بسم الله My father slowly spun on his heel, turning to face us. Hope soared in my chest like an eagle taking flight. “Ok.” I ran across the room and threw my arms around him in joy. I was sure he would come around to Saleem coming home. I would get Ammi to convince … Continue reading Leaves in the Wind. Seema’s Diary. For all of time, I will love you.
بسم الله They say,scent is the strongest tie to memory. Doesn't each house have its own particular smell? If you've been away for long, as soon as it hits you, you know, you're home. The fragrance of the jasmine flowers on our balcony, the polish of the parquet floors and my mother's oh so familiar … Continue reading Leaves in the Wind. Seema’s Diary. A stitch in time.
بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم In “Nazhatul Majaalis”, it is narrated that Hazrat Abu Haa’mid Qazwaini (radi Allahu anhu) said: A man and his son were on a journey. On the way, the father died and his face was transformed to that of a swine. The son, seeing this, cried bitterly and prayed to Allah. Soon … Continue reading The miracles of Salawaat
Bismillah Leaves in the Wind is the story of a little girl, Johara. The story is set just after the partition of India and Pakistan. Before the final chapter of Seema's Diary is published, here's the links to the Season One chapters, chronicling Johara’s life with her family under the whisper of war, love, loyalty, … Continue reading All posts in one place and a notice
Maslamah bin ‘Abdil Malik was the brother-in-law of ‘Umar bin ‘Abdil ‘Azeez (rahimahullah). He was among the members of the Banu Umayyah family who enjoyed the most luxurious and comfortable lifestyle. Once, ‘Umar bin ‘Abdil ‘Azeez (rahimahullah) learned that Maslamah was spending one thousand dirhams (silver coins) daily on food alone! Concerned over this extravagance, he … Continue reading Simplicity is the sweetest.
The heat of the sun burned through my sleeves and prickled my skin. I jolted awake. We were in the back of a lorry, pressed against stained baggage and people. The smell of poverty and desperation was palpable. I cringed as an old lady spat over the side and quickly removed my leg from … Continue reading Leaves in the Wind. Seema’s Diary.Time is running out
Ebrahim gurgled as I picked him up. His chubby little hands pulling my nose. He consumed my heart completely. I glanced up at Saleem to see him also gazing at our son who had brought such joy to our lives that we didn't think possible. It eased the pain we had known and drew us … Continue reading Leaves in the Wind. Seema’s Diary. Time did not move.