slumdog-millionaireDefinition: an event (or a course of events) that will inevitably happen in the future.

We as Muslims believe in the Divine Decree of Allah, that whatever occurs happens by the Will of Allah alone. However we as beings are given the freedom of choice by Allah. So if I was to define ‘destiny’ in my own words, I would define it as such: Read more…

The mother of my children

Few days ago we had some family friends over for lunch. It was a nice gathering of close friends, including a young couple with a young child, and lots of talk of weddings to come in the summer. The afternoon was filled with talks revolving around the topics I love most; family, love, children, and happiness. My mind however was fixated on the topic of children, my children, and the woman who I will have the pleasure of sharing such blessings with. Read more…

Who is she?

Last night I laid in bed thinking for a good 3 hours, “who is she?”. I wondered “where is she?”. I asked “what’s her name?”. Those were a few of the questions I could not answer, but I can say the following about her:

She’s a Muslimah
She loves
Allah and His Prophet above all
She loves me unconditionally
She would help raise and love my child as her own
She respects me
She honors me
She supports me
She makes me breathless when without her
She is breathless when without me
She pleases me as I please her
She understands me
She understands me
She understands me
She believes in me
She tells me all the things that bother her
She feels safe with me
She trusts me
She knows and believes that I would die for her
She wants to learn and grow together
She is all I think about
She is my other half and she completes me
She is my queen, my love

She is… my WIFE

So they say…

Another free-style piece of writing… I’ve only got 10 minutes to spare while at the office so here goes:

So they say…

So they say who marries as a teen, fathers a child, and still be clean?
So they say a man can’t be divorced and innocent, it must be him – it must be me.
So they say he’s a Muslim, a talker, a liar, a cheater, how else could it be? 
So they say who speaks of love and has a beard? He must be a hypocrite, he must be weird.
So they say love don’t last, it’s only a word, a thing that will pass. Sad ain’t it how they say what they say? 
So they say… so they say… such are the things they say. 

– Scribbler

Divorce Plague

Define: Plague

  • any large scale calamity (especially when thought to be sent by God) (source: Google web definition)

Subhan Allah… (especially when thought to be sent by God). Well although I’m in total disagreement regarding that second half of the definition, I do agree that Allah (the one and true deity worthy of worship) is associated with us in this life, whether it be with blessings or calamities (let me explain before you jump the gun). Read more…

I write because…

I was sitting here thinking about a few things, amongst them being why I write, why I write as Scribbler. What is it that brings me to share intimate secrets with strangers? What is it that causes my pen to flow out to the public? I know why it is I write about the things that I do, but I thought I’d think a little deeper about it. 

I write because… I have a lot of things to say about a lot of things. Some time back – not too long ago – I realized that I could express myself pretty well in written form, particularly about topics I’m passionate about. The topic I’m most passionate about is Love, and so you may see a difference in both style and coherence between posts relating to Love and those not relating to Love.

I write because…  Read more…

I wait…

I’m going to attempt to write another poem on the fly… I’m in a poetic mood right now… I Wait

I sit here thinking, breathing, thinking
Remembering the days that have gone
Wondering of the days to come
Will I continue to cry?
They say time is a healer of things
Will this savior hasten to me?
We live, we learn, we die, we yearn
We yearn? We learn?
 How does one set himself free?
Free of chains he cannot see?
Until I cease to yearn…
Until I truly learn…
I wait

Poem: Trusts me not

She trusts me not?

She trusts me not?

I wrote this poem approximately 10 minutes before publishing it… simply wrote it on the fly.

I hope you all like the first poem I share on

A conversation I had over the phone last night inspired me to write it; we discussed the important pillar of any relationship called trust, and so here it is:

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