#let allah handle it from now on

[hog-choker]

i think i’m over dating tbh i don’t think i can do this anymore. literally in the most frustrating talking stage i’ve ever been in and tbh i gave this women way too much grace cause she wears craig green and has a pair of marni shox. not to mention the STUPID FUCKING date i went on last night and people just keep wasting my TIME and money and nobody takes me seriously like KILL myself bomb myself jump myself off a bridge!!!!! i can’t do it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[pomefioredove]

Saw you took specific requests. Here's mine:

Jamil with a religious reader who gives him a protection talisman.

Fun fact, prayer beads are used in multiple religions as they help count prayers (Christianity, Islam, Buddhism, Hinduism, etc).

So let's say reader comes from a world where magic exists but it's exclusively on religious grounds. Meaning if you wanna do magic you gotta pray to the right god or make a deal with some form of mythological creature.

Reader knows that Jamil's is always in danger due to the constant assassination attempts on Kalim, so they make a set of prayer beads and ask a diety to bless it in order to protect their boyfriend (could be Allah, Indra, Shiva, Buddha, Susanoo, whichever). Jamil accepts it and heads back home appreciating the sentiment but not really believing.

Except any form of danger keeps getting thwarted. Drink/food he's trying is poisoned? Conveniently spills over/has a whole in the bottom. Accident happens? Conveniently pushed out of the way. Someone tries to hurt him/kill him? Struck by lightning and straight up dies.

Not even his own parents are safe. They try to slap him to "discipline him" then they get zapped (lightly tho).

you know!!! I love this prompt so much... I'm a religious studies major so this kinda stuff is so ^w^ to me I get so excited.

summary: giving jamil a protection spell type of post: short fic characters: jamil additional info: reader is gender neutral, the existence of religious beliefs in twst is. confusing. so we're keeping it vague, not proofread, reader is yuu

Perhaps it was because your world was still considered "magicless" by Twisted Wonderland standards, or perhaps Jamil was never superstitious to begin with.

Either way, he wasn't exactly as excited as you'd been hoping for.

"It's nice. Did you make it yourself?" he asks, inspecting the beads. "A bracelet?"

"Prayer beads, actually. And yes, I did,"

"It's well made. What's the purpose?"

You hesitate. The nature of religion in this world is still confusing to you, although you can surmise there's got to be some kind of belief system. It's best not touching on for now.

Besides, Jamil has never been much of a believer in higher powers. For good reason.

"For protection," you explain. "Not that I think you can't handle yourself. But I worry about you over break, you know..."

He's quiet for a moment, inspecting the gift in the palm of his hand. And then he tucks the beads away in his pocket and smiles.

"I'll keep them with me, then. Thank you,"

Even if he's not exactly keen on the idea that these things will make his life any less terrible, they're from you.

And so he keeps his promise, and tucks them away after you part.

By the time he's "home" (back in Kalim's family home) he's all but forgotten about the little blessing at the bottom of his pocket. Not that you can really blame him- "vacation" is more of a title than a reality when he's back.

The first incident happens not even a day after.

The al-Asim summer mansion is certainly nothing to scoff at. Though it's only one of many, this one in particular houses a large sum of physical treasures, line with gold and ivory, stuffed full of spices and all the makings of a feast that could feed thousands, a shining jewel of the desert.

Jamil is not all that impressed.

Especially when it comes to navigating such an ornate building on orders. The polished-to-perfection floors present a challenge when you're carrying three crates worth of grain to the kitchen on the lowest floor.

Damn these stairs.

Though Jamil may not be a religious man, he still asks whatever deity may be up there to smite the slippery spiral staircase he's descending.

His arms strain to uphold the weight of the boxes, and his legs strain to keep a good footing on one of the many long and elaborate and narrow servant passages designed specifically so that the unwanted workers of the family can slip by undetected.

Quiet, diligent, and he has to be quick, too. Kalim is expecting him for a game in one of the many lounges soon.

Another unfortunate "vacation". How he'd much rather be spending it with you...

For a brief moment, Jamil swears he can feel the beads in his pocket warm against him, reminding him of their presence.

And then he slips.

The crates free themselves from his careful grasp and tumble down the stairs, creaking and thudding but mercifully staying intact.

Jamil, however, isn't made of wood. He winces as he feels himself tilting forward- and then... somehow, a strong draft pushes him on his back.

He lands just shy of his tailbone, luckily not hurting anything, except for his pride.

What a turn of luck.

The next happens at dinner.

Jamil keeps his earlier blunder to himself. His pride is damaged enough as it is, after all, and so he tries his best to conceal how shaken up the experience left him by moving swiftly across the kitchen.

"We have a dish ready for you to test," someone shouts.

He sighs. How many more evenings of this will he have to endure?

Though, he reminds himself- this may always be his last.

The thought makes Jamil chuckle as he's handed a hot dish and a clean fork. He can only stop to smell the roses for so long, so there's no chance of savoring such an exquisitely prepared meal before he's off to another part of the kitchen.

Just as the fork digs into the food, the dish slips out of his hand and shatters on the kitchen floor. Everyone falls silent.

His eyes widen. "How- ugh. My apologies,"

Now this is just getting ridiculous. How clumsy can he get in one evening? He's usually much more careful...

"Look," the head chef says, the whole kitchen crowding around the food as it dissolves.

Jamil's stomach lurches. Cyanide. It has to be. If he'd eaten that dish right there and then...

The kitchen is swiftly cleared out, and he's sent back to the lounge.

it only gets stranger from there.

What Jamil initially wrote off as clumsiness and luck seems to become a pattern-

a flying arrow at the archery range just narrowly misses him when he bends down to fix his sandal.

The al-Asim family tiger (because of course they have one) chooses to toy with a visiting prince rather than him in the courtyard.

A strong draft pushes him on his rear end seconds before a sandbag falls from an under-construction part of the mansion.

He would call it fortune if he believed in such a thing.

By the end of the vacation, everyone is absolutely perplexed by his string of good luck. Jamil isn't unfamiliar with how dangerous his family's position in life is, and he's had his fair share of injuries as a result, but this time all he has to show for it is a slightly lesser sense of annoyance than usual.

It's only the end of the trip where he ponders (unfortunately aloud) about the string of coincidences, and the beads in his pocket.

Kalim goes on to babble about Jamil's "good luck charm" to anyone who will listen, much to his annoyance.

"Oh, I want one too! Can you ask them to make me one, too?" he says, folding his hands in a pleading motion. "It's so pretty!"

"It was a gift. But... I suppose I can ask..." he sighs, and then smiles to himself.

Of course you'll come up with some excuse to say no. Because, for once, this charm is all his.

[sleepyelliee]

YEH LADKA HAII ALLAH, HAAI HAAI RE ALLAH.

♡ SUMMARY...F.W. won't stop bothering you !

♡ CAUTION...mentions of trauma, drinking, no "y/n" used, hindi word used, but translation is provided, not proofread, lmk if I missed anything!

