Some struggles never leave your lips.
Some thoughts stay buried so deep, no one would ever guess you carry them.
But Allah is Al-Bāṭin.
The One who knows what is hidden.
He sees the silent battles, the unspoken fears, the intentions buried beneath your actions and the parts of
Someone did send me an anonymous message about a snake spraying confetti on them in a dream. I saw it. I read it, but I didn’t just answer because scholars have warned us to be careful in spreading the dreams we have.
But because this is a general question, I have been tagged on it several times, and since it’s related, I will answer it.
Please note: I am not a dream interpreter, and I would not want people to send me their dreams to interpret for them.
To answer the question, one of my great books on dream interpretation is Muntakhab al-Kalam fi Tafsir al-Ahlam by Ibn Sirin.
In this tradition, the snake is not a symbol of luck or mystery. It is a clear representation of an adversary. The scholars teach that the degree of the threat is mirrored by the features of the snake.
For instance, if the snake is large or carries potent venom, it reflects a powerful and malicious enemy in your waking life. The scholars would say:
رؤيا الحية عدو
Seeing a snake in a dream is a sign of an enemy.
Ibn Sirin distinguished between the locations where you encounter the snake to identify who the enemy is.
If the snake is inside your home, the conflict is domestic. It points to a relative, a neighbor, or someone close who has access to your private life and is acting against you. If the snake is outside, the adversary is a stranger or someone from your professional circle. He was reported to have said:
الحية في البيت عدو من الأهل
A snake in the house is an enemy from the family.
Ibn Sirin went a step further to discuss the resolution of the dream.
If you kill the snake, the interpretation is one of triumph and victory over those who wish you harm.
If the snake sprays you with something, like the confetti I talked about earlier, scholars argue that it could be a golden sign of value on the snake.
Ibn Sirin said this can mean a benefit or treasure will come to you after a period of struggle. He anchored this interpretation on the event that happened during the time of Prophet Yusuf (peace be upon him) and the Malk-l-Misir.
Scholars would also say:
من قتل حية نال ظفرا بعدوه
Whoever kills a snake has achieved victory over his enemy.
After all is said, the ultimate best advice is what you do next after the dream. Remember, dreams like this are meant to make us aware, not afraid. And when it causes you extreme fear, return to the shield the Prophet (peace be upon him) gave us:
1. Dry Spit three times over your left shoulder to symbolically reject the evil of the dream.
2. Seek Refuge. Say:
أعوذ بالله من الشيطان الرجيم ومن شر هذه الرؤيا
I seek refuge in Allah from the accursed Shaitan and from the evil of this dream.
3. Keep it Private. The Prophet said:
فإنها لا تضره ولا يخبر بها أحدا
It will not harm him, and he should not tell anyone about it. Don’t bring it to the TL either.
4. Change Positions. Turn over to the other side from which you were sleeping.
5. Perform Salah. If you are still feeling unsettled, get up and pray.
If you do all these, no matter the evil you see, it will not be able to harm you.
Allah knows best.
Five years. That is how long it takes to become an officer at the Nigerian Defence Academy. Five years of 4am drills. Physical exhaustion that most people reading this have never experienced and will never experience. Academic pressure on top of military training on top of ....
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Akwai wani friend dina da yake ji da Kudi.
Last year yayi attempting kara aure, matar taita bala’i saida ya sake ta.
Tayi zawarcin Shekara daya, goben nan za’a daura mata aure da mai mata 2😭😭😹
When the path feels uncertain, remember Allah’s plan is never without wisdom.
Trusting him is not about having it figured out but about knowing He already has.
I want this distraction to go first.
There’s a Mallam from Mifatahul Deenul Islam, Tudun Wada Kaduna, who is very sick and needs our help. One of his legs has been amputated due to the illness.
Mallam Hassan needs medical care and support from us. I’ll bring an update later, for now please keep him in your prayers
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OF POSSESSION AND THE POVERTY OF ENOUGH
…The desire to own everything is the beginning of losing what matters
There is something very old in the human need to own things. Not just to use them or to hold them briefly, but to claim them — to draw a line around what is ours and defend it as though our existence depended on the boundary. Perhaps, at some earlier point in the story, it did. But we have carried the instinct long past the conditions that produced it, and what was once a matter of survival has, in many lives, become a kind of compulsion — the accumulation that never quite reaches satisfaction, the fortress that never quite feels safe.
To build from nothing is not a small thing. There is real courage in it, and a kind of philosophical nakedness — standing in uncertainty without the cushion of inheritance or the comfort of a net. That deserves genuine recognition. But I have noticed, in watching lives shaped by early deprivation, that the wound of having nothing can follow a person into abundance and rearrange it. What began as a necessity becomes an appetite. The person who once needed more finds they cannot recognise the moment they have enough, because enough was never quite the point. The point was to never feel that way again.
Enterprise, in itself, is not the problem. At its best, it is one of the more honest things people do — a conversation between what you imagine and what the world will actually permit, between effort and luck and the grace of arriving at the right moment. The problem is when the enterprise tips into compulsion, when expansion becomes reflexive, when the question shifts from what is worth building to what can I still take. That is not ambition. That is fear wearing ambition's clothes.
