What happens when the gifts we asked Allah for become the very things that keep us from Him?
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It is fascinating how people willingly care for plants that may never bear fruit, never thank them, never remember them, and give them almost nothing tangible in return. Yet they still water them, move them towards the sunlight, trim their leaves, and quietly find joy in watching them grow.
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When seeking sacred knowledge loses its adab, religion slowly becomes content, sacred gatherings become something merely watched instead of truly lived, and hearts begin mistaking information for understanding.
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A brief reflection on the meaning of Nisfu Sha‘ban, its significance as a night of mercy and forgiveness, and the traditional practice of reciting Surah Yā Sīn with focused intentions in preparation for Ramaḍān.
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Your first breath was not your request,
your final breath will not wait for permission.
So what sense is there
to live every breath in between
as if the whole script belongs to you?
Over 640 days have passed. Children are still under rubble. The world scrolls, silent. This is a prayer, a plea, and a reminder that if you are still feeling, you are still alive. And you are not helpless.
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Before you seek knowledge, seek alignment.
Come with intention, not for praise, but for presence.
Empty your cup. heck your heart.
Carry adab (manners) like it’s part of your uniform.
Switch off distractions.
And let this gathering, this moment, take priority.
This isn’t just a class. It’s a turning point.
A path. A return.
The heart turns fast, from love to resentment, from seeking forgiveness to refusing it. But a heart not trained by Allah will only lead us astray. Have we truly forgiven, or just moved on? And when we ask Allah for mercy, have we shown it to others? Confront your inner restlessness, and ask: has your heart truly been guided by Him, or merely by its own desire?
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I never thought I’d live to see,
This horror in full view.
Yet worse - it is the silence,
That breaks the heart in two.
But what if time does not exist?
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Have you ever wondered:
Is darkness the absence of light,
or is light the eraser of darkness?
What if light is the intruder,
and darkness the eternal canvas?
I'm here! I'm here! Look up! look up! We are here! Alive! Pulsing with the same breath
that fills your lungs!
He was the man behind “Sarang Café,” but really, he was the true frontman of Revamp Truthseekers.
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Before you question about the ruling of smoking in Islam, ask yourself first if you are sincere about submitting to its rules. Ask yourself if you are seeking the truth or merely seeking answers which suits your desire. If it is the latter then don't bother asking.
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In search of peace and tranquility, we fed our lips with Malboro, Lucky Strike, Salem and even Gudang Garam hoping that the smoke would reach the core of our souls which we believe is somewhere in our lungs triggering happiness
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The clock struck six. As scheduled, the guests came promptly that evening. However, due to a traffic jam, my parents arrived home half an hour later. That evening marked the first time our parents met. At first, all was well or so I thought based on the conversation that went over dinner. Then the unexpected happened.
At around 7.45pm, an expression of displeasure marked her father’s face. By 8.00pm, he dropped a bomb on us and asked solemnly, “Are you all not praying Maghrib?”
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