STRAGETIC... despite his rough demeanor and angry grumbles stringed together with curse words, he knows how to capture your family's heart. It all started from volunteering to pass out various treats and drinks to playing games with your younger siblings and making noticeable moves with feather-like touches on your arms to get your younger siblings to tease you about dating him.

ANNOYING... a snicker always leaves his lips after he snatches your duptta when you demand him to give back the soft piece of cloth lined with rhinestones and designs. It's a method to get your attention solely on him while he teases you. However, it gives him the advantage to admire you for a moment longer before you yank back the duptta and storm off, with a grumble escaping your lips. "Yeh ladka hai deewana..." is a common phrase that leaves your lips in these situations. (This boy/guy is crazy.)

LONELINESS... woods has seen hell, and now he had found his safe haven. most nights, he would drink beer due to the recurring nightmares that were too much to handle, but now he found someone something else to ponder about, and he won't let it you go that easily.

PAAYAL... Sometimes, you wonder how you fell for the man who constantly annoyed you endlessly with small, harmless jokes and pranks, but it seemed to work out well because the same man is on one of his knees and putting a new piece of paayal on for you.

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR READING! please do not copy this on any other platform. MASTERLIST.

[gerlionrise]

The Downfall of the Sultan

Pairing: Mehmed ii x reader Note: this is just a series of different stories about You and Sultan Mehmed 2. No plot, nothing too serious. We are just having fun here. Pictures are uses as hints. Enjoy! This is part 8. All parts are here

The library had never been so quiet, the air heavy with anticipation. Mehmed was already seated, leaning back in a cushioned chair with an open book resting on his lap. His sharp gaze followed you as you entered, his eyes softening instantly. A small smile tugged at the corners of his lips, one that spoke of mischief more than academic intent.  

"You’re late," he said, his voice carrying the low authority of a sultan, though the teasing undertone betrayed his mood.  

"You’re early," you countered, meeting his gaze with a challenging glint in your eyes.  

He tilted his head, gesturing to the seat beside him. “Sit. Let’s see if you’re as eager to learn today as you were the last time—or will I have to chase your attention again?”  

---

Settling beside him, you glanced at the open book on the table, the beautiful Arabic script flowing like art across the pages. Mehmed leaned closer, the subtle scent of cedar and musk enveloping you as he picked up a quill and began writing.  

“This is the phrase we’ll start with,” he said, his voice dropping lower as he leaned even closer, his lips nearly brushing your ear. “Read it aloud.”  

You tilted your head, your face now inches from his. “You’re too close,” you muttered, though the warmth in your cheeks betrayed the protest.  

“I’m exactly where I need to be,” he replied smoothly, his eyes gleaming with amusement. “Now, read.”  

Your focus shifted reluctantly to the text. You stumbled through the phrase, and Mehmed chuckled, his hand brushing yours as he reached to correct your pronunciation.  

“Habibti, la takhafi. Ana huna ma'ak,” he said slowly, his voice rich and deliberate. “It means, ‘My beloved, do not be afraid. I am here with you.”  

You repeated the phrase carefully, but your eyes darted back to him. His expression was softer now, his gaze almost reverent.  

“Do you want me to learn it for yourself, Sultan?” you teased.  

“For you,” he admitted, his hand lingering on yours.  

--- 

As the lesson continued, his focus seemed to waver. Instead of guiding you through the phrases, his hand would drift to your shoulder or the small of your back, pulling you just a little closer.  

“Mehmed,” you said, trying to sound stern, “this is supposed to be a lesson. Stop distracting me.”  

“I am teaching,” he replied, his voice filled with mock innocence. “You’re the one who’s distracting me.”  

You rolled your eyes, trying to pull away, but his arm snaked around your waist, holding you in place. “You told me you have learned something by yourself?” he asked, his tone suddenly curious.  

Turning to face him, you smirked. “A few things. Would you like to hear?”  

He nodded, leaning back slightly, his expression intrigued.  

You hesitated for a moment before speaking softly in Arabic. “Ana uhibbuka. Enta qalbi wa ruhii.”  

His eyes widened slightly at the confession, the words hitting him harder than you’d expected. “You’ve been studying well,” he said after a pause, though his voice had softened considerably.  

“You didn’t expect that, did you?”  

“I didn’t,” he admitted, his hand coming up to brush a strand of hair from your face. “But hearing it from you... ya Allah, it’s more beautiful than I imagined.”  

---

Emboldened by his reaction, you decided to push further. “If I keep studying, will you take me with you to the Middle East on your next campaign?”  

The playful warmth in his eyes dimmed slightly. “No.”  

You blinked, surprised at the firmness in his tone. “Why not?”  

“It’s not a place for a woman,” he said simply, his voice edging into the authority of a ruler. “It’s dangerous.”  

“I’m not just any woman,” you countered, sitting up straighter. “I’ve been training with you. I’ve learned strategy from you. I can handle myself.”  

He chuckled, “You really don’t understand the reality of war. It’s not just battles and victories. It’s blood, pain, and suffering. I don't want you to be there.”  

“And how are you going to live without me while you will be away?” you challenged.

Mehmed leaned back against the edge of the library table, arms crossed, watching you with that signature blend of amusement and authority. His gaze had grown darker, more intent as the tension in the room shifted.  

“You doubt my willpower?” he asked, his voice low, his lips curling into a half-smile.  

“I do,” you replied with a playful tilt of your head, stepping closer to him. The mischief in your eyes was unmistakable. “I don’t think you could resist me if you tried.”  

He raised an eyebrow, the challenge evident in his expression. “You’re underestimating me.”  

“Am I?” you teased, crossing your arms as you took another step toward him. “Let’s make it interesting. Ten minutes, Sultan. You can’t touch me. Not once.”  

He let out a quiet laugh, shaking his head. “You’re playing a dangerous game.”  

You shrugged, unbothered by his warning. “I think you’re the one in danger of losing.”  

“Ten minutes, you say?” He straightened, his confidence unwavering. “Fine. But when I win, you’ll admit that no one—not even you—can bend the will of a sultan.”  

---

The room seemed to grow warmer as you moved to the center of the space, your movements slow and deliberate. You began to sway, a subtle rhythm to your steps as you locked eyes with him. Mehmed’s composure faltered just slightly, his jaw tightening.  

“What are you doing?” he asked, his voice calm, though his hands were already gripping the edge of the table.  

“Proving my point,” you said simply, spinning lightly as you reached up to untie the scarf around your shoulders. You let it fall to the ground, your fingers trailing along the soft fabric as you did.  

His gaze followed every motion, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed hard. “This isn’t fair.”  

“Who said anything about fair?” you replied, your voice lilting with mock innocence.  

You reached for the pin that held your outer robe together, your fingers working slowly as you allowed it to slide from your shoulders. The silk whispered against your skin as it fell, revealing the lighter gown underneath.  

His eyes darkened further, and though he hadn’t moved from his spot, his grip on the table tightened. “You’re testing my patience.”  

“Patience, or your self-control?”  

---

The seconds ticked by, your movements growing bolder as you swayed closer to him. The gown you wore hugged your form perfectly, and every subtle shift seemed to taunt him further.  

