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Tooba Khokhar, Cambridge This wakeful heart is a lantern—hide it under your cloak.Pass beyond these restless winds; they carry chaos and strife.– Rumi[1] Every speck of us is finite, but our souls are not. Our bodies are of this world, but our hearts carry a memory of the Divine. It is precisely because of this
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Rameen Masood, Leicester Alhmadulillah we are fortunate to be witnessing another Ramadan. In a world where purpose is often deluged by the noise of fleeting distractions and self-indulgence, Ramadan has arrived to emphasise and remind that our Lord, our Creator, Who is Al-Baseer (All-Seeing), As-Sami (All-Hearing), Al-Mutaqallim (He Who Speaks) is ever-present. Always. This is
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Dr Qurratul-Ain Anni Rehman, London (Dr Rehman is the National President of the Ahmadi Muslim women’s organisation here in the UK) As 2025 approaches, here in the UK there will be preparations for welcoming in the new year with fireworks and parties and reminiscing about 2024. However, for many people in the world 2024 will
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Munazzah Chou, Farnham Ijtema in the ‘90s as a young nasirat (member of the girls’ auxiliary) was all about the academic competitions; recitation and memorisation of the Holy Quran, memorised speeches – and nazm (poem) for those who could hold a tune – sadly not me! Preparation for ijtema competitions start months in advance, working
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Fatiha Nadeem, Bradford Unity. Love. Service. Such emotions and sentiments arise when attending the Jalsa Salana UK. By the grace of Allah, I had the blessed opportunity to attend this year’s Jalsa a few days ago and will try to summarise my experience. My family and I began our journey on Thursday morning from my
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Yusra Dahri, Tilford I splay out my handsInspecting my scars with awe.No longer are my wrists being wrenchedFrom my very body.I raise them in prayerGrateful that I was wrong:For my God did not forsake me. And my mission is not yet doneI must find the rest of themThe lost tribes, the lost children.Like the balm
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Iffat Mirza, Cambridge This last Ramadan I had invited some old school friends to break our fast together and have dinner. As we discussed our plans for the rest of the year, events that we had looked forward to for months, tickets bought a year ago, or celebrations coming up, one issue kept coming up:
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