Midnight Blues

One of my biggest life lessons was learning the concept of tawfeeq.

Ibn al-Qayyim is my kindred spirit, fo real. Just thinking about his books make my thoughts pause. He’s been one of my biggest influences on my writing, and it goes back to his book al-Fawaaid. Before I learnt Arabic, I had read translated excerpts here and there but it wasn’t until much later that I realized how much of the beauty was stripped in translation.

His book al-Fawaaid is like his Twitter page if he were alive today; bite-sized thoughts of reflection and wondrous observations. In it, he’s written quite a lot about tawfeeq, which essentially entails Allaah facilitating or paving the way for one, to success or attainment of goals.

He explains that unless Allaah wills for something to happen, it just won’t happen, regardless of how much effort one puts into doing something. And just…

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No words would be more comforting right now other than His:

لا حول ولاقوة إلا بالله
lā ḥawla wa lā quwwata illā billāh
“There is no might nor power except in Allah.”

O you who have believed, seek help through patience and prayer. Indeed, Allah is with the patient. (2:153)

Midnight Blues

​Although we fall through the stereotypical cracks, BLACK MUSLIM (hijabi) WOMEN are going to get the most backlash from not only a racist America, but the racist West as a whole. Brexit and Trump’s presidency has revealed the true colours of the white supremacist West.
We are visual representations of everything Trump and his supporters hate. They don’t need to see our immigrant status or hear an accent or ask about our sexuality to hate us. I’m not saying that for oppression Olympics, but WE ARE MOVING TARGETS.

We are going to be the most vulnerable and affected, please don’t brush us over.
When people think of BLACK they think of MEN.

When people think of MUSLIM they think of ARAB.

When people think of WOMEN they think of WHITE.
Be extra supportive and protective of visibly Black Muslim Women. We’re VERY scared.

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Alia Abdullah


In 2008, I was accepted to law school. It’s safe to say that I was absolutely thrilled. My heart pumped fast with anticipation. I kept grinning at anyone and everyone. I was that girl who had stars in my eyes.  Deep inside, I believed that I would change the world. I was completely convinced that I would love being a family lawyer because I wanted to fight for justice.

I was wrong.

I went from one internship to the next feeling positively puzzled. Bit my bit, my passion waned. Having to stay up till 2 am on hectic days, with no time at all for my family and friends, made me miserable. Worse still, I started to realize something that truly shattered my heart. I realized that junior lawyers could not choose our cases. I realized that I could be standing up for someone when my gut feeling was telling me…

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I was studying in UK in 2001. That was the year of the 9/11 attacks. When the attacks occurred, most of us international students were home for the summer break. Including many of my Muslim friends. After the attacks, many of them were apprehensive about going back to the UK. But they had to. And they did.

Looking back, I think it was extremely courageous of them to do so. Because they went back to a place where a significant part of the population viewed them with immense suspicion. And I know it was tough for many of my Muslim friends studying in UK then. The emotional stress was immense. None of them were terrorists, but many of them were terrified. Terrified by the suspicious looks and threatening glares from a lot of the Brits. If I were them, and if I knew the treatment that I would receive, I don’t know…

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