“You can stop now,” he said, his voice strained.  

“Why would I stop?” you asked, stepping closer, close enough for him to feel the warmth radiating from you. “You’re the one who accepted the challenge, Sultan.”  

“Enough,” he growled, his tone low, his eyes fixed on yours.  

“Have you reached your limit already?” you teased, tilting your head as you leaned just close enough for your breath to mingle with his. “You’re supposed to last ten minutes.”  

He didn’t answer, his jaw tightening as his gaze flickered to your lips.  

Finally, you reached for the ties of your gown, your hands moving slowly as you began to undo them. That was the breaking point.  

“Enough,” he repeated, his voice rougher this time as he closed the distance between you in an instant. His hands found your waist, pulling you flush against him.  

You laughed softly, your arms wrapping around his neck as he buried his face in your shoulder. “You lost,” you whispered.  

“I’ll admit defeat,” he murmured against your skin, his lips brushing your collarbone, “if it means I get to hold you like this.”  

---

He didn’t let go, his hands wandering your back as though reassuring himself you were real. His lips found the curve of your neck, trailing kisses upward until he reached your ear.  

“You’re impossible,” he said, though the adoration in his tone betrayed his words. “But you adore me,” you replied, your fingers threading through his hair.  

“I do,” he admitted, his voice softening. “More than I can put into words.”

[nuza3minalqabail]

Your advice for the future Muhajiraat ..

جزاك الله خير الجزاء

I don't think me listing a few brief pieces of advice here would suffice any sister planning on traversing the path of sacrifice because I myself have seen that you learn the best through experience firsthand. Although there are so many things, so many details and so many tips that, now looking back, I wish I had known or was informed of prior to hijra, I still feel like I wouldn't have truly understood or have been equipped well enough until I went through some tests and trials.

However, I would want to tell you guys to place in front of yourselves high standards as believing women, take the anbiya and sahaba as role models, read about how much they willingly sacrificed from their families to their wealth to their security to their health, never ever feel like you have done enough for this deen but at the same time don't become pessimistic and consider yourself doomed, think well of Allah, hope for His reward in times of ease and hardship, hope for His Aid in times of urgency and desperation, and make seeking His Pleasure and obedience to Him the first and most important goal in everything you do, and before everyone else's approval.

Remember that this deen is the most valuable thing you have so be careful not to let it slip away from you and be careful not to let the dunya change you or dim your zeal to sacrifice. Remember this is not the final resting place and that you are only in the middle of the journey to the Akhirah. Keep your focus on the path and keep going forward, don't look back to the life you left behind nor those who retreat back to the lives they had once left behind also.

Things will get hard, but that's the beauty of this path, the sacrifices were never meant to be easy and neither are the rewards cheap.. the relief comes in waves but hardship will also come one after another since its the nature of this wordly life and what Allah has Decreed for us to purify us from our sins or reach a level in Jannah that we couldn't reach alone with our good deeds. And when you are given a choice between sacrificing fisabilillah and inclining to the dunya, no matter how much more convenient the latter seems and how much people try to make it appear as permissible and harmless, step on your heart and choose the pleasure of Allah, choose the state you want to die in, choose the deeds that bring you closer to the obedience of Allah and the haqq.

Perhaps you will see from people things you don't like, behaviours you don't agree with, speech that aggravates or upsets you, and know that no one is infallible and everyone will face Allah for any wrongdoing they do, so check and fear for yourself first lest you harm others the same way, and make dua that Allah guides those who fall in the same matter, advise them gently if you can with evidence from quran and sunnah clearly and if they continue, be content with having done your part towards them in front of Allah, and control your emotions from becoming reactive to people who are not going to recieve it well nor will you benefit yourself by doing so.

And know, that this path is not void of loss of wealth and lives, fear and hunger, losses in this dunya if handled with patience and the correct intentions will be abundance and rewards in the Akhira bi ithnillah, be militant with yourself when you feel weak in your imaan and shakey in your thabaat, hope for the imminent victory from Allah or shahada in His Cause trying to support His religion with your wealth and life and don't worry about the outcomes, hold yourself up with the last bit of strength in you for you are not responsible for anyone except yourself, and upon you is to serve this deen and then Allah Does what He Wants with His Kingdom, and He has promised those who do good that their rewards will not be lost.

[shampaisthinking]

People can change their colors the most in the world, people can act the most delicately,

Those people can also hide themselves the best.

Even after living under the same roof for years, one person cannot recognize another person.

Even an angel-like person can do something that makes us angry one day.

The broken pieces of our faith are scattered on the floor. We just stare at them in amazement.

The Creator has given us the ability to be surprised,

but He has not given us the ability to recognize people.

So we are constantly surprised.

Once, twice, many times. Again and again.

While being surprised, one day we accept that at the end of the day, we do not know anyone, we never knew anyone.

The person we know, know, respect, love, and care for in this short life is not really that person.

Different, someone else, someone else.

Since knowing this cruel truth, I have been afraid of people, very afraid...

It takes a lifetime to understand my father!

At 4 years old: My father is the best!

At 6 years old: Father knows everyone.

At 10 years old: Father is good, but a little strict.

At 12 years old: Father was very good as a child.

At 14 years old: Father is changing somehow.

At 16 years old, Father does not understand anything.

At 18 years old: Father is getting stricter day by day.

At 20 years old: It is difficult to tolerate my father's behavior! How did my mother tolerate it?

At 25 years old: Father disagrees with me on everything.

At 30 years old: It is very difficult to agree with my father. Did my grandfather also see my father this way?

At 35 years old: Father raised me with rules, I have to teach my children the same.

At 40 years old; Father raised us with so much difficulty,

I understand!

At 45 years old: It is difficult to handle my children, how much effort did my father put in to keep us on the right path.

At 50: Dad planned everything long term, he was a kind and special man. Truly, my dad is the best. It took 50 years for this whole cycle to end, but in the end we are back to square one - 'My dad is the best!' "Respect and love those whose fathers are alive. And those who do not have fathers, pray to Allah to forgive them and give them peace. We want our children to love and respect us more, as we did or could not do to our fathers.

A father was asked by his son: Father, what is a successful life?

Father: Come with me, today we will fly a kite together.

Then they went out and went to an open field and the father started flying the kite. And the boy started watching attentively.

After the kite rose quite high in the sky, the father said: Look how the kite is floating in the air even at such a high height. Don't you think that because of this string, the kite cannot go higher?

Son: That's what it seems, if there was no string, it could go higher.

Hearing this, the father cut the string in his hand. And the kite became free from the string First it went up a little. But after a while it started to fall down and fell to the ground.

Now the father said to his son: Listen, from the height we are or have been in life, it often seems that some bonds like the string of a kite prevent us from going higher. For example: family, parents, children, society, discipline, etc.

And we also want to be free from those bonds sometimes. In reality, those bonds are what sustain us high, keep us stable, and do not let us fall down. Without those bonds, we may be able to go up a little for a moment, but in a short time we too will fall like that stringless kite.

