Stories about God

Letters to God

The box was placed between old grimy paperbacks. It had been there for a long time. She could tell by the layers of dust that enveloped it, obscuring it. She removed it from the iron shelves and opened it while her heart slammed painfully against her ribs. It had been a home for her letters, the ones she had written a decade ago. The envelopes sealed by glue had been opened-mother had read them. She didn’t care. She picked up the first one and went through it. She finished. The tear stained page now dampened by fresh tears. Maybe taking a trip down memory ...

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I’ll remember, insha’Allah

The other day I scheduled a long-overdue appointment for a dental cleaning. I had called a few days in advance and arranged for an early-morning slot so that I could arrive in the office before the workload got too heavy. Leaving my apartment about 35 minutes before the appointment, I imagined I left enough time to arrive on schedule. That is, until I got into a small car accident less than ten minutes later. As I waited to turn right at an intersection not far from my apartment, the car behind me abruptly drove into the rear of my small hatchback, suddenly ...

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Make sure to have ‘lived’ life before you die

A 33-year-old friend of mine died two years ago, leaving behind two children and a husband who was madly in love with her. A car accident left her in coma for 30 hours before she passed away. Once people heard the news, they said it was an “unfortunate and untimely death”. As much as I hated knowing that I would never see her again, I knew this was God’s will, and that we all have to go where she went in her death. Death is an inescapable reality that every person has to face and certainly not an option we can avoid. ...

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Gaza: Disgust and dismay

I am dismayed and disgusted by the biased, one-sided reporting about the Israeli strike in Gaza; the mainstream media is making it out as if Gaza has instigated the violence when the truth is that Israel provoked the Gazans all through the month of October, killed a mentally disabled man, shot a young boy while he was playing soccer, and finally assassinated a Hamas leader who they had entrusted with the impossible task of maintaining the truce, all the while continuing its inhuman blockade of the occupied territories without remorse, continuing to build illegal settlements, continuing to force Palestinians ...

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God works in mysterious ways

As you drive down the road connecting Zamzama with Khayaban-e-Shujaat, you come across a market, at the border of Defence and Clifton Cantonment. The road itself winds down into Shujaat and if you are of the ilk, it shall take you down to the Sunday Bazaar in Defence Phase VIII. In front of this market are a set of fruit and vegetable thela walas (street vendors), lined up against the wall of Zamzama Park. That section of the road is peppered with cars buying fruits according to their purchasing power. Inside the park, oblivious to their proximity, a legion of affluent ...

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On a crisp autumn day

Lifted by crisp autumn wind, Whirl and eddy, And dance up on the ground.   They revel in their flight, To the trees that once beheld them. Some dry leaves, Move upwards, And the rest fall to the earth, Like broken dreams.   Their fall is subsumed, In the lament, Of the autumn wind.   “What makes them vibrate with pleasure? Who gives life to the broken leaves? A benign force in the world, Or a malevolent spirit,” Wonders my soul.   Seeing their joyous flight, My soul yearns, For a divine dance: A dance that lets it, Break shackles, Of earthly existence.   The soul longs passionately, Like a white-robed whirling dervish, Who with closed eyes, And extended arms, Seeks divine union.   The soul desires, To soar in the air: Light ...

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All you ever need is you

The moment you recognise that you will always stand alone in a battlefield is the most terrifying moment of your life. For it is the death of all human expectations. That is the moment you stop looking behind your shoulder, with that glimmer of hope that someone will be there to fight beside you. Or rescue you. So fear not. Allow it, instead, to be the most exalting moment of your life; because that is the moment, you recognise finally and irrevocably, your own strength. And then when you look back again, you understand. You stood alone, always. With only Him watching over you. ‘You’ fought all ...

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Kahlil Jibran meets Rumi

I am Kahlil Jibran, a poet, born in Bsharri, Lebanon and buried in my beloved homeland. Despite lacking physical existence, my bonds with the earth have not been severed. Being a spirit, I can fly across space and glide around luminous stars; but, my spatial sojourns have not diminished my love for the beautiful earth, covered with gossamer clouds. Often, I zoom down to the earth and silently visit spiritual sites, immersing myself in the divine radiance. On a balmy spring afternoon, as I was daydreaming on crisp, cotton clouds, floating over Taurus Mountains, the sight of Mevlana Rumi’s cylindrical turquoise ...

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Why my heart sings for the Himalayas

There’s nothing in the world that I find more gratifying than being out in the wild. I can spend hours gazing down into a valley or watching a river flow by and that’s what attracts me to trekking. It gives me the opportunity to be amid settings that I love the most. When I’m in the wild I become one with God’s creations. All the treks I’ve been on and the places I’ve visited are etched in my mind forever. The moments of unadulterated joy I’ve experienced on these trips live on within me; captured in my mind’s eye to ...

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Confessions of a non-hijabi

As a teen, a couple of years ago, influenced by society and culture, I decided to wear a scarf over my head whenever I went out. Then, as the wheels of maturity turned, I wriggled out of the cocoon of ignorant following and started to question myself. Why exactly did I cover my head? Was it because some of my friends had adopted the practice and many people I knew did the same? I stopped. That was it! Guilty as charged. As expected from any mother who took pride in the fact that her daughter had become a ‘modest little lady’, my ...

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