#halal marriage

[ghramico]

فتيات مصريات للتعارف والزواج

[ahl-e-dil]

My dear sisters, a man that fears Allah will never hurt you.

[his-vibez]

You don’t need to:

• Disappear for 6 months

• Delete all social media

• Avoid gatherings

• Give up your hobbies

You just need to:

• Build your day around salah

• Prioritize your akhirah

• Eat halal and work out

• Wake up for Fajr/Daily Quran

• Take small,consistent steps towards Allah

It’s not about how fast you move but about staying on the right path never stopping.

Be Among 1% of Muslims.

[desigoblinacademic]

Nikah: the sacred bond that transcends even death (fi dunya wal akhirah) 𓍯𓂃𓏧♡

[chickenisamazing]

Cannot imagine tying my life to a random man's

[nando161mando]

"Stupidest tweet ever? Take a fkwit mouthing off & claim your enemies support them. All this coming from someone who's proud to stand next to one of Australia's major hatemongers, Kirallee Smith, famous for her stupid anti halal campaign & hateful opposition to marriage equality"

[the-literary-nomad]

[It's Eid so I'mma post one of my favourite South Asian romcom book ideas]

There's this girl. And she's in the arranged marriage market, right? Her parents find someone and everything seems good. The only thing is, both families refused to provide pictures so they don't know what their potential spouse looks like.

Instead each party agrees to meet at a coffee shop and explains what the other is wearing. All this communication is done between the families—they don't talk to eachother even once. [pretty normal actually]

Finally the day of the coffee date arrives. And she dresses up in the outfit she said she'd wear and goes with her mum. They park and walk towards the entrance. At that moment, her mum realizes that she forgot her phone in the car. She tells the girl to go ahead and wait near the door for her since she's an hour early any way (this fam do be like that)

So the girl goes in and instead of waiting outside in the hot sun, she goes inside. Suddenly she sees the guy in the black button down and grey jeans and a baseball hat covering his thick curly hair.

He waves at her—she realizes he recognizes her clothing. She smiles and walk toward him. She realizes that oh my god she hit the jackpot because his eyes are like the lightest shade of brown she's ever seen in her life, and his face his bronzed and his jawline clipped. Who was this man?

She sat down at the table not even knowing what had made her sit down without waiting for her mum.

Damn, how'd I get so lucky?

The guy before her looked confused for a second and then burst out laughing, "Sorry?"

Oh my god had she said that out loud?

Did she just play it off with a laugh or turn into a nervous ninny?

"Yo, Hamad! Well well, I didn't know you had company."

The guy I front of her chuckled, and his honey coloured eyes twinkled with amusement; "Neither did I."

Hamad?

"Wait, what? Oh my god." The chair slammed back as she got up, and it fell over. She bent to pick it up, but it slipped from her fingers and fell again. The loud clang echoed as though the whole cafe had gone silent to witness this interaction.

Hamad had gotten up from his chair, and walked over to help her with the chair. She was utterly mortified.

Once everything was back in its place, she took a deep breath and apologized. "I am so sorry. I mistook you for someone else. It won't happen again. Obviously. Okay I'm leaving now before I do something even more stupid."

"Wait—"

But it was too late.

Well actually in my brain her mum enters at that moment along with the other guy and his mum (he looks completely different btw. And while he is quite handsome, it's not the bonechilling Hamad kind of handsome—she realizes). And then she spends the entire two hours talking to him while also every once in a while slipping glances at the completely oblivious Hamad.

Except he isn't oblivious

He's been doing the exact same thing.

And the way she said "Damn, how'd I get so lucky?" keeps echoing in his mind.

[my friends helped me out with this part]

But wait, fun surprise, he's the potential groom's dad's trusted protégé at work.

And so obviously he's aware of the whole wedding arranging process. And they can't avoid hearing about each other..

Also, the original match doesn't work out for reasons that are nobody's fault. Which sets the stage for the romance 😂

[back to me]

The "over hearing" parts over the next year go from occasionally eavesdropping to hunting for gossip until it finally reaches agonized wanting

Okay, so after a long tedious year of back and forth and realizing how they feel, wanting to be together and convincing their parents... they're finally doing their nikkah

And after they sign the marraige contract and the imam finishes the nikkah. They go to the reception hall. She's on the stage and he goes upto her—and here all of the lil marraige traditions come into play. Finally, he gives her his signature smirk and lifts her veil. When he sees her face his smirk morphs into a soft smile. His eyes light up, widen and then an adoring look enters it. He whispers softly so only she can hear him;

"Damn, how'd I get so lucky?"

***

Is this a product of extreme loneliness and absolutely no romantic experiences? Yes, yes it is.

Eid Mubarak, guys!

[bxdriyah]

Deep. 💞✨️

[ishfaqahmed]

O Al-Muhaymin (The Guardian, The Witness, The Overseer, Allah), make my body healthy. O Allah, preserve for me my hearing. O Allah, preserve for me my sight. There is none worthy of worship but You.

[ahmadishfaq]

Qur'an 2:2

This is the Book, in it is guidance sure, without doubt, to those who fear Allah.

[vidnik]

🕌 𝐈𝐬 𝐃𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐦 𝐢𝐧 𝐈𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐦?🤔

Dating in Islam can be a tricky topic, as there are guidelines to follow to ensure everything is done in a halal (permissible) manner. While Islam allows for dating with the intention of marriage, relationships focused solely on pleasure are considered haram (forbidden).

But what about dating apps? Can Muslims use them? Let’s break it down and explore the boundaries of halal and haram dating in Islam.

👉 Check out our latest blog post to learn what’s permissible and what’s not.

[ghramico]

[ahl-e-dil]

[his-vibez]

Never belittle a deed, no matter how small it seems.

That single reminder you shared, or the quiet act of kindness you showed to others, could be the very thing that saves you on the Day of Resurrection.

You may forget it, but Allāh never forgets. A kind word, a helping hand, a sincere Du’a’ could be the weight on the scale that grants you Paradise.

[writerfarzanatutul]

Islamic story-A love that's beyond Dunya

My dear Zuni, The day after tomorrow, I am getting married again. And I miss you. I don't want to get married—not now, not ever—but I am helpless. Everyone keeps telling me to "settle down." They want to see me married, to have children, to lead a life they deem "normal." And to make them happy, I have to do this. I have to get married. Sometimes, I think of being selfish for once, but I can't bring myself to do it. I wish you were here to scold me—like you always used to—for being so self-sacrificing, so willing to bend myself to others' expectations. But you're not here. And without you, there's no one left to stop me. No one to tell me to stand my ground, to be true to my heart. I don't know if I'll ever be able to love Zarmina the way I love you. But I will try to be a good husband to her. I'll do my duty. I'll play the role everyone expects of me. Yet, deep down, my heart aches with the truth: no one will ever take your place. Sometimes, I want to cry out to Allah, to ask why He separated us—why He took you from me. But then, I stop. Maybe He has a reason, a purpose I cannot comprehend. Maybe He plans to reunite us in the Hereafter, in a place where there are no separations, no grief, no goodbyes. I don't know when that time will come, but I'll wait for it. However long it takes, I will wait. Living without you—it's unbearable. But I must endure it. This is my test, and my reward is you. And, if Allah wills, soon—sooner than I dare hope—we will meet again. Ashar placed the pen down and sighed deeply. Rising from his desk, he walked to the window. The cool night breeze brushed his face as he looked up at the stars. "Ya Ar-Rahman," he whispered, his voice trembling. "Make her grave a garden of comfort for her."