So if you want to stay high in life, never break that bond. Just as the combined bond of the string and the kite gives balance to the kite in the sky, similarly, family and social bonds also give us the balance to stay high in life. And this is the real successful life.

Shampa...... ✍️

[lifeofresulullah]

The Life of The Prophet Muhammad(pbuh): Exemplary Ethics of the Prophet

The Leader

Part. 2

FIFTEEN DAYS LATER

One of his friends comes near him and begs. He is not pleased with that; he thinks that everyone should cater for themselves and not be a burden to others. Instead of giving something and sending him away, he asks:

          “Do you have something worth money in your house?”

“There is a sack I use as a sheet and bed and a cup I drink water from.”

“Go and bring them here.”

When the things are brought to the mosque, they are auctioned. They are sold for two silver coins. Prophet Muhammad (PBUH) hands him the money and says: With one silver coin, buy food. And with the other, buy an axe and bring it to me.

His friend carries out what is said. When he comes with the axe, Prophet Muhammad is preparing a handle for the axe himself. He puts the axe on the handle and gives it to his friend. He says:

“Now go to the forest, cut wood and sell it. Let us meet fifteen days later.”

His friend comes back fifteen days later. He is beaming with happiness. He says:

          “O Allah’s Messenger! I saved up ten silver coins.”

And he shows the money. Now the Prophet is also smiling:

          “Buy some food and clothes with the money. Get what you need and do not forget that it is more honorable for someone to stand on his own feet than begging. Begging is only for the ill and the disabled.”

WHEN YOU ARE LOST

 A nomad Arab comes with the intention of becoming a Muslim, but his decision is not certain yet. In order to make it clear, he asks Prophet Muhammad (PBUH):

          “What are you calling people to?

          “To worship only Allah. It is He whom you call in trouble; He saves you. It is He whom you call in drought; He makes the ground green. It is He whom you call when you are lost in a desert; He causes you to find your way.”

The man’s all questions are answered because Prophet Muhammad (PBUH) explained the religion he is calling into in a way that the man would understand. 

IT SOMETIMES HAPPENS

One of his friends shares a big distress, which he cannot mention to anybody, with Prophet Muhammad (PBUH):

          “O Allah’s Messenger! My wife gave birth to a child; its skin is dark. But I am white.”

Prophet Muhammad (PBUH) understands the problem. Tactfully, he handles the matter in another way. He asks a question without waiting for him to finish:

“Do you have camels?”

“Yes, I do.”

“Then, what are their colors?”

“Generally red.”

“Are there grey ones, too?”

“Yes, sometimes.”

“Where does this grey color come from?”

“Probably, they take after one of their ancestors.”

 “The child your wife gave birth to maybe takes after one of its ancestors.”

His friend leaves with a satisfied conscience and a happy face.

A SERVANT FOR FATIMA

His daughter, Fatima (May Allah be Pleased with er), is leading an extremely troubled marriage life. With the words of her husband, Ali (May Allah be Pleased with Him):

“We did not have a servant at home. Fatima carried out all the work herself. We were staying in a house consisting of only one room. In this room, Fatima would light the stove and try to cook. Many times, while blowing the fire, sparks would make holes in her clothes. Therefore, her clothes were full of holes. This was not the only thing she did. Among her chores were making bread, and carrying water needed in the house. Moreover, her hands were calloused because of turning the mill wheel and her back was calloused because of carrying water.”

Those days captives of war are brought to Medina. They are distributed among needy Muslims to help with the housework. Ali says to his wife:

          “Go and ask one for us from your father.”

Fatima does. However, her father’s, the Prophet’s, answer is negative:

          “My daughter, the needs of my poor friends who are sleeping in the mosque and are busy with learning come before yours. Sorry, but before providing for them, I cannot do anything for you.”

 EVEN IF SHE WERE MUHAMMAD’S DAUGHTER, FATIMA

Mecca had just been conquered. The daughter of the chief of the tribe Sons of Mahzum commits theft. The name of the thief is Fatima. She is brought to Prophet Muhammad (PBUH) to be punished. However, the political state of affairs of the time necessitates that the relations with the Sons of Mahzum should not be upset. Having evaluated the delicacy of the situation, some of his friends appoint someone as a mediator whom they think Prophet Muhammad (PBUH) cannot turn down. This is the son of the Prophet’s adopted child Zayd; namely, young Usama. In other words, his grandson in a way.

Usama says:

“O Allah’s Messenger! Will you forgave this woman for the sake of her father…”

          However, Prophet Muhammad (PBUH) experiences one of the angriest moments of his life. His answer is stern:

“What you are asking now is the reason why other peoples before you were eradicated. Among them, too, when someone respected and powerful committed a crime, s/he was forgiven; but when someone from the public did, s/he was punished. By God I swear, if the one who committed this crime were not the daughter of the chief of the tribe Sons of Mahzum, rather if she were the daughter of Allah’s Messenger, Fatima, I would decree the same punishment.”

He gives the command and the thief’s punishment is carried out. 

WHOEVER DECEIVES US

He is inspecting the market. He plunges his hand into the wheat sack on the counter of one of the shops. The grains on the surface are large, shiny, and of high quality whereas from the inside he takes out wet and lower quality grains. Frowning, he asks the shopkeeper for the reason and the shopkeeper says:

          “I cannot sell otherwise…” upon which the Prophet says:

          “Whoever deceives us is not one of us.”

He gives the command and the wet grains are brought up to the surface and they are sold that way. 

MY OWN PRECAUTION

On the plains of Badr, the first serious and decisive war of Islam is about to start. Prophet Muhammad (PBUH) has stationed his small army in war po

sition and waits for the enemy to start, which is three times larger than his army. In the meantime, one of his friends, Hubab son of Mundhir, who is regarded as an expert in war positions, comes to him and asks:

“O Allah’s Messenger! Did Allah command you to position the army this way?”

          “No, it is my own precaution.”

          “Then, O Allah’s Messenger, the army is positioned in the wrong way.”

And he explains the correct way of positioning in accordance with the discipline of military. Without showing a hint of contradiction and caprice, Prophet Muhammad (PBUH) follows his friend’s advice. The army’s position of war is changed. A couple of hours later Islam wins its first victory.

Prophet Muhammad (PBUH) would pay attention to competence and worthiness in appointing authorities to different ranks in administration and he would appoint the deserving people even if they were young or not from noble families. In the rightful matters, he would want obedience to himself and to his authorities, but would state that in the matters contrary to justice and truth, the community did not have the responsibility to obey. Thus, seeing it necessary to obey the ruler within the realm of justice, he would not see the public as compelled to serve himself and would not regard himself above them. On the contrary, he was one of them.

[just-another-blogspots]

Two weeks ago, I experienced a violent attack that left me hospitalized. Tragically, my beloved father was killed, and upon returning home, I learned that my mother had also been taken from me. I am now staying with family friends, but they are unable to provide the resources I need to safely evacuate to Egypt, where I have relatives who can care for me.

