I may post Islamic reminders but I don't claim to be pious in any form I may sin more than you do & I have a lot of flaws to fix up on but none of those would stop me from reminding others of Allah and spreading the beauty of Islam. My post is a reminder to myself first foremost.
I might complain about working sometimes, but God I thank you for giving me the ability work and most importantly a job. I will never take that for granted.
It’s a strange feeling when strangers show you more sincerity, kindness and support than people you’ve known your entire life. You naturally expect the people closest to you, the ones who’ve been around for years, to celebrate your wins, check in when you’re struggling and show up when you need them. You assume that shared history means you’ll have genuine support when it matters. So it hurts when that care comes from people who barely know you, while the ones you’ve always considered your day ones can barely make an effort. It’s not about expecting everyone to be available all the time or keeping score of who does what. It’s about noticing who genuinely makes an effort to be part of your life, even in the smallest ways. Experiences like that really make you question what closeness means. Because knowing someone for years doesn’t automatically mean they understand you, care about your well-being or know how to show up for you. Sometimes a person you’ve only recently met can make you feel more seen and appreciated than someone who’s known you for decades. And perhaps that’s one of life’s harder lessons: history doesn’t always equal connection and familiarity doesn’t always come with genuine care. The people who’ve known you the longest aren’t necessarily the people who show up for you the most. Sometimes the most genuine connections come from people who haven’t known you very long but still make you feel like you matter.
I have explained this before on this space, but let me explain again so we can clear all doubts. Please note that, as far the death of the noble Prophet (peace be upon him) is concerned, there is nothing to hide.
It is documented in our most authentic books, Sahih al-Bukhari and Sahih Muslim. These texts are entirely public and heavily studied. We have no secrets to hide. So, pay attention.
First of all, the incident happened in 628 CE at Khaybar. The person who did this was Zaynab bint al-Harith, a prominent Jewish noblewoman of Khaybar. She had just lost her father, uncle, and husband in the battle, giving her a severe motive for revenge.
To ensure her plot worked, she went around interrogating his companions beforehand, asking them which cut of meat he preferred. When they told her he liked the shoulder, she loaded that specific part with a lethal toxin.
If you understand theological history, you will know this assassination attempt was not a random isolated event. The scriptural history of the Children of Israel is heavily marked by the persecution of messengers from God. Our Quran states this, and the Bible documents this continuous pattern.
The religious elites of the past killed prophets such as Zakariyya and his son Yahya. Even in the case of Isa (Peace be upon him), who you know as Jesus, their explicit intention was to execute and humiliate him on a cross. If not for the Almighty who intervened and raised him to heaven, they would have crucified him.
So when Zaynab tested Prophet Muhammad (peace be upon him) with poison, she was following a very old, established playbook used against previous prophets.
This poison was undeniably fatal. Another companion sitting right next to him, Bishr ibn al-Bara, swallowed a piece and dropped dead on the spot.
If Prophet Muhammad (peace be upon him) was a false prophet, biology dictates he would have died right there in the dirt at Khaybar. Lethal medieval poisons do not wait. But he did not die. He spat it out because the Almighty revealed the plot to him.
So, those who told you that the Prophet didn’t die of the poison was not out of place. Only that, they could have explained further.
Instead of adopting cheap rhetoric, let us ask ourselves what happened after that incident.
The supposedly poisoned man went on to achieve what healthy, unpoisoned emperors could not. He lived for four more years.
In those four years, he marched into Mecca and conquered it. He unified the entire Arabian Peninsula. He also went after the global superpowers. In 630 CE, he led an army of 30,000 men in the Expedition of Tabuk, marching straight to the northern border to challenge the Byzantine Empire.
The popular Scottish historian and Anglican priest W. Montgomery Watt could not help but document this in his book "Muhammad at Medina". He recorded how this massive expedition terrified the region.
The Roman border forces and their allies completely withdrew. The Byzantine army refused to engage and abandoned the frontier.
A supposedly dying man marched to the doorstep of Rome and broke their regional political grip without swinging a single sword, forcing northern Christian and Jewish tribes to sign treaties with him instead of Rome.
If you look at the healthy, unpoisoned leaders of that era, we had the Byzantine Emperor Heraclius and the Sassanid Persian King Khosrow II. They were exhausting their empires, losing territory, and struggling to maintain their borders.
Meanwhile, this poisoned man established a state and a military machine that humiliated them and swallowed both of their empires shortly after his death.
The prominent secular historian Michael Hart ranked Muhammad as number one in his book "The 100" because his unparalleled secular and religious success peaked right in this specific window, between 628 and 632 CE.
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A society that stops reading literature will eventually become worse at understanding people. Fiction forces us to inhabit minds unlike our own, sit with conflicting motives, and recognize that people are rarely as simple as they appear. We can hope other forms of media will preserve that capacity. But understanding a character over 300 pages is a very different exercise from judging a stranger in 30 seconds.
Knowing a little bit about everything is so underrated. Recognizing a constellation. Knowing why the sky changes colour at sunset. Understanding a word's strange origin. Remembering a random historical fact. Being able to explain something you learned just because you were curious. What a lovely way to move through the world.
@Nasir1on1 Depression, Anxiety and Anhedonia are sickness, just like Headaches, fevers and more of severely disturbing ailments, If you cannot question one who's down with either of the abovementioned, then you are in no faithful ground to accused or judged people who are depressed....
I learned something very beautiful today. In French, “bibliothèque intérieure” means your “inner library” the invisible shelf you carry inside, filled with every story that’s ever shaped you.
i feel like such a fake reader because even though i read a lot, i immediately forget almost everything i read 😭 it’s not like i skim through books either, i actually take my time to read and understand them, but my brain just throws everything away after a few days
On nights like this, I yearn for you. The room feels heavy with summer warmth, lit by the quiet flicker of the TV and a soft breeze through the window. Gentle light reflects on the nightstands, with only the overhead fan casting shadows above us. You lie bare on the bed, and I stand right beside the mattress, completely vulnerable and exposed. Passion fills the air around us as your hands hold me close and your lips press firmly against mine. "You look amazing," you whisper in my ear the exact words I needed to hear before pulling you close.
Whenever i read great writers, i am reminded i am not as well read as i think i am. Then, i get excited because i realize that means there is more to read. More to learn! More to write! More to live!
When you pray for your children, pray for their friends, the neighborhood they are growing up in, their workplace, their colleagues, their teachers, the people they look up to, and everyone they will encounter along the way.
Hating people is not my thing. You did bad to me, God exists. You betrayed me, karma exists. You abused my loved ones, you do have loved ones too.
Instead of hurting others you need to understand that everyone who is doing bad to you will one day be under the wheel of karma. Have faith Be strong.
Have you ever had a close relationship with someone then all of a sudden something just clicks and you realize just how unkind they have been to you in vulnerable moments and you have the epiphany of epiphanies that this person truly doesn’t like you? And now you just can’t unsee it.