The orange ball


A sunset at the chain of generations

And another sunset… the cycle of day and night, winter and summer, dark and light, life and death on this earth keep me amazed. I have been searching for my ancestors a while now, at the moment I can track my forefathers to the 16th century, and this chain of generations is somehow beyond my grasp. How life is so fragile and still everything goes exactly the way god has planned it to be… This thought makes me so grateful for an opportunity to be here…

The simple things

It’s the simple things in life,

we usually overlook,

but, when we miss them,

we realize,

that they were a blessing…


On this note, I wish all a blessed Ramadhan, let us make the best of these nights!

May Allah make us one of those who enters ar-Rayyan! amiin

(And a note to my dear non-muslim readers, in the month of ramadan, we muslims do not eat from sunrise to sunset, so this glass of water and the date were so precious to me at that time, it was still some hours to sunset left…)

If they only knew…

The rose from this picture is dried by now. It has lost its beauty and scent, no one will enjoy the bright colors anymore.


But this rose was a part of a very special occasion, which drove us to tears. No tears of sorrow, it was tears of joy.

An evening to remember.

I received this flower as a gift on a saturday, few weeks ago. We were gathering in the mosque as usual. But it was not an usual afternoon.

On this saturday another new sister joined our community and said her shahada, which is the testimony, that there is only one God worthy of worship, and that Muhammad, peace and blessings upon him, is the last messenger.

When I think of the beauty of the rose, and how it’s gone by now, I remember that the words from the sister are not forgotten or gone. Nor are the words from the thousands other women and men, who enter islam every year, and they will always remember their shahada as the words, which gave their hearts the true peace.

Peace, and the knowledge, that nothing in this world happens in vain, that none of us is meaningless, and that life has a higher purpose.

The knowledge and peace kings and rulers would fight for, if they only knew…

8th of Dhul Hijja

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So its finally there, first day of the hajj starts! 8th of Dhul Hijja is the first official day of hajj. The gathered pilgrims travel from Mecca to Medina, its a small village, tent city east of the city. The pilgrims start stay there praying, reading Quran and resting for the coming great efforts they are going to make, inchaAllah

Here a really beautiful quotation from a book:

“The Hajj is not a journey of going; it is a journey of returning. The pilgrim is not going to Makkah. He is returning to his source, Allah The Source of Everything.”

(Hajj of the heart by Dr Y Mansoor Marican)

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I was not much outside these days, we were all sick Alhamdulillah, but here on of my last makro shots, before the old digicam broke…

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Hajj is here

Mecca in 1850

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Its Hajj season! Alhamdulillah, mashaAllah, how I wish I could be one of them, sitting in a plane towards Makkah! Feeling the exitement… *sigh*

Maybe one day, inchaAllah, if Allah wills…

“One who comes to this House for Hajj and avoids all lewdness and sins, he returns as he was on the day his mother gave birth to him.” 

(Bukhari & Muslim)

 So autumn is somehow the fitting time when thinking about flying to hajj. In autumn the trees let their leaves go, to be reborn in spring. Like to go to hajj and to return without sins like a newborn baby.

Of course, since hajj is not bound to autumn because of the moon-calender, you can’t really relate one to another, but I the beauty in both is incomparable to any other season or trip somewhere.

flower on the fieldAnd here just another autumn flower, somehow I thought of hajj when seeing it, really don’t know why 😀 Maybe because it has hidden beauty in it, like the pilgrims in makkah. I love to see all the people from all over the world, wearing almost same clothes, preparing for the most important meeting in their live.

With their Creator, Allah the Allmighty…