To secure safe passage, I require $7,000 - a sum I simply cannot afford given the devastating losses I've endured. I am facing the unthinkable prospect of being sent to a refugee camp, which I know will not provide the sanctuary and support I so desperately need at this time.

Your compassionate contribution could make all the difference in allowing me to reach safety and begin the long process of healing and rebuilding my life. Any amount you are able to share would be deeply appreciated and would go directly towards covering the critical expenses needed for my evacuation.

I understand the sensitive nature of this request, and I want to assure you that I will handle all donations with the utmost care and discretion. The safety and well-being of myself and my remaining family is my top priority, and I will ensure that your support is used solely for this purpose.

Please let me know if you have any other questions or if there is any other way I can provide further information. I am truly grateful for your consideration during this incredibly challenging time.

I'm really sorry to hear that, I hope everything will be better for you asap.

I'm pretty sure Allah is with you, be patient all of this will be rewarded.

All I have for you is duaa.

[writerfarzanatutul]

Islamic short stories 10

"SHE CALLED OFF OUR MARRIAGE," Hashem sighed, his shoulders slumping. He looked defeated.

"What? But why?" Yusuf didn't know how to console his best friend.

"She found someone better than me," Hashem confessed. "Don't worry, brother. Let her go. You deserve someone better. You should be grateful to Allah," Yusuf comforted. "I want to, but it hurts. It really hurts. I loved her so much," Hashem admitted. Yusuf placed a hand on his shoulder and said, "If Allah finds goodness in your heart, He will give you better than what has been taken from you and forgive you, for Allah is All-Forgiving, Most Merciful" (Surah Al-Anfal, verse 70). Hashem nodded, finding hope in those words.

Today, Hashem got married. He never thought he would marry again, but he did. After constant persuasion from his parents, he agreed to marry the girl they chose. Although they didn't force him, he wanted to honor their wish. Entering his room, he noticed the empty bed. Nearby, his new bride was praying Salah. As she finished, she noticed him and froze. Hashem observed the remaining makeup on her face, probably removed while making Wudu. They stared at each other, unsure what to do. She lowered her gaze and broke the silence. "Actually, I didn't pray Isha Salah, that's why," she explained.

"It's fine," Hashem reassured as he closed the door. He noticed her standing still. Sitting on the bed, he invited her to join. Huma nervously played with her fingers. Breaking the silence, she asked, "Give me a minute. Let me fix my makeup." "It's okay. You look pretty even without makeup," Hashem replied, surprised by her question. Huma blushed, a smile appearing on his lips. "Please relax and sit down," he encouraged her. As Huma sat beside him, they began to talk.

"Thank you," Huma said, her voice laced with curiosity. "But did you really mean it? That I look pretty without makeup?"

Hashem held her gaze. "Absolutely," he affirmed.

Huma's smile bloomed. "No one's ever said that before," she confessed, a hint of wonder in her voice. "It makes me really happy."

Hashem reveled in their conversation, a soft smile playing on his lips.

"Maybe they're just intimidated by your natural beauty," he teased playfully. "Jealousy is a common affliction these days, but you seem refreshingly above it."

Huma tilted her head, considering this. "I try not to be jealous," she admitted. "Sometimes a flicker might appear, but then I just make dua for them instead."

"That's a beautiful way to handle it," Hashem said, his smile genuine.

"Listen," Huma hesitated, "I want to be a housewife. I don't like to study. I hope you don't have any problem." "Why don't you like to study?" Hashem asked. Huma explained, "There's no reason. I just don't like it anymore. My parents want me to continue studying, but I don't. That's why I married you." "Why do you think I won't force you to study further?" Hashem inquired. "Why waste your money?" Huma replied. "It's fine, I don't mind wasting money," Hashem joked. Huma pleaded, "Please, I don't want to study further." Hashem struggled to hold back his laughter. "I'm not going to listen. I want my wife to be a PhD holder."

"No, please. I will raise our children," Huma insisted. Unable to contain his laughter, Hashem burst out laughing. "Why are you laughing?" Huma pouted. "So, you'll raise our kids?" Hashem teased, mischief in his eyes. Huma nodded enthusiastically. 

"Speaking of our kids," Hashem continued, a playful glint in his eyes, "where are these future champions hiding?"

Huma's face flushed a light pink. "Well, they'll be here soon, obviously, since we're married now," she explained, a hint of naivety in her voice.

"Hmm, maybe they got lost on the stork delivery route," Hashem joked, feigning concern.

Huma's brow furrowed. "Lost? Storks? There are no storks involved, silly!"

Hashem threw his head back and laughed, the sound warm and genuine. Wiping a tear from his eye, he reached for her hand. "You're a very funny person, Huma. You know that, right?"

He  burst into laughter. "Why are you laughing? Did I crack a joke? We're having a conversation on a serious topic, and you're laughing," Huma said with a hint of irritation. "Okay, I'm sorry. We're having a serious conversation. I shouldn't laugh," he apologized. Suddenly his expressions and tone were quite serious. 

Despite his serious tone, Hashem blurted out, "What if we, uh, sped up the process of having kids?"Huma's brow furrowed in confusion.

A wide grin split Hashem's face. It took a moment for Huma to catch on, then a blush bloomed across her cheeks, as red as a ripe tomato. She playfully swatted him on the arm, burying her face in her hands. Hashem's hearty laughter filled the room.

Perhaps you dislike something which is good for you and like something which is bad for you. Allah knows and you do not know. (Al-Baqarah verse 216 )

[amifhz]

Why Am I Still Living Here?

“Sebenernya, kamu semangat hidup gak sih?” (Are you enthusiastic about living your life here?)

This question hit me so hard last year, it was a question from my doctor when I was routinely meeting and controlling my health with him. But it’s not my physical health that I worry about, I’m worrying about my psychological condition of not being able to answer that question right after he asked. What’s wrong with me? And why am I never asking that to myself before?

I’m freezing and smiling but deep down I know that I don’t even know how to answer that because I deny that I know the answer. I just don’t feel like “living” at the time, I’m just going with the flow of life that takes me from one event to another, and one activity to another without even understanding why I keep doing that or if it’s something that Allah wants me to do.

Last year on this month, I struggled a lot about how I handled and coped with this feeling of uselessness and thoughts about what if I was better off dead than alive. And thousand times I imagine and experience myself in the last bridge life or death event. That’s scary and dark times for me. How did I get through it then?

Well you know is not easy, and it’s not an instant process until I experience myself losing someone I cared for and loved, and almost losing my precious human being who lived on earth (my mom). It’s scary to think that I will eventually lose her, it’s hurt watching her in such pain, and knowing that all I can do is be there for her, and pray that all of this is just a glimpse of life that gave us lessons to learn.

The results of those scary moments have made me understand that I will take care of myself better than before, cause I know being someone who left without a proper goodbye or being someone who wasn’t enthusiastic about living a better life can also hurt a lot of people who love us.

