end it is often the youth that shake things up, whether at the time of the Prophet saw. or now. How are we going to raise Muslims that are attached to their deen, if the mosque is not at the centre of our lives. As always I speak to myself first before anyone else.

On the trailers again, there were some things that I didn’t agree with, however they’re their opinions and I respect them. With this kind of video you probably are going to step on some toes.

I’m interested in the reactions to the video, the discussion maybe even rants…

In all of this, however we should not forget to appreciate the work that the elders have done. I remember that during a youth session at my local mosque we wanted to watch a little film coupled with a reminder. As the guys set up an older brother stood up and in his broken English tried to tell us that this is not what the mosque should be used for. Out of adab and respect the brothers who organised it, decided to stop it.

One of the brothers went even further and mashaAllah praised the older brother who was about 60-70ish.

Both brothers are an inspiration to me. The elder, you can see every day for almost every Salah walking back and forth from his house to the Mosque. The younger in his adab and respect for the elderly.

I pray that the video has a positive effect, if any, on people. May Allah bless the project and effort. Amin.

Wa Salam,




Salam guys do you remember my schedule? Yeah? No? Me neither. A few months back I told myself that I would upload at least 3 posts per week and 1 video every day.

At the end of Ramadan, I had the idea to document my year up to Ramadan this year on video and I started this after my exams but had a lot of breaks similar with my posts here on the blog.

So, 3 posts per week, sounds quite a lot to me now but I want to get there. For the next few weeks I’m going to take it slow though, with 2 posts and whatever else my mind churns out.


Wa Salam.