By Time

Dear Reader,

Seeing as I spoke quite a bit about time near the end of my last post, and as a reminder first to myself before anyone else, I thought I'd continue with that theme and share with you one of my favourite chapters from the Noble Qur'an, Surah 103 - Al-Asr [click on the link to hear what it sounds like]:

"By time (throughout the ages),

Indeed, mankind is lost.

Except those who believe and do righteous good deeds and advise each other of the truth and advise each other of patience."   

It's title, "Al-Asr", translates to "The Time" and it is the most smallest chapter in The Book. But through these simple but deep words God, in His infinite wisdom, sums up quite well the basis of Islamic life and reminds us of all the things that we, as humans, are most prone to forgetting. The first and foremost of this is time itself. Allah (swt) swears by time; that which has past, the time that is now and the time to come, encompassing all of this in two words. Time is one of our greatest blessings but it is also one that is least appreciated. We as humans are always complaining that we either have to little of it or that it is too slow, but we never thank God for having any at all.  

The next ayah (sentence) talks about loss. In Arabic, there are quite a few different words for loss/lost, all with different connotations. The word used in this Surah, khusr, stands for the loss of an essential asset by all of humanity, i.e. it's a big loss. This is not to be confused with the ultimate loss, which is the loss of Heaven, or a loss upon a loss, like criminal activities on top of disbelief. However, this loss is a consequence of mankind's misbehaviours.  

But do not despair, gentle Reader, the last ayah talks about the 4 requisites of life, with which we can escape this loss:

1. Belief: in God, in His prophets and His Noble Words
2. Good deeds: this not only includes prayer and Hajj (pilgrimage), but also charity and being a good and productive member of society. 
3. The truth: there is no god but the One God. Though we must also tell and remind others of this truth. 
4. Patience: in this modern, hectic, high-speed time, when the world is no further than one click away, patience is a virtue most of us, myself included, unfortunately and grievously lack. Yet it has been specifically mentioned here by Allah (swt), because He not only knows how important it is, but also knows the we constantly need to be reminded to be patient.    

Furthermore, the word "and" is repeatedly used in last ayah, meaning that we should to be doing all four of these things. They are the basic requirements; the bare minimum needed to be a Muslim, to be able to escape the Hellfire.

Dear Reader, if you find this post interesting and wish to learn more about this Surah, I suggest you watch this video by Nouman Ali Khan. MashAllah, he has a great amount of knowledge about Qur'anic Arabic and applies what the Surah's say to modern life, in a witty and understandable way. Nouman Ali Khan as also given many khutbas (speeches/lessons/lectures) that I have found really enlightening, thought-provoking and helpful. 

Al-Asr wallpaper by Productive Muslim Team

Nida

flags and Fate

Dear Reader, 

On the occasion of the Queen's Jubilee, as I stood staring at the streets strewn with red-white-blue bunting and Union Jacks, it occurred to me that flags are a brilliant source of analogies. For example, I've always had difficulty in explaining how both free will and fate can coexist in the same universe. This is where flags come in. Or more specifically, a flag pole.

Say you have a flag that represents you, dear reader. You can choose it's colour, material, design, shape, how far up on the flag pole you can pull it, which direction it faces. You're free to choose all those details to your liking. But fate, let's say fate is like the wind, an uncontrollable force of nature. It buffets you in one direction or another. And yet it's the flag's material, shape, design etc. that are important, i.e. how you willingly choose to face your fate is what individualises us and is what we're judged on. 

And I suppose, in the end, there is only one fate that awaits us all: death. Because death is the only true certainty in life. I find that in this busy modern world, many people seem to forget this, or choose to ignore it. But this doesn't have to be a morbid thought, just a practical one. We need to realize that our time on this world is limited, and thus we should spend it wisely. Time is an often-overlooked  limited resource and we should be using it to make provisions for the Afterlife inshallah, which is in itself eternal and ever lasting. And if you, dear reader, do not believe in an afterlife, then we can also make provisions for future generations to come. It doesn't have to be something grand, like inventing a feasible nuclear fusion reactor. But simpler, smaller, everyday things, like recycling paper or teaching children to respect each other and the environment, these little things that will help to make a safer and cleaner future...

