Leaves In The Wind. Chapter 20

Bismillahir Rahmanir Raheem Read the end note,please. My eyes opened with the heat of the sun beating down on my face. The leathery car seat was burning my back. I sat up groggily. Ammi was looking straight ahead while Chachi was softly snoring. The driver’s eyes were fixed on the road. We were heading home….

Leaves In The Wind.Chapter 19

Bismillah “Come here.” I had to look up before realising my mother was talking to me. Alhamdulillah ,against all odds. She had made it. I was grateful but also resentful. Grateful because when she was discharged,I could leave Hanafa’s house. I would not call her Aunty anymore,at least not in my mind. She was now…

Heroes Part One – Shaikh Abdullah Azzaam

Originally posted on Lives Less Ordinary:
SHEIKH ABDULLAH AZZAM. Dr. Sheikh Abdullah Yusuf Azzam. Palestinian. Assassinated on 24 November 1989 in Peshawar, Pakistan, Aged 48. 1st Hand Accounts. Time Magazine wrote about him that ‘ he was the reviver of Jihad in the 20th Century’. Abdullah Yusuf Azzam was born in the village of Ass-ba’ah…

Leaves In The Wind. Chapter 18

Bismillah. The door opened and I saw a flicker of pink in the shadows. That was odd. It was then that I saw her feet… limp and cold. “Mamma!” I resorted to the name I used to call her when I first learnt to speak. Before I realised I would never take the place of…

Leaves In The Wind.Chapter 17

Bismillah Fear grew as tall as a gum tree and wrapped it’s tentacles around my throat, silencing my cries as I tried to call out for my mother. The wind stood still, not a leaf fell as the quiet eerily grew. Where was she? How could she leave me? My little legs and the fear…

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Bismillah,   We plan,Allah plans and He is the Best of planners. I had fully intended to post on schedule but I have been knocked out/sick. Request for duas. Will post when my energy is up and will make up for missed days.   JazakAllah for your patience.

Leaves In The Wind.Chapter 16

Bismillah   Dear Ilyaas..  Tum kahaa ho?Where are you? I have been looking for you ever since I reached camp. They said you have been missing since the past six months. Some have taken you for dead. In my hearts of hearts , I refuse to believe this… whether out of love and hope for…

Leaves In The Wind. Chapter 15

Bismillah. Zulfikr. There was pandemonium on the platform after the shot rang out, years of training made me instinctively run for the doors. “Are you running away fauji-soldier? ” A shaved,middle aged mustached man asked me almost sneeringly. People like this got to me, they were always there to put you down, trip you,think the…

The Growing Up Diaries.2. Lemons,Sisters and Dogs.

Bismillah ————————————————————————————————- Man. That was a tiring day. I pulled out my phone to snapchat my important life events that day, like gyming and sampling an amazing raibagel- a bagel in all the primary colours, although my very deep inner voice whispered that  it wasn’t exactly all that tasty except for how pretty it looked…

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Bi’ismihi Taala InshaaAllah, new posting schedule. Either on a Sun or Mon- a Leaves in the wind post will go out. (This is a more serious ,dramatic blog based on true events with a sweeping saga setting) On a Wed or Thurs-a Growing up Diary entry will go out and on a Saturday, we will…

The Growing Up Diaries. 1. The start.

  Bismillah 10:25 am “Yes! Score!Score!” I muttered gleefully as I pulled out another ingrown hair from my calf. Tweezers pffft, my nails were on fire. Who needed a razor either,or laser treatment? My room door banged open. “ I heard you cackling.” My sister stood glaring at me. Just glaring,then she turned her icy…