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Holy Quran: Chapter 1 - The Opening (Al-Fatihah) in English Translation

If you lived through the 90s, you’d remember that upon reaching the end of a rewinding cassette tape, it will go faster and faster. Then it stops. The end of time is said to be same - last month felt like an hour ago, and you might forget what day it is today. The pandemic has brought forth a condition we never anticipated to see in our lifetime - 2020 just started, yet we’re looking forward for it to end as though the end of it promises us something better like pot of gold at the end of a rainbow. There must be something that God is saying with all that's happening. Namrud’s arrogance was shattered by a creature as small as the mosquito – who’s to say an invisible microbe isn’t doing the same to rid the world of arrogance? World leaders who banned the niqabs are finding themselves having to wear one. We might think the virus wouldn't be a prolonged headline, it's too far away from us. Nevertheless, kun fayakun. Every living thing, even unseen to the naked eye, belongs to Allah. This pandemic reaffirms that we live in a way that is so deviated from the traditions of earlier Muslims. We have come to a point where we live in a world where we believe we need a lot of things, and we often fulfil our temporary whims by click of a mouse, and when it breaks, we replace them with a new one faster than it takes to fix it. A fast producing world filling a bottomless need. Yet our beloved Prophet’s ﷺ door was so simple that his door was not made of wood, instead of sack cloth. It should make us think how far away we are from his teachings when he ﷺ, the most beloved by God prayed to be resurrected among the destitute and poor. SubhanAllah. Where are we in this? Perhaps the pandemic is God’s way in quarantining ourselves from this dunya. From pointless shopping expeditions, and extravagant restaurant dinings, and wasteful gatherings. Truly, a moment to slow down and reflect. And the greatest pain is perhaps that in Ramadhan we realise how much our hearts miss the masjids and the timeless majesty of offering tarawih in jama’ahs, and being alongside our parents on Eid. May this pass easily and softly. Eid Mubarak. (at Melbourne, Victoria, Australia) https://www.instagram.com/p/CAc1uujpska/?igshid=11ustqzxsgv1f

May Allah fill our time with barakah.

Thank you for reading this. And thank you for making a difference in a life of an ordinary man.

One half of knowing what you want is knowing what you must give up before you get it. Your time is finite. #fromwhereistand

Throwback to the mountains where total silence is possible, to the point you can hear your own heartbeat. Sometimes we forget that if we are not willing to risk the unusual, we will have to settle for the ordinary. #throwback (at Mount Howitt)

"Life begins at the end of your comfort zone" -Neale Donald Walsch Back at the foggy peak of the southernmost part of straya. (at Mt. Wellington Summit (1270 m), Hobart, Tasmania)

I used to think that if I could paint as though it looks like a photograph, it would be a great piece of art. But now I'm thinking the reverse is just as great. Finally. Voyageur is live. Check out the link in bio! :) (at Mt Wellington - Tasmania)

Back in Tassie, something about fogs that draws me to it. It obfuscate time easily, you can't tell morning from noon. And you can't help to think how time keeps slipping away right in front of you. "By the vision of time. Man is dissipated well in decline. But for those determined in faith, aspersions 'n anoint virtuosity in pace, Pursue 'n persevere probity in faith, Patience patience all in grace." (Al-Asr 103) (at Mt Wellington, Tasmania)

Skipped some phases but somehow I#got here. Sacrificial weekends are hard, but necessary. But I know beyond the darkest shadow is the brightest light. That's what casted it anyways. #silhouette #photography #neitherhomenoraway

“To be lost is to be fully present, and to be fully present is to be capable of being in uncertainty and mystery. And one does not get lost but loses oneself, with the implication that it is a conscious choice, a chosen surrender, a psychic state achievable through geography. That thing the nature of which is totally unknown to you is usually what you need to find, and finding it is a matter of getting lost.” – Rebecca Solnit (at Devils Kitchen)

Afternoon tea and #gardening tutorial at the Webb's on a sunny #Sunday. #lulz #yesterday (at East Brighton)

One of those golden hours