Knowing how precious my life is through the lens of the people I love, makes me wanna live longer as long as Allah lets me give and share a lot of love and kindness they deserve before I leave this world. Now I know, I don’t have to think deeply about everyone who’s not coming yet, or anyone who doesn’t even care whether I live or die right now, all I wanna do is to support, love, and appreciate everyone who’s still around, and they’re the one who will upset when I’m upset, and they who will happy when I’m happy.

Maybe this time, I will live such a beautiful life, taking care of and loving each of them deeply, as long as they still wanna be around me and know that we’re giving mutual benefits in spiritual needs in this life and the after.

“I was so scared to face my fears, nobody told me that You’d be here” - Adele

Knowing that we’re gathered here by Allah’s permission, to face our fears together. To remember Allah together, and to bring our best attitude in this world to stay alive and live a better life every day by Allah’s permission. Please, Allah, be pleased with us and show us the best way to live a life that will bring Your love and mercy to us.

[b-lessings]

The one asking is in this situation right now. And I don't know what to do, I am so stressed out and I feel so worthless.

لا حول و لا قوة الا بالله 💔💔

My dear sister, first of all, I am so sorry you are put in this position. I don't know the circumstances and the full story but one thing I can tell you is that you have to be strong, you can't let yourself be or " look " worthless, because you're NOT.

A man's desire for a second wife could stem from different things, there could be a problem in the couple (which does not mean that there is something wrong with the wife) or it might be that the husband feels "entitled" just because it's permissible, or because he is able to afford a second wife and a second family so he thinks why not? And Allah knows best. And sübhanallah, the nature of the woman can't handle it, the heart of the woman can't handle it, no matter how the convincing goes (if any). And this is a very private situation, it is couple-specific, it depends on your financial status, where you live, how you live, if you work or study or not.. so I can't really tell you what to do on anonymous because I don't know much, but I know you're in pain and I feel for you, my heart breaks for you. I want you to remain patient and to turn to Allah swt. Wake up for Tahajjud and cry your heart out to Allah swt, make sure you increase your adhkar, and if you can say " la hawla wa la quwwata illa billah" at least 100× a day and send prayers upon Prophet Muhammad ﷺ at least 100× a day then Allah swt will make a way for you in shaa Allah. Ask Allah swt to grant you the beautiful patience you need to get through this test my dear. Allahu al mustaān.

And on a separate note, if you could start living a little for yourself, taking care of yourself, focus on your own goals, intellect and maybe career if you're working then that's a great way to busy yourself and feel good about yourself.

In shaa Allah kheir.

My heart is with you, may Allah swt grant you peace of mind and tie upon your heart my dear, ameen.

🍃🤍

[humayra18]

Happy Birthday My Favorite Human Being

As it's 14th September again ,I have decided to write another irritating never ending long passage 📝

I know it has been regular and very irritating and old now but I can't help as I love talking and this one fine day I can talk as much as I can about YOU ✋ aab bolegi baaki din thodi main speechless hoti hu 😒 okay correction I can talk about you without being accused of talking unnecessary and on top of that I love celebrating your birthday 🥳🎉 see 👇 like this

Actually I have started writing the birthday wish and suddenly went blank as I don't know what to wish you anymore!!! I feel like life has been really kind and good to you the past year ,atleast better definitely ,I have seen so many of my previous wishes come true this year !! You seem so much more relaxed ,happy and out of dark,I think this year instead of wishing I would just like to thank Allah for being so kind to you and bringing you in a better place ,I hope you keep staying happy and healthy and of course OPODARTHO ✋

As I am not gonna wish you thousands wishes this year then lemme just tell you how I see you as a person,Subo from Orno's perspective.So,let's start

Subooo ,first of all you are amazing for being soo patient to read till now ☝️ like who would read Orno's such useless words for past 5/10 minutes if it's not you

"There are flowers enough in the summer time,

More flowers than I can remember

But none with the purple, gold, and red

That dye the flowers of September!"

Nope,don't think I wrote the poem ✋ I just chorified it because it says what I want to tell you write now,moral of the poem there are many more people born in the month of September but you are the one with purple ,red and gold 💜✨

The first person I met and the first friend I made on Twitter 8 (it was 2015 I guess) years ago was you and it will always remain one of the best day in my life 💜

you say you are not emotionally available ,not approachable but I think you are most easiest person to get along because you care about people even when you hardly know them,well my Subo got the heart of diamond and i am proud of you forever ✨

Lemme tell you that year I went to Twitter because I was burnt out from being in the real world and dealing with real people ,issues ,I was fed up of passing time alone ,it was a rough phase and Twitter world seemed like a tempting escape but I would have even come back from there within 2 days if I hadn't met you ! You don't know but you became my anchor at that time unknowingly and unintentionally!!I know I still behave clingy but I hope you understand how I see you in my life from that time ,I hardly forget things,vivid memories are sometimes like curse ,so I have vivid memories of how things were and then how things became better (atleast to some extent ) because of you ,that's the reason I am always too grateful , and too clingy with You ! I will always have a soft corner for you even if we even fight or don't talk anymore !!

Moral of the story - You are a sunshine who radiates warmth to everyone even to the strangers ,that's how wonderful you are as a person Subo !!

The responsibilities you beautifully handle in this age ,I can't even describe in words how much I admire and respect you for this.I know how hard is this because now I am atleast 25 🙃 and now when I think of you in my age few years back handling life the way you did I can't help but just be awestruck !! Don't think I am exaggerating or being cheesy ,because Orno says what comes genuinely only ✌️

I think if I write more about how much I love you as a person you are gonna just kill me out of boredom so I will stop here 🤌

Just want to tell you I hope you stay healthy ,happy and with me for a long long time ! I know it's hard to deal with with me most of the times because I nag you with each and everything but just know I can hardly keep something in if it's bothering or hurting me and I end up ranting ! Most recent ranting I did about our friendship ,it must be irritating for you but I really couldn't help ! It has been hurting me since a long time and there were way too many times I wanted to just delete WA and not being in touch with you!!It started since the time we didn't talk for a month .I still think if you were okay with not talking to me for such a long time it must have been not the same anymore ,priorities have changed ! But I am just still gonna hope it's not the case and as I have photographically memory I hardly can think of you as not like that friend anymore !!For me ,you still are the Subo I first met and had the time of my life with ,who made me not feel like a unwanted person 💜

I will just leave it here as a wish for both of us on your birthday 👇

HAPPY BIRTHDAY AGAIN NO MATTER WHAT MY FAVORITE HOOMAN 💜

Thank you for being in the world at the same time as me and being in my life and being the anchor,safe place ,personal therapist and my Home 💜

I thank Allah for this day everyday ,if someday you feel bad about yourself just remember there is a person in BD miles away from you who thinks you are the best and loves you the mostest and had the time of her life with you 💫💌

P.S : Yes Yes!jiminie has been my inspiration for this line but it came from the core of my heart okay ?

[effectivelyotherworldlymaw]

Ngl. I be getting raped so fucking often, it went from being numb, apathetic, to just acceptance.