Okay, I did not intend for this post to turn so serious and lecture-like. It's just I've often found my thoughts lately drifting towards the highly maternal topic of babies/children and their future. My biological-clock is not only ticking but ring with alarm bells! *Blush* And with that embarrassing confession, I believe I will end this post. 

Nida   

flower Photography

Dear Reader,

This absolutely excellent weather we had last week was like a testament from God, that summer was finally setting it's foot in the UK. As if in celebration of this wondrous feat, gardens all over England burst to life in a spectrum of greens and a rainbow of flowers. My own garden was no exception to this. So in between writing up assignments and preparing presentations, I was spending as much time as I could in my garden, absorbing England's limited supply of natural vitamin D. 

While I was doing this, my multi-talented mother, who happens to be quite handy with a camera, took photos aplenty of our garden, over which her love's labours are not lost. She has given my permission to post those amazing pictures on my blog, so that I can give you, dear reader, a tour of our garden through my mother's eyes.      

This is the view you will see when you step out the kitchen door:

Ever since we got rid of our two plum trees 2 years ago, me and mum have focused our efforts on growing a whole range of berries.

The first thing you see, the Gooseberries - they still have to ripen and become red. 

Strawberries in flower

The strawberries have already begun to grow on this one. You can even see that one has already begun to blush, hidden beneath the leaves. 

The grapes and red currents are currently small green dots at the moment and not very visible in all the foliage. They'll probably ripen in August most likely, so I'll add pictures of them then. Neither I nor my mum have taken any pictures of my herb pots (oregano, tarragon, sage and mint) or my cherry tomatoes because, honestly, they're not very impressive at the moment. But here are some things that are much more pretty and impressive:

Such pretty snapdragons. There are more in different colours but I  don't have  pictures of those.

This rose we gave to my mother quite a few years ago for her birthday. Since then we've called it "the Birthday rose"

And even more flowers!

But this one is my favourite:

You, dear reader, can't tell how wonderful and strong it's scent is from the pictures, but believe me when I tell you, it's really really really strong and intoxicatingly sweet.   

As you can probably tell by now, my mother and I are unreasonably fond of roses. There are, in fact, a lot more in our front garden:

Again, you won't believe this, but these actually smell like an odd combination of rose and lemon blossom.

When the buds of this one are just open, they look like little fists of snow balls.  

Okay, so these aren't roses but geraniums. But they're pretty and smelly all the same.

And this is what I found in my bedroom this morning.

I know this has little to do with gardens but, honestly, that is the biggest moth I've ever seen. It's half the size of my palm!!! I suppose I should have seen this coming, what with leaving my windows fully open over night.  Not that I have a problem with this. It's a rather graceful moth and fits in with the flowery theme of my bedroom. I wonder if it mistook my wall boarder for real flowers?

Nida

thoughts On writing - Part 2

Dear Reader, 

As I was brooming the kitchen floor this morning, I couldn't help but think that this was what I've been doing my life lately: brooming and brushing away important issues rather than facing them. And one of these issues is my writing ... of the lack there of. 

You see, I might be an introvert, but I'm also a thinker, an observer of life and people, a writer. And more than any of that, I ENJOY writing. That euphoria you get when you write a particular sentence that captures the situation accurately, or the smile that appears after writing a witty turn of phrase, that you know no one will notice but you like it all the same. That's what I've been missing. In these last few months, as I spiralled down a vicious cycle of despair and loneliness, after parting from a certain someone, I seemed to have forgotten all this.

So, even though I might never be published, let alone famous, and maybe no one will ever read what I've written, it should not stop me from doing something I really like doing. Because I actually am a writer, and I will keep on writing.      

Nida

a Barren wasteland

Image courtesy of mongabay.com

Dear Reader,

I think you must feel really abandoned by now. But I must admit, when it comes to poetry, blogging and even novel writing, my creativity has transformed into a barren wasteland, on which sometimes sprinkles of inspiration fall like sparse rain, that doesn't stick around long enough for anything useful to germinate, and is instead absorbed into the dry nothingness. I'm sorry. That is why I'm finally calling this an official hiatus until I can bring myself to write something worthwhile. 

Take care,

Nida