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Remove yourself from the mood swings of 23 year olds who have never made any important decisions or faced any consequences in their lives.
It takes 759,646 flights landing safely before 1 crashes. Flights that landed safely never make the news but a plane crash always does.
My poem won third place in the Darkwinter lit poetry prize. Congratulations to the overall winner and the second place winner. I'm grateful to the judge, Hollay Ghadery, for selecting my poem. Thank you, Lord.
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Dear @DanBurmawy,
I made a promise I won’t go hard on anybody today because apparently today is our Eid Celebration. But, Burmawi won’t let me.
Your entire argument is a classic display of profound historical and textual ignorance, built on a desperate attempt to sound deep while completely misrepresenting both the Bible and the historical record.
You call the Islamic position theological vandalism. Really? Funnily, you do not even realize you are defending a text that biblical scholars themselves have flagged for centuries as a compromised, heavily edited document.
First of all, let me start with the unforgivable textual contradiction in Genesis 22:2, where your text says, "Take your son, your only son, whom you love—Isaac."
Burmawi, anyone with a basic sense of logic can see the glitch here. Isaac was never, at any point in his life, Abraham’s only son. Ishmael was born fourteen years before Isaac. The only time Abraham ever had an "only son" was before Isaac was even born, when Ishmael was his single child.
This is not even an Islamic argument; this is standard, objective biblical scholarship.
Top Western theologians and textual critics, such as Dr. T.C. Mitchell (former Keeper of Western Asiatic Antiquities at the British Museum) and the renowned biblical scholar Dr. Robert Alter, have written extensively on how the Hebrew word Yachid (only/unique) in this text is completely irreconcilable with Isaac's historical position.
The text explicitly demands a firstborn who was an only child for a period, which historically fits nobody but Ishmael.
What you are reading is a clear case of later scribal interpolation, where later writers crossed out Ishmael's name and inserted Isaac to serve a nationalistic, tribal narrative.
Unfortunately for them, they completely forgot to fix the "only son" blunder they left in the verse. lol 😂
Again, your attempt to reduce Ishmael to a mistake of "human performance" completely exposes your ignorance of the Old Testament itself.
In Genesis 16:11, it is the Angel of the Lord who commands Hagar to name the child Ishmael, which means "God hears." God does not name mistakes.
Also, in Genesis 17:20, God explicitly says, "And as for Ishmael, I have heard you: I will surely bless him; I will make him fruitful and will greatly increase his numbers. He will be the father of twelve rulers, and I will make him into a great nation."
Dr. John Van Seters, a biblical historian noted here that the promises of greatness and covenant blessings given to Ishmael in the text run completely parallel to those given to Isaac. Therefore, calling Ishmael a product of mere human scheming is a direct contradiction of the very scripture you are trying to preach from.
Let me also say that your reliance on Paul’s allegory in Galatians 4 to frame Ishmael as "the law and bondage" is a big chronological leap.
Paul was simply writing an ideological polemic in the first century to convince a Roman-era audience to abandon Jewish legalism.
So, using a first-century rhetorical allegory to rewrite a historical event that happened two thousand years before is not scholarship; it is a desperate theological spin, and that shows how ignorant and mischievous you are.
Burmawi, note this: The Islamic narrative did not hijack or distort anything. Okay? It simply restored the story to its logical, geographical, and historical truth.
Abraham was asked to sacrifice his firstborn, the child of his lonely old age, in absolute submission. You exchanged the historical firstborn for a younger son to fit your tribal exclusivity. Then you wrapped it in flowery language about “grace” versus “works” to hide the factual error.
Next time you want to accuse an entire civilization of theological vandalism, try reading your own book with the lights on first.
I hope this clears your mischief.
Allah knows best.
Reminder; , Shaykh al-Albānī (رحمه الله) mentioned calling people “Ḥājj” or “Ḥajji” as one of the (bid'ah) innovations related to Ḥajj.
The Salaf didn’t use such titles.
I don’t know why many of you are surprised when you hear about alien abductions. We hear these "alien" stories and think they belong to Hollywood? Common! They are real.
There is a narration in Imam Al-Bayhaqi’s Dala’il al-Nubuwwah about a man from the Ansar.
He went out for Isha prayer during the time of Umar ibn al-Khattab and just... vanished. He didn't come back for four years. When he finally reappeared, he told Umar that the Jinn had snatched him away.
Yes, jinn snatched him away. And this why I will tell the types that are capable of snatching a human being away from the physical world.
1. The first one are the Marid. These are the heavyweights. They are rebellious, incredibly strong such that they can physically manipulate things.
From the wordings of the Hadith I cited earlier, the man was "carried away swiftly." This the work of a Marid. They operate on a frequency that can pull a human out of our physical space.