I start tryna see it all from a different perspective every time it happens because it happens so often. And every single time it occurs, I feel as though. "Hey! I could just kill this man. I could just wreck his shit. I could just bust his balls, " but at the same time. I don't fight men. It's just not worth it at all. So I reroute. I start to find more creative ways to get them off my back after the rape. Because it could all go south based on my reaction. It could all go so bad. So I just shift my perspective, but in my mind, I also think, "Why me? Why is this happening again? I shouldn't have made eye contact. I shouldn't have talked to him." I feel so regretful and filled with remorse. It's so intense, but at the same time, i get better at handling it.

Once, a rapist got me pregnant, and I was so devastated internally, but I was also happy with the way he drew me so much closer to Allah, and the journey itself changed me. Transformed me. But genuinely its not that I'm letting shit slide, but I'm preparing. I'm preparing for the day I don't stand alone anymore. Where i have a protector, a spouse who would protect me from men who rapes. Or when I have a fucking gun and mentality to kill a man who rapes. I'm preparing myself for that day. When I will definitely deal with a rapist the way they deserve to be dealt with. When I will off a rapist life for doing what he does without consequences. When he will regret ever being a rapist. I just want to prepare.

And while I'm preparing, I detach from shame, blame, guilt, hate, anger, and rage because I promise this revenge is personal. I detach from any shame a man will put me through for my body count, my sex drive, my sexual habits, my sex life, my sexual preferences.

I detach from being constantly raped despite what I do to get into that situation. I detach from the outcome. Because one day I will lead a group of men. I don't hate men. I really love them. And because of them, I will get my revenge on the rapist energy and familarities.

This shit is deeper than the surface. Rape has become so normal to me. It never should. But it became a new norm. Sometimes, I don't want to go outside. I don't want to see men. I don't want to interact with them because it always starts with me being nice to them. It always starts with me opening up again. It always starts with them taking advantage of my kindness and goodness. Sometimes I wonder.

How can I be righteous when this is my normal? How come I'm chosen by Allah as his messenger when I get rape more than I get friends? How come Allah still favours me, bless me, guide me, love me, cherish me, talk to me, be with me, purify me even though I'm constantly getting raped? But then I remember even the lowest of creatures gets his grace and mercy. And it brings me to tears every single time I remember Allah being the way he is. Because men aren't perfect. But Allah is free from imperfections. His mercy is unbounded it trickles down to even the lowest of creatures like us. The ladies. The women. The white slaves. The prostitutes. The sex workers. Even we get his grace and mercy.

Although I still have yet to learn to get past these rapists, I can still say I have integrity that is always beside me. I know exactly who's watching me in those moments, and I know exactly who's helping me. I can say my dignity is intact. I can say I'm pure. I can say I'm uncorrupted. I can say I'm guided by Allah. I can say I'm loved by Allah. It doesn't matter what I am on the outside. Inside, I'm his people, and he will always take care of his people. The practice that Allah approves of will let me have those rapist slain by my own hands, and for that, I prepare myself to be a slayer of those rapist. For now. I am just so thankful for our cycle. Working with the moon. Knowing our cycle.

There's a lot of hidden elements in this. And again Allah reminds us of his names. The knower of hidden realities.

Glory is to him.

Serial rapist who eschew goodness deserve to die by my hand. I may be weaker as a woman, but I will be strong as a warrior.

[seosharks]

Explore the Best Umrah Packages with Al Arafat Hajj Umrah Tours

For devout Muslims in Mumbai dreaming of a soulful Umrah experience, Al Arafat Haj & Umrah Tours is your trusted companion. Offering a well-curated Umrah Package from Mumbai, this reputable travel partner ensures every detail is handled with precision and care. From visa formalities to accommodation near the holy sites, their expert guidance ensures your pilgrimage is as smooth as it is spiritually rewarding.

With 10 Days Umrah Packages from Mumbai, Al Arafat balances affordability with comfort—helping thousands every year fulfil this noble obligation without financial strain. Whether you’re a first-time pilgrim or have made this blessed journey before, you’ll appreciate the ease, support, and convenience that comes with their tailored offerings.

Affordable Yet Comfortable: A Perfect Blend

Many pilgrims assume that a spiritual journey of this scale must come at a high cost. But Affordable Umrah Packages from Mumbai are now very much within reach—especially with Al Arafat Haj & Umrah Tours. Their packages are thoughtfully priced without compromising on comfort, safety, or service quality.

From airline bookings to local transfers, and from hotel arrangements to ziyarats, their 10-day packages include everything you need for a comfortable and focused experience. If you're considering 10 Days Umrah Packages from Mumbai, rest assured these itineraries are designed keeping both your time and budget in mind.

Why Al Arafat Haj & Umrah Tours Stands Out

What truly sets Al Arafat Haj & Umrah Tours apart is their personal touch and attention to detail. Their team of seasoned professionals not only guides you through the travel process but also ensures you understand the religious rituals and significance of each sacred site.

With decades of experience in managing Umrah Packages from Mumbai, the company has earned the trust of countless families across the city. Their group leaders are well-versed in Arabic, Urdu, and English, offering spiritual insights and translation support throughout the journey.

Customised Umrah Packages for Every Traveller

Whether you’re travelling solo, as a couple, or in a group, Al Arafat offers flexible options to match your schedule and preferences. Their 10 Days Umrah Packages from Mumbai are particularly popular for working professionals and families seeking a complete experience in a shorter timeframe.

You can also choose between economy and premium stays, ensuring your pilgrimage fits both your spiritual needs and financial plans. From Makkah to Madinah, every night’s rest is arranged at hotels within walking distance of the Haram Sharif, allowing you to maximise your time in worship.

Tips for Choosing the Best Umrah Package from Mumbai

Choosing the right package can feel overwhelming with so many options in the market. Here are some quick pointers:

Verify the travel agency’s credentials – Always choose a licensed and reputed agency like Al Arafat Haj & Umrah Tours.

Ask about group size – Smaller groups often mean more personalised service.

Check hotel proximity – Staying near the Haram can make a world of difference.

Clarify inclusions – Confirm what’s covered: flights, meals, transport, ziyarats, etc.

Let Your Journey Begin with Peace of Mind

Undertaking Umrah is not merely a journey across borders—it’s a soul-stirring journey towards Allah. By choosing Umrah Packages from Mumbai that combine affordability with comfort, you take a major step in fulfilling this spiritual goal without logistical worries.

Al Arafat Haj & Umrah Tours is here to ensure your path to Makkah and Madinah is paved with clarity, ease, and devotion. So why wait? Book your Umrah Package from Mumbai today and prepare for the experience of a lifetime.

May your Umrah be accepted and your heart be forever changed.

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Eid al-Adha is more than a celebration — it’s a reminder of devotion, obedience, and the power of giving. As we commemorate the sacrifice of Prophet Ibrahim (AS), we are called upon to reflect on our blessings and extend compassion to those who are less fortunate. This year, take your Qurbani further by choosing Penny Appeal Qurbani, where your sacrifice becomes a source of hope and nourishment for struggling communities around the world.

What is Qurbani and Why Does It Matter?

Qurbani, also known as Udhiyah, is the sacred act of sacrificing livestock during the days of Eid al-Adha in remembrance of Prophet Ibrahim’s (AS) unwavering submission to Allah’s command. For Muslims, it is not just an obligation — it’s a powerful spiritual practice that connects us to our faith, our Prophet’s legacy, and the needs of the global Ummah.

Sadly, for many families around the world, Eid passes without the joy of a hot, nutritious meal. For them, your Qurbani may be the only time in the entire year they receive meat.

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Unforgettable Umrah Packages: Embrace the Sacred Journey Now

Have you ever paused during a hectic day and wished for a moment of pure peace and reflection? For many Muslims, that yearning leads them to the sacred grounds of Makkah and Madinah, the cities of tranquility and spiritual rebirth. Umrah, often called the 'lesser pilgrimage,' offers a path to cleanse the soul and renew one’s connection with Allah.

But, let’s be honest—organizing an international religious journey can be overwhelming. Between paperwork, travel arrangements, accommodations, and logistics, it’s easy to feel lost. This is where Umrah packages come into play. Think of them as your spiritual travel companion, handling the details so you can focus on what truly matters—your Ibadah.

In this article, we'll explore the ins and outs of Umrah packages, guide you on how to select the perfect one, and offer tips to make your journey truly unforgettable.

What is Umrah?

Umrah is a pilgrimage to the holy city of Makkah, open to Muslims worldwide at any time of the year. Unlike Hajj, which has specific dates during Dhul-Hijjah, Umrah offers flexibility. It involves performing Tawaf (circumambulating the Kaaba) and Sa’i (walking between Safa and Marwah), alongside rituals that symbolize humility, repentance, and devotion.

For many, it's more than a religious obligation—it’s an opportunity to refresh the soul, like cleansing a dusty window to let the light back in.

Why Choose an Umrah Package?

Let’s face it: organizing a trip overseas requires attention to countless details. Now imagine combining that with strict religious rituals in a foreign land. Feeling a bit anxious? That’s why Umrah packages exist. They remove the burden of planning, offering pre-arranged services like visa processing, accommodation, transportation, and guided tours.

Think of them as your travel GPS—they guide you safely through the spiritual roads while keeping you worry-free.

Types of Umrah Packages

Travel agencies offer various Umrah packages to match different budgets and preferences:

Standard Packages: Basic amenities, ideal for those focused solely on Ibadah.

Customized Packages: Tailored to fit your schedule, budget, and personal requirements.

VIP or Luxury Packages: Premium services including 5-star hotels, private transfers, and personalized assistance.

Budget-Friendly Umrah Packages

Not everyone has the means for luxury, and that’s perfectly okay. Budget Umrah packages are designed to make the journey affordable while covering all essentials. These packages often include economy class flights, 3-star hotels near the Haram, and group tours.

They might remind you of a reliable car—not flashy, but gets you exactly where you need to go.

Luxury Umrah Packages

For those who prefer comfort or wish to honor the journey with the best of services, luxury Umrah packages are the answer. Imagine staying in a hotel where the Haram is visible from your window, or having a private car take you from the airport to your hotel—comfort like this makes the spiritual journey more physically relaxing.

It’s like flying business class while aiming for Jannah.

Family Umrah Packages

Performing Umrah with your family can be a deeply bonding experience. Special family Umrah packages cater to groups of varying ages, ensuring kids and elders are comfortable. These packages focus on family-friendly hotels, easy transfers, and educational guided tours, making it a spiritual family vacation.

Group vs Solo Umrah Packages

Do you enjoy sharing your journey with others or prefer solitude? Group Umrah packages offer companionship, lower costs, and structured schedules. Solo packages, however, provide flexibility and allow you to move at your own pace. Both have their perks—it's about what nurtures your soul more.

Key Inclusions in Most Umrah Packages

Before signing up, it’s essential to know what’s included in Umrah packages:

Visa processing and application support

Flights and airport transfers

Hotel stays in Makkah and Madinah

Ground transportation between holy sites

Guided tours to Islamic landmarks

On-ground support during emergencies

How to Choose the Right Umrah Package?

Choosing an Umrah package is like picking the perfect suit—it should fit your personal needs, budget, and comfort level. Ask yourself:

What’s my budget?

Am I traveling solo, with family, or in a group?

Do I prefer economy or luxury services?

Do I need additional services like guided ziyarah tours?

Doing research and reading reviews can save you both money and stress.

Common Mistakes to Avoid When Booking Umrah

We all make mistakes, but when it comes to Umrah packages, a few can really affect your experience:

Procrastinating bookings—prices rise, options shrink.

Skipping fine print—hidden charges can surprise you.

Ignoring agency reviews—always book with licensed, reputable agencies.

Neglecting spiritual preparation—remember, Umrah is more than a trip; it’s a commitment of the heart.

Best Time to Book Your Umrah Package

While Umrah can be performed year-round, certain times offer better deals and experiences. Booking 3-6 months in advance ensures a variety of options and often lower prices. Off-peak months like Shawwal to Rajab are less crowded and more affordable.

Travel Tips for a Smooth Umrah Journey

Preparation ensures you focus on Ibadah without distractions:

Keep all travel documents safe and organized.

Pack comfort-focused items like sandals, prayer mats, and light clothing.

Stay hydrated, especially during warmer months.

Respect local customs, dress codes, and etiquette.

Spiritual Preparation for Umrah

Your body may be ready, but is your heart? Before departure:

Learn the rites of Umrah thoroughly.

Set a clear intention (Niyyah).

Seek forgiveness and resolve disputes before you leave.

Write down personal duas and supplications.

Remember, Umrah is as much about your inner state as it is about the rituals.

Making the Most of Your Umrah Journey

While in the Holy Land, disconnect from daily distractions. Limit your phone use, engage in extra prayers, and reflect deeply. Speak kindly, help fellow pilgrims, and savor every moment—it’s a limited-time opportunity, like a rare gem you may not hold again soon.

Conclusion

Performing Umrah is a deeply spiritual experience that remains etched in your heart forever. Choosing the right Umrah package allows you to immerse yourself fully in this sacred journey without the worries of logistics. Whether you pick an affordable, luxury, or family package, ensure it fits your heart’s needs and spiritual goals. So, why wait? Start planning your unforgettable journey now and let your soul soar to new spiritual heights.

FAQs

1. What services do Umrah packages typically include?

Most Umrah packages cover visa processing, flights, hotel stays, ground transport, and guided tours of religious sites.

2. How early should I book an Umrah package?

It’s best to book your Umrah packages at least 3 to 6 months ahead for better deals and availability.

3. Are family-friendly Umrah packages available?

Yes, many agencies offer family Umrah packages tailored for families with children and elderly travelers.

4. Can I customize my Umrah package based on my needs?

Absolutely. Several travel agencies provide customized Umrah packages, giving you control over flights, hotels, and tour preferences.

5. What are the common mistakes people make when booking Umrah?

Mistakes include last-minute bookings, ignoring package details, choosing unreliable agents, and neglecting spiritual readiness.