Rabbighfirli – My Lord, forgive me
Warhamni – Have mercy on me
Wajburni – Cover my shame
Warfa'ni – Raise my rank
Warzuqni – Give me sustenance
Wahdini – Give me guidance
Wa'afini – Make me healthy
Wa'fu'anni – Pardon me
Most Muslims know about the evil eye.
But nobody tells you there's a sin
that makes you *attract* it.
And most of us commit it daily without realising.
Entering June with a heart that says: “Ya Allah, if the first half of this year was heavy, please make the remaining months full of miracles and ease.“
Eid ul Adha is a reminder that nothing should be loved more than Allah. Not a person. Not your desires. Not this dunya. Because the story of sacrifice was never just about ibrahim[AS] and ismael[AS], it's also about us and what we're willing to give up for Allah.
But loosening your grip on it.
Trusting Allah enough to say:
“If You ask for it, I will let it go. Because it was always Yours before it ever reached me.”
Eid al-Adha reminds me that faith is not only about holding on.
Sometimes faith is also about surrender.
He asked him to surrender the feeling of ownership over him.
To let go of:
“This is mine.”
Because nothing was ever truly ours to begin with.
Not the people we love.
Not the things we build.
Not the version of ourselves we cling to.
The thing you love so deeply that you begin to believe it belongs to you.
Something you fear losing.
Something you quietly place at the center of your heart.
And that’s when I understood something deeper:
Allah did not ask Ibrahim ﷺ to stop loving Ismail.
“Each of us is Ibrahim.
And each of us has an Ismail.”
That line changed the way I see Eid al-Adha.
Because maybe Ismail isn’t always a person.
Maybe your Ismail is your wealth.
Your status.
Your career.
Your image.
Your ego.
I used to think Eid al-Adha was simply about sacrifice.
About Ibrahim.
About Ismail.
About qurban.
But the older I get, the more I realize it was never only about that.
Then one day I came across a line that stayed with me ever since:
I got called miserable because I stay in the house more than I go outside, and all I could think about is the days that I slept on people couches or in people houses where I wasn’t truly welcomed. Boy do I love my space, my privacy and the peace of mind I have😌
Having friends who are mindful of salah when you’re out is a real blessing.
“Let’s go after Asr”
“Let’s do it before Dhuhr”
“Maghrib soon, let’s head home”
May Allah surround us with people like this 🥹
I remember the story about that woman who rented an apartment in Europe and hosted her friend Mike. There was no extra bed, so he slept on the floor.
In the middle of the night, Mike woke her up, saying, "Hey, let's go for a walk, come outside with me for a smoke."
She found his tone strange. Then he said IT HAS TO BE NOW. Made her grab her documents too. As they walked out he whispered: "WE'RE GOING TO THE POLICE RIGHT NOW."
She was confused. and didn't understand anything. Then he told her he saw a man crawling out from under the bed. When the man noticed someone sleeping on the floor, he got scared and went back in. Mike said nothing, just got her out😳
They later found out that other people had been living inside that apartment the whole time. Attics, crawl spaces, inside walls, and under the floor. There's also an official term for this - PHROGGING, someone living hidden inside your home without you knowing. There are documented cases worldwide.
Every time you remember this story, just check under your bed 😭
Did you know about this? 👀