AbdurRahman

 Muslims Till Death: AS SALAAMU ALAYKUM WARAHMATULLAH WABARAKAATUHU . LET'S START TONIGHT'S EDUCATION. OUR TOPIC IS 👇.                                                                            *THE PILGRIMAGE TO MECCAH (HaJJ) * (Episode 1)                                                                                                            ...

 Muslims Till Death: AS SALAAMU ALAYKUM WARAHMATULLAH WABARAKAATUHU . LET'S START TONIGHT'S EDUCATION. OUR TOPIC IS 👇.                                                                            *CHOOSING A FRIEND* (Episode 2(final)                                                                                                              ...

 *Wake Up Call* [[-4th Episode-]] ------------------ بسم الله الرحمان الرجيم Dear Muslim, listen carefully. This could change your life forever. You know that beautiful feeling in Ramadan? Waking up for Tahajjud, whispering your secrets to Allah (swt), feeling so close to Him. Why did you stop because Ramadan and first ten days of Dhul-hjjah is gone? Was Ramadan the only time Allah (swt) listened? Was Dhul-Hijjah the only time Allah (swt) came close to you? No. Never. Listen to what the Prophet Muhammad (peace and blessings be upon him) said. And let these words shake your heart: "Our Lord Almighty descends to the lowest heaven in the last third of every night, saying: Who is calling upon Me that I may answer him? Who is asking from Me that I may give him? Who is seeking My forgiveness that I may forgive him?" 📚Source: S‌ah‌i‌h‌ al-Bukha‌ri‌ 1145, S‌ah‌i‌h‌ Muslim 758 Read that again. Slowly. Allah did NOT say: "I only descend in Ramadan." Allah did NOT say: "...

 *Wake Up Call* [[-3rd Episode-]] ------------------ بسم الله الرحمان الرجيم Allah (swt) did not stop being Lord after Ramadan and the first ten days of dhul-hjjah. Muslims today are of two categories: "the part-time Muslims and the full-time Muslims." The part-time Muslims are those who will return to their old self after Ramadan and dhul-hjjah: not reading Qur'an everyday: becoming weaker in all acts of worship. The full-time Muslims increase their good deeds. They work even harder after Ramadan and dhul-hjjah. This reminds me, Ustaz Abdulqadir wasn’t a scholar. He was not a part-time Muslim but a FULL-TIME MUSLIM. Yes. From Ramadan to Ramadan, he hardly missed reciting Qur'an outside swalah. And in his house, every morning after Fajr prayer, the Qur’an recitation started playing. It was the background while his children got ready for school. When he left for his business centre, the Qur’an travelled with him, its divine verses emanating from a small speaker on his ...

 *_DAILY ISLAMIC REMINDER_* Yaumul ahad | 14th day of Dhul-Ḥijjah, 1447 AH | Sunday, 31st May 2026.  *_TAFSEER OF SUURAH AL-INFITAR (Qur’an 82) WITH CONTEXT / HISTORICAL BACKGROUND_*. BismilLah.  Alhamdulillah for granting us the opportunity to resume our studies of the Qur’an. Suurah Al-Infitar vividly describes the events of the Day of Judgment and the signs of the approaching end of the world. The imagery of the sky splitting and the stars scattering emphasizes the absolute power of ALLAH Azzawajal and the certainty of resurrection. It reminds us that deeds, good or bad, are recorded and will be judged, urging accountability and moral consciousness. This suurah was revealed at a time when the Prophet ﷺ faced ridicule from the disbelievers regarding the Hereafter. It emphasizes that all creation bears witness to the reality of the Day of Judgment, and that human actions are tracked and will have consequences. It’s a warning and a reminder to reflect on our lives and our...

 Nīkah Written by Qādr, Tested by Genotype Chapter Twenty-Five: Tears Before Asr and Understanding After Pain It was almost the time of Asr prayer, and the light inside the house had begun to shift gently, becoming softer as the afternoon slowly moved toward evening. The atmosphere was calm, but the emotional weight from the earlier conversation still remained in the room like something invisible but deeply felt. My eyes were still filled with tears, and I could no longer hold them back or hide them. They were not tears of weakness alone, but tears that came from years of experiences finally reaching a moment of expression. I tried to wipe them quietly, but they kept returning because what we had just spoken about had opened emotions that had been buried for a long time. Ghurobah looked at me carefully, her small face filled with confusion and concern. Ghurobah: “Mama, why are you crying?” Before I could respond, Julaybib gently placed his hand on her shoulder and spoke in a calm v...

 Nīkah Written by Qādr, Tested by Genotype Chapter Twenty-Four: Truth After Dhuhr Immediately after the Dhuhr prayer, we returned home together, and there was a different kind of silence in the house, not the silence of sadness, but the silence of expectation. It felt like everyone already knew that something important was about to be said, even though no one had yet spoken about it openly. Sibghatullah and Ghurobah quickly settled down in the middle of the sitting room as I had asked, sitting closely together while their father positioned himself opposite them. I sat slightly to the side, watching carefully, sensing that this conversation would carry both emotional weight and long-overdue understanding. Julaybib placed his hands together calmly and looked at them for a moment before speaking. Julaybib: “Today, I want you both to hear something not as children only, but as people who are growing into understanding life.” Sibghatullah nodded slightly. Sibghatullah: “Is it another st...