2. We have the Ghul. These are the ones that hang out in desolate places, the outskirts of town, or dark paths. They are the masters of trickery and shape-shifting.
The trickiest type in this group are the Si’lat. They don’t attack like Marid, they lure you. They make you think you’re following a light or a person until you’re too far gone to find your way back.
But one thing is common to them: These are almost always the disbelieving Jinns (Kuffar).
Why do I say so? In the Hadith, the man said he was a captive of these disbelievers until a group of Muslim Jinn raided them, won the battle, and asked him: "Who are you? If you're a Muslim, we will return you."
Again, let me also chip in the reality of our time differences.
Four years. To us, four years is a lifetime of waiting. For a person that has been snatched, he was just... there. Time doesn't move the same way once you leave our dimension.
Whether it’s a physical "rip" in space or a shift in consciousness, their realm doesn't follow our clock. You might think you’ve been gone for an hour, but your family has already held your funeral.
How do you then protect yourself?
Protection is simpler than people think, but it requires consistency.
1. Before leaving your house, always say the Adhkar. Say:
“Bismillahi, tawakkaltu ‘alallah, wa la hawla wa la quwwata illa billah.”
2. Don’t forget to say Bismillahi before you eat especially beans. In the Hadith, the man said their food was beans and anything "over which the name of Allah was not mentioned." When you say Bismillah, you're literally putting a barrier between your energy and theirs.
3. The man was taken at Isha. There's a reason the Prophet (peace be upon him) told us to bring the children inside at Maghrib and to be cautious during the transition of light. That's when their "shift" begins. Be careful!
4. Reciting Ayat al-Kursi. It’s the ultimate shield. It does not only protect your mind; it secures your physical space.
Don't be scared, just be aware. The unseen is only scary when you don't have the map to navigate it.
Allah knows best.
Dhul Hijjah 09: A DAY IN HISTORY
Today is Arafah 🎊🎊👏🏿
On this day in the year 632 CE, over one hundred thousand people stood completely still in the scorching desert sands beneath Mount Arafat.
They were all waiting for a single voice. The voice of Prophet Muhammad (peace be upon him). This morning marked the delivery of the Farewell Sermon by the Prophet Muhammad (peace be upon him).
This wasn’t the usual religious talk they were used to; it was a radical manifesto that completely broke the ancient world order and laid down the raw foundations for a global society.
For us to understand how deeply this day shook the world, let me remind you a bit of how brutal life was in old Arabia.
For centuries, everything was about blood feuds, deep racism, and tribal politics. If you did not belong to a powerful clan, you were nothing.
Standing on his mount on this afternoon, the Prophet (peace be upon him) shattered those old shackles with a single declaration:
“An Arab is NOT BETTER than a non-Arab, a white person is NOT BETTER than a black person, and we all come from Adam, and Adam was made from dust.”
In one moment, a crowd that used to kill each other over tribal pride was welded into one single brotherhood 🫂.
Apart from the fact that the speech dealt with spiritual things, it also went straight after the economic and social systems that oppressed the people.
On this hot afternoon, the Prophet (peace be upon him) completely abolished INTEREST and predatory loans, instantly wiping out the debts that kept poor families enslaved to the rich elite.
He then turned to the men and commanded them to treat women with absolute respect and kindness. He reminded them that women are a sacred trust from God, not property.
By the time the sun started setting over the valley, he drew a line around human life and property, and he declared them completely sacred and untouchable.
As the final words of the sermon echoed across the plain, the sky opened up with the finality of revelation:
"This day I have perfected your religion for you, completed My favor upon you, and have chosen for you Islam as your religion."
That single afternoon transformed a scattered, warring desert people into a unified civilization that would spread across the globe within a single century.
The valley of Arafat is still a quiet desert, but the words spoken there on this day remain the permanent standard for human rights, racial equality, and spiritual accountability.
For our fathers, mothers, brothers and sisters in Arafat today, I pray the Almighty Allah accept their prayers, and count it for them as an act of Ibadah.
For us at home, I pray Allah accept our prayers. I for one, see myself in Arafat for the next Hajj, I pray the Almighty accept it for me. I pray He makes it possible and easy for you too.
Barka De Sallah 🎊🎊🎉
Allah knows best.
On the flip side, I was told that I made the poetry shortlist of the 4th anniversary contest of @darkwinterlit I'm grateful to the contest judge, Hollay Ghadery, for selecting my poem. Congratulations to the other shortlisted writers.
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The reality and truth is that the mummy shown in the video is not the Pharaoh of Moses, and the idea that his body was preserved by a divine miracle to last until modern times is a complete internet myth.
Sheikh Ibn Uthaymeen (Rahimahullah) thoroughly dismantled this claim. He explained that when Allah says in Surah Yunus (10:92) that He saved Pharaoh's body to be a sign for "those who succeed you," it referred strictly to the Bani Isra'il who were alive at that exact moment.
