Tag: Scribbler

Scribbler’s Cleaning House

Peace be to all,

I am the first to acknowledge that I have probably been the worst Scribbler known to man, however I do believe that I have some justification when I say that LIFE was the primary reason for my disappearance. I have recently felt my right hand aching for its return to the ink and decided to start off fresh. You will have noticed that the appearance of my humble abode has changed, and in addition I will be cleaning house (i.e. removing posts that seem irrelevant to my current journey or simply not what I would like to leave behind as a writer) before continuing to write. With the start of a new hijri year I ask Allah to bless us all and to aide us in all our endeavors… Ameen.

Till then children…


Sleepless Nights

702361_sleep_2The last few weeks have been restless, sleepless, and lonely for me. What is it that causes a man to endlessly toss and turn at night, and not be able to doze off into a sleepy wonderland? Long has it been since I’ve been able to embrace a pillow and close my eyes with a frownless face. Long has it been since my body felt a strong heart beat. Tonight I want to sleep and dream; dream of better days to come (God willing).

I have never felt like wanting to be a little boy held close to the chest of a loving woman. To feel safe, secure, and loved is a peaceful state I wish to experience tonight, if only for a moment.

Oh night, will you let me sleep tonight?

Jihad against Love

Lover's Gaze

Lover's Gaze

How ironic it is that the one thing I’ve dreamt about since my early teens is the one thing I fight my self against now. Through-out history, generals have lost battles, learning from them, and subsequently winning the war. This one battle I have faced – and clearly lost – has inflicted wounds that simply won’t heal, and although I realize that wounds do heal, they definitely will be a reminder engraved in my memory so long as I breathe. However, until these wounds heal I will continue to fight my self-being, desires, and even needs. This slowly-ending battle is a Jihad (struggle) unlike any I have ever faced in my life.

But just like any Jihad, it must be performed with righteous intentions & purpose in our hearts to attain a sweet reward. Allah knows of my intentions, and the purposes are many; I respect and honor her and her family’s wishes, I know that although this is a battle that requires sacrifice on my part, the reward (God Willing) shall be great whether attained in this life or the next, and finally the purpose of hope, hope to love and be loved in a manner pleasing to Allah. Read more…



Dear Readers,

You all have partaken with me upon this journey of ups and (many) downs a piece of the experienced emotional chaos. The last few days have been difficult and painful in ways I could not have imagined, nor do I wish such an experience upon anyone, but what does not kill us only makes us stronger. I honestly reached bottom’s end; I lost sight of my goals, dreams, and aspirations in life due to emotional hurt. Yesterday I reached the pit of this suffering, but only to climb back up hours later (with all praises due to Allah). I received a letter yesterday – from someone who extremely hurt me unknowingly and innocently I’m sure – sending me to this bottomless pit of darkness within my heart, yet it planted that seed of much needed strength and realization of who I am.

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Google’s Ironic Search Result

3279369635_81d57afd3d_oI was looking today through some stats relating to MuslimScribbler.com; curious to see HOW people find me. Anyhow, one particular reader landed on my page by searching for “How to cure a broken heart?” on Google. haha… truly is ironic given that I myself am trying to figure out the answer to that question.

Speaking of which, I think I figured out the answer to that question yesterday; there is no cure, at most we can patch up our heart with whatever distractions there are in life, deal with it, force yourself to move on, and hope for the better. Read more…

Obstacles of Love

784060_padlock_and_chainWhat can Love overcome, and what can it not? Are there truly obstacles to TRUE love? I decided to see what the oracle ‘GOOGLE’ had to say on the matter :), and so I typed “Obstacles of love” and hit enter; google as always retrieved hundreds of records if felt were relevant to my query. One result in particular caught my attention; “What obstacles can love overcome” was the title, a question rather that a person decided to ask on Yahoo! Answers.

For the most part people seemed to reach a consensus that in the case of TRUE love, there is no obstacle love cannot overcome. One answer in particular caught my attention: Read more…

The Beginning

689513_the_graveyardAssalamu alaikom readers,

On the 1st of September (2008) I began documenting a personal journey in pursuit of love with a particular woman, although that journey began long before I began documenting it (approx. 8 years before), it did come to an end (several ends as a matter of fact). There were plenty of obstacles along the road, and despite my determination and energy to face whatever came our way, it was not enough to win the love I’ve craved for so long. I’ve mentioned before that my sole purpose and reason for writing was to express my devotion for said woman; with her gone – despite my wasted efforts to continue to write about other topics – I cannot find that same passion to write. 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.

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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 MuslimScribbler.com.

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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