Peace, Politics, and Power: Reassessing the Nobel Peace Prize Through a Muslim Lens

YOU WOULD THINK that peace is a universal concept and that the Nobel Peace Prize is a symbol of this. It is meant to recognise individuals and organisations that have made exceptional efforts to promote peace, resolve conflicts and advance human rights. But over the years, I began to notice a pattern. The prize seemed … Continue reading Peace, Politics, and Power: Reassessing the Nobel Peace Prize Through a Muslim Lens

Are We Suffering for Adam and Hawa’s Mistake? A Misunderstood Question

ON MY RECENT travels, a young man asked a thought-provoking question: “Are we suffering on Earth because Adam and Hawa disobeyed Allah and ate from the forbidden tree? Shouldn’t they face the consequences instead of us?” The question may seem logical at first, but it comes from a common misunderstanding, more related to Christian ideas … Continue reading Are We Suffering for Adam and Hawa’s Mistake? A Misunderstood Question

Was It Worth It? A Reflection on Sacrifice, Struggle, and the Meaning of Success

HOW MANY LIVES were lost? How much destruction did we witness? In the face of such immense pain and devastation, I hear many asking a question: Was it worth it? And what, if anything, was truly gained? The answer depends entirely on how we define success. For those who view this world as the only … Continue reading Was It Worth It? A Reflection on Sacrifice, Struggle, and the Meaning of Success

Echoes of Salahuddin: A Lesson for Our Time

ON OCTOBER 2ND, 1187, Salahuddin al-Ayubi, rahimahullah, marched into Jerusalem. After 88 years of Crusader occupation, the holy city was once again in Muslim hands. But this victory did not come easily. It was not won through force alone. It was earned through patience, through strategy, and above all, through unity. Before he could liberate the land, Salahuddin had … Continue reading Echoes of Salahuddin: A Lesson for Our Time

I Sit With My Elders

(Inspired by Surah Yā Sīn ayah 12 and an earlier article.) I sit with my elders—silent, still, Their faces are maps of time’s quiet will. Eyes that have watched generations unfold, Hands that have weathered both fire and cold. Knotted by age, those fingers once strong Built homes, cradled infants, righted the wrong. What scenes … Continue reading I Sit With My Elders