Discernment is harder than accumulation. Accumulation is, in a way, passive — you simply keep reaching, and things collect around you. Discernment requires you to stop, to look honestly at what you have and what it has cost, and to ask whether the next thing is truly yours to take. Not every open door leads somewhere you should go. Not every resource that is technically available is yours by right. The builders I find most worth studying are not the ones who took the most, but the ones who chose well — who understood that restraint is not timidity but precision, that knowing what not to build is its own form of mastery.
There is a deeper unsettling truth beneath all of this, which is that nothing we call ours ever entirely is. We arrived in languages that other people built and refined over centuries. We walk on land that was shaped and scarred by hands long before ours arrived. The systems we move through — legal, economic, linguistic — were designed by people we will never know, in response to problems we have forgotten existed. Ownership, when you press on it honestly, turns out to be borrowed time with our name written on it in pencil. What remains after us is not the catalogue of what we claimed but the quality of what we left — whether we made anything more honest, more habitable, more possible for those who come after. That is the accounting that matters. And it is never done in our favour simply because we owned a great deal. Value is not in what we take, but in what we leave behind.
Prince S.J. Samuel
April 2026
In a world that often measures success by achievement, falah reminds us of a deeper kind. Success rooted in faith, purpose and nearness to Allah.
May we pursue the kind of success that carries barakah, benefits us in this life and the next, and brings us closer to Allah.
Lots of Muslims dont fully clock the concept of RIZQ. It goes beyond material wealth, the 5 senses working as they should, the shelter and family, the friends who are worthy of being called friends etc All constitutes part of rizq so when next you are asking for Rizq, firsth thank Allah for the ones you already enjoy.
Lest I forget, we d!e when our "rizq" is exhausted and that includes all the above.
A lady’s car broke down at Bolade Bus Stop, opposite Arena Market, around 10pm. She was surrounded by touts and street urchins.
I was driving out of GRA when I noticed the situation. I parked and asked what was wrong. She had already paid one group about ₦10,000, but another set came, threatening to deflate her tyres and seize her phone. I spoke to them in street language, trying to calm things down, but they insisted on ₦100,000.
I called a friend in the Army at Maryland Barracks. Though he wasn’t around, he sent someone who arrived in less than five minutes, with a mechanic. The car was fixed quickly, and she didn’t pay a dime.
She’s married, but her husband lives in Germany, and she only visits occasionally due to work. Since that night, we’ve stayed in touch. Over time, we became close, she shares work issues, relationship matters, and often seeks my advice.
Years later, there was an opening in her company’s finance department. I referred a friend of mine, a newly married man with a child who lost his job after COVID-19. Out of over 100 applicants, he got the job.
He later relocated to the UK with his family in 2021. Before returning to Nigeria, he asked me to help find a house. I found one in Abule Egba that needed minor renovation for ₦70M. He sent the money, and I added ₦5M to pay for my inconveniences.
While he was still in the UK, he shipped his car Lexus RX350 2023 and a Toyota Corrolla 2012 to my place, where it stayed for over 8 months before his arrival. While I went to pick him up at the Airport, he asked if I was already driving the Corrolla, I told him No since I have my own car, he said, that was for you.
His words to me were: “Seun, I have a family, but I feel safer and more comfortable with you than even my own blood relatives so there is nothing I have done and would do for you that is denser to the impact you've made in my life and family.
My good deeds are no longer preserve in heaven, I’m now reaping them on earth. Kindness, integrity, and showing up for people in difficult moments open doors money cannot buy. The value you give consistently will always return, through unexpected opportunities and lifelong trust.
It is said that the young man in the photo, named Ahmed Abdullah, was a pharmacist working in a pharmacy. Every month, an elderly poor woman would come to him for her medicine. She would then approach him at the cash register... Whenever she saw him, her face would light up with joy. For years, she had been buying this medicine, and this young man would only take 200 Egyptian pounds from her. She would pay and leave.
Then, the young man passed away... The elderly woman returned to the same pharmacy, requested her medicine, and went to the cash register to pay 200 pounds. But he was not there.
Before she could ask about him, the new cashier said: “What is this, madam?”She replied: “This is 200 pounds for the medicine.”He responded: “But this medicine costs 2,000 pounds, madam.”
Surprised, she said: “But for more than three years, I have been getting it for 200 pounds from the young man who was here... Where is he?”
The new cashier replied: “He passed away, madam. May God have mercy on him.” Upon reviewing the records, it was discovered that this young man had been covering 1,800 pounds of the cost every month from his own salary at the pharmacy.
When the pharmacy owner learned of this, he decided to continue selling the medicine to the woman at the same price as an ongoing charity (sadaqah jariyah) for the sake of the young man’s pure soul. The least we can do to honor this exemplary young man is to let his photo travel the world without stopping, so that everyone may pray for mercy upon him. He deserves recognition.
OMFG!
RFK Jr: "President Trump has a different way of calculating percentages. If you have a $600 drug and you reduce it to $10, that's a 600% reduction."
No, you imbecile. That’s a 98.33% drop. No math besides make-believe math makes it 600%.