Pharaoh had terrorized them for so long, claiming to be a god, that when he drowned, they literally could not believe he was dead. Allah caused his physical corpse to float to the shore purely so his victims could see his lifeless body with their own eyes and find closure. Once that purpose was served, the natural elements took their course.
The mummy you see on display today belongs to Ramesses II, a real Egyptian king who died in his bed in his nineties from natural causes.
His preservation is not a Quranic miracle. Please don’t forget this. His preservation is just the result of advanced ancient Egyptian chemical engineering and mummification using natron salt.
We do not need to rely on fabricated museum folklore to validate the truth of the Quran. The Pharaoh of Moses drowned in the Red Sea, his story ended right there, and his body served its purpose thousands of years ago.
Allah knows best.
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Yes, some crocodiles can stay FOR A WHOLE YEAR without food. Pay attention as you're about to learn some amazing facts about crocodiles.
✓ Did you know that they don't stop getting big? As long as they live, they keep increasing in length and weight.
✓ Crocodiles do not experience biological aging, meaning they do not grow weaker or die simply from "old age." However, they absolutely can, and do, die from diseases, severe infections, starvation, or injuries
✓ Crocodiles heal rapidly. Unlike humans and many animals who cannot grow new teeth after a certain age, crocodiles can replace up to 8,000 teeth in a lifetime.
✓ They have an amazing immune system. Their blood is packed with powerful antimicrobial peptides that allow them to survive terrible wounds and resist infections in bacteria-heavy swamps.
How do they actually die?
When crocodiles die, it is usually the result of external environmental factors. Because they grow larger their entire lives, their caloric needs eventually become massive. In the wild, if food becomes scarce, they die of starvation. Severe diseases, fatal territory injuries, or accidents are the other leading causes of death.
“I felt, and still feel, that the fact that the story fails as a piece of literature should’ve been the first thing noticed by Commonwealth readers and judges.”
@ChimezieChika1 examines Jamir Nazir’s Commonwealth-Winning Story “The Serpent in the Grove”⬇️
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As a self taught writer I spent years aggressively studying stories, novels, from contemporary to the classics (I had to catch up on a lot of classics because I did not grow up reading novels or traditional literature.)
I have spoken before about my father’s library having many books but most of them religious texts. The only non religious books I remember were Peter Drucker’s book on management. Wole Soyinka’s The Interpreters. The Oxford Encyclopaedic Dictionary. Two volumes of Your Health and You. Where There Is No Doctor.
I came to prose by chance. A radio presenter in Kaduna, Tony Ibrahim Sagbe, asked me to do something for his Monday morning show. I was still a student (c1999) and told him I only wrote poems. He had read some of them and told me he thought I could write stories. I resisted at first and he promised to read whatever I wrote on the radio on Monday morning. My first ever short story was written for that show. It was a very sad story and when Tony read it people called in and complained that while they liked it, it was too sad for a Monday morning. One person said they cried. So Tony said well we have to do it again. So I wrote more short stories for that show.
They were not good stories but they seemed to move people. I had no idea about craft. I was just a depressed teenager writing about how horrible life can get. I kept writing these bad stories and sometime in 2006 I decided to put them together. A year later I self published a book (that still makes me cringe).
I moved to Abuja and met real writers who were doing serious work and I still remember a writer attending a reading I had at the Sheraton disagreeing with everyone in the audience who was applauding my stories. She said they were poorly constructed and she didn’t understand why everyone was saying they were good. It was the gut punch that I needed. She asked me what I was reading and shook her head when I mentioned the books. We went to a bookstore and she recommended some books. I began to gather books from everywhere. And I read like my life depended on it. I took apart every sentence, every paragraph, every page. I peeled back the layers of every story I liked. I read like I was stealing.
I identified patterns I liked, turns of phrase I liked. I played around with them. I wrote until I could feel something changing. Until I found a voice I was comfortable with. And then I started to experiment. With style. With genre. With craft.
I did this for years. And one day I felt comfortable enough to try something long enough to be a novel. I initially did not want to give it to anyone. But Jeremy Weate (then) of Cassava Republic heard I had a manuscript and bribed me with some fancy lunch at a Chinese Restaurant in Abuja and I showed him the manuscript. That is how Born on a Tuesday began its journey into the world.
I worked for every single word. I worked like hell. I learnt the rules just so I could play with them. So yeah I’ll be damned if I let some idiot on the internet drag me into a conversation about whether what I spent years learning and perfecting (and still trying to) is AI generated.
I will not even answer the question. I have spent too long doing this to have some motherfucker show up with Pangram to question my work.
The Prophet ﷺ said:
“When a human being is laid in his grave and his companions return [after the burial],
and he even hears their footsteps, two angels come to him and make him sit
and ask him ...