 Nīkah Written by Qādr, Tested by Genotype Chapter Twenty-Three: Rain, Qur’an, and Smiles After Years of Trials It was one of those mornings where the sky carried a soft rain that fell gently without anger, and the air was cool enough to make everyone stay indoors or gather under shelter. The whole environment felt calm, and for once, there was no rush, no hospital worry, no urgent stress about sickness or medication. It felt like a small break had been written into our lives, even if only for a short time. We were all together in one space, myself, my husband Julaybib, and our children Sibghatullah and Ghurobah. The sound of rain tapping lightly on the surroundings created a peaceful background that made everything feel softer than usual. Sibghatullah was sitting comfortably, holding a Qur’an, while Ghurobah stayed close to me, watching everything with curiosity. Julaybib suddenly looked at Sibghatullah with a playful expression, the kind of expression that meant something mischie...

 Nīkah Written by Qādr, Tested by Genotype Chapter Twenty-Two: When Blessings Finally Speak Clearly Alhamdulilah, it had been exactly fifteen years since we got married, and when I looked back at everything that had happened within that period, it felt like I was reviewing a life that had passed through different seasons of ease, difficulty, silence, and understanding. Time had moved in a way that did not feel slow or fast anymore, but meaningful in a way that could only be understood through reflection. Sibghatullah had now grown into a young boy on the path of adulthood, approaching fourteen years of age, while his younger sister Ghurobah was approaching seven years old. They were no longer small children in the way we once knew them, because their personalities, awareness, and understanding had begun to develop in ways that showed growth and maturity. Sibghatullah was already in Senior Secondary School 2 and preparing to move into SS3, while Ghurobah had just completed her prima...

 Nīkah Written by Qādr, Tested by Genotype Chapter Twenty-One: Truth Spoken in Tears When my husband returned home that day, the atmosphere inside me was already heavy because of everything I had discussed earlier with my friends. I had not planned to bring it up immediately, but something within me felt that it was necessary not to delay it. I told him everything we had spoken about regarding genotype, how we had reflected on awareness, and how we felt it should have been understood earlier in our lives, especially before marriage and children. For a moment, I thought he would become upset or withdraw into silence, but instead, he looked at me quietly and said that it was something he had also been thinking about for a long time. He said he wanted us to talk about it properly, without rushing, without fear, and without hiding how deeply it had affected us. That was how the conversation began between us, slowly, carefully, and with a heaviness that neither of us could ignore. We sa...

 Nīkah Written by Qādr, Tested by Genotype Chapter Twenty: What We Learned Too Late Life after marriage did not unfold in the way we once imagined when we were younger and full of simple expectations about love, companionship, and family. Instead, what followed was a long journey marked by repeated trials, emotional weight, and moments that forced us to grow in ways we never prepared for. Over time, what once felt like excitement turned into responsibility, and what once felt like ease became something we only remembered from a distance. We lost people along the way, not always through conflict, but through distance that slowly formed as life became heavier. Some friends stopped visiting, some relatives became less present, and some relationships simply faded because they could not withstand the consistency of difficulty that followed us. However, even in the midst of that silence, there remained a small circle of people who continued to stand by us without hesitation. Among them w...

 Nīkah Written by Qādr, Tested by Genotype Chapter Nineteen: Between Tests and Mercy Days passed in a way that no longer felt steady or predictable, because time itself seemed to move with a pattern that carried repeated trials without warning. Weeks followed one another, and those weeks eventually turned into months, yet within that flow of time, health did not remain constant for our family. Illness became something that appeared suddenly and moved from one person to another, as if it was passing through the household in cycles that we could not fully prevent. Sibghatullah fell ill during one week, and just when we thought he was recovering, his younger sister Ghurobah became unwell in the following weeks, and not long after that, their father also became sick, leaving me to witness each situation one after another without any pause in between. There were moments when I sat alone and felt overwhelmed by everything that was happening around me, because it felt as though I was the ...

 Nīkah Written by Qādr, Tested by Genotype Chapter Eighteen: A Day of Eid, A Heart Full of Meaning It was the day of Eid, and the morning carried a gentle breeze that moved through the air in a way that felt calm, refreshing, and filled with quiet joy. The atmosphere itself seemed to reflect a sense of renewal, as if the struggles we had gone through were being softened, even if only for a moment. The sky was clear, and the sounds of people preparing for the day could be heard from a distance, creating a feeling of unity that only such a day could bring. Sibghatullah stood before me, dressed in beautiful clothes that fit him perfectly, and I found myself looking at him longer than usual, because every moment like this carried a deeper meaning after everything we had been through. His appearance reflected growth, strength, and a kind of happiness that made my heart feel full. He adjusted his clothes with excitement, moving around with the energy of a child who understood that the da...