Beloved ramadan memories

The most beloved moments in Ramadan,

the quiet peace of the night hours,

my heart, left on the prayer mat

my soul, full of joy

quiet dark moments

The rising of a beautiful moon,

marking the end of these beloved days…

almost over

The sky after fajr,

bursting in the most amazing colours,

full of peace and remembrance

fajr sky

What are your most beloved ramadan moments? Share them on the comments, I’d love to hear…


There is always light

Your joy is your sorrow unmasked.
And the selfsame well from which your laughter rises was oftentimes filled with your tears.
And how else can it be?
The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain.
Is not the cup that holds your wine the very cup that was burned in the potter’s oven?
And is not the lute that soothes your spirit, the very wood that was hollowed with knives?
When you are joyous, look deep into your heart and you shall find it is only that which has given you sorrow that is giving you joy.
When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight.

Some of you say, “Joy is greater thar sorrow,” and others say, “Nay, sorrow is the greater.”
But I say unto you, they are inseparable.
Together they come, and when one sits, alone with you at your board, remember that the other is asleep upon your bed.

Verily you are suspended like scales between your sorrow and your joy.
Only when you are empty are you at standstill and balanced.
When the treasure-keeper lifts you to weigh his gold and his silver, needs must your joy or your sorrow rise or fall.

On Joy and Sorrow
 Kahlil Gibran


This post, and my thoughts, are with all human beings suffering from a depression.

I can only try, but never imagine, how hard it must be, when even the simplest things become difficult, that it hurts to get out of bed.

How hard it must be, that love ones around do not recognize it as a dangerous illness and keep telling to just do it and stop whining…

But I know one thing. It does not matter how hard it is, how dark everything is, there is always light. You may not see it yet, but it is there, for the change of dark and light is the way the world goes. Without sorrow there is no joy, without pain no happiness, and without dark no light…


Sunshine, dust and the messenger

Morning light through the bedroom window
Slow motion dust specks swirling in the sun
I close my eyes, and I’m floating along.
Sun did you warm the face of the Prophet
The way you warm mine, and make this room glow.
Dust were you brushed from the beard of the Prophet,
Returning from Jihad so long ago.

Allah humma Salli Ala Muhammad
Ya Rabbal Alameen
Allah humma Salli Ala Muhammad
Salallahu Alayhi Wa Sallam

I love this nasheed! Here you can hear it in full…