" And your lord will give you and you will be satisfied"
I'm thrilled to share that today I begin to count my days as a certified Physicist. It's truly privileged days lived as a student of KUST Wudil, in the department that builds the framework of critical thinking - Physics.
Sallah is already around the corner, the annual routine in Sheka, Shagari Quarters and Medile has begun. Thugs from Sheka blocking the road for robbery - phone, bike and any valuable and sizable material. This as I type is on going.
Allah dai ya kawo sauki.
@study_in_saudi JazakAllahu khayran for this reminder. I’m really interested how does one go about traveling to Madinah for Qur’an memorization? Any tips on the process, visas, or places to enroll?
NEWS: The Imam and Khateeb of Masjid al-Haram, His Eminence Sheikh Dr. Maher Al-Muaiqly, is undertaking an official visit to North Macedonia, where he will deliver the Friday sermon in the capital, Skopje continuing the noble dawah role and lofty mission of the Two Holy Mosques.
Father and Son
Shaykh Ali Al Hudhaifi & Shaykh Ahmad Hudhaifi.
Our Lord, grant us from our spouses and our offspring comfort to our eyes, and make us leaders for the righteous.”
Wallahi, I truly love them, and whenever an authentic clip of theirs appears to you, you should stop out of love and listen, desiring to benefit from their knowledge! 💎❤️
In Madina, I wasn’t feeling well and called room service. A young man came to clean the room maybe around 20 years old, a Pakistani boy. Quiet, humble, just doing his work, minding his own business.
I asked him softly, “How did you end up here?”
He smiled faintly and said, “Baji, lambi stories hain.”
Then he began to tell me.
He said, “I have four sisters. I’m the youngest. My father had a heart attack four years ago. Since then, I’m the only one earning.”
His eyes didn’t show sadness only exhaustion.
He went on, “These people give me 1500 riyals. 500 goes to my kafeel, 250 for rent. We live five people in one room. Even if I want to cry, I can’t others will get disturbed.”
That line pierced through me.
“Even if I want to cry, I can’t.”
In that moment, I felt something break inside me.
Here I was, in the holy city, surrounded by peace and right beside me, a boy carrying the weight of an entire family, silently suffering so his loved ones can survive.
We talk about struggle, but what he lives is survival.
His story reminded me how many of our people from Pakistan leave their homes, dreams, and youth not to live, but just to keep others alive