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Hanaa Gamal
After reading and exploring Muslimah Source, I fully support their goals and purposes. The contemporary Muslim community suffers from a variety of issues in regards to women’s rights, balancing and fulfilling the commandments of Allah while incorporating action towards the demands of our social needs. I make du’a to Allah that Muslimah Source will be successful in not only raising awareness of these issues... Read More →
Ask an Expert @ Muslimah Source
Muslimah Source is pleased to announce a new service to our site: Ask an Expert! Here you can have all your questions and concerns answered by experienced and knowledgeable professionals, scholars and activists. Been searching for a psychologist who: 1) is a Muslim and 2) Can offer you free advice? Been down and about, with no peace of mind or contentment, and lingering questions plaguing your mind? Whether it’s... Read More →
Islamic principles & career choices?
How can we balance our Islamic principles with our career choices? To answer this question, I would like to go to the basis of our imaan. Indeed, all acts are according to intention. For the true believer, deeds must be geared towards Allah. If careers are geared towards this dunya, they are either for a status in life or for accumulating money and wealth, or for both. If they are for Allah, they can be for the service... Read More →
Seedlings of Modesty
We always hear that Islam is a way of life as opposed to a religion- it is a mode of being rather than a meaningless ritual. In many ways, this makes sense because as Muslims we’re taught to remember Allah constantly, pray five times a day and think of others’ well being by giving annual charity. But what about when it comes to aspects of our religion which have become ritualized? What can we do to transform these... Read More →
Who are your role models, really?
If someone asks us who our heroes are, we’ll perhaps name the Prophet Muhammad — sall Allahu alayhi wa sallam — or one of the Sahaba, or Salahuddin, Zainab al-Ghazali, our parents, etc. But in terms of our daily lives, who is it we really model ourselves after? Choosing a role model isn’t always a conscious decision. Sometimes we look to people as role models without even thinking about it. Not... Read More →
My Sanctuary
I haven’t done this for a very long time. Write. Pour my thoughts on paper. Let it all out. I’m not going to either. I don’t ever want to go beneath what’s on the surface again. Nothing deep. I can’t go deep. That would result in more pain, as we all face disappointment when we share the deep stuff, yet don’t receive the comfort or support sought. Everyone on this earth needs someone to depend on, to rely... Read More →
Her Story
Zareena* was the motherly figure in the class that summer. Her presence gave off a nurturing, warm feeling in the class of around twenty girls that I taught English to in Karachi that summer in a school near my grandparents’ home. These women’s attitudes towards education (a departure from the boredom displayed by my then high school peers) inspired me – they liked to learn, they were attentive, and... Read More →
Diaries of a Non-Virgin Bride
As-Salaamu `alaykum, Honestly, I wasn’t even going to tell you. Alhamdulillah, all of our questions back and forth have seemed productive, and I agree with you that we could be a great match insha’Allah. I decided long ago that it’s best not to reveal what Allah swt has concealed. That’s what all the shaykhs say, and I decided that’s what I’d do. Keep it a secret. But that changed when... Read More →
Beyond Palestine: Where the Ummah has Failed
The Prophet Muhammad sall Allahu alayhi wa sallam said: “You see the believers as regards their being merciful among themselves and showing love among themselves and being kind, resembling one body, so that, if any part of the body is not well then the whole body shares the sleeplessness (insomnia) and fever with it.” Narrated by An-Nu’man bin Bashir (Bukhari, Muslim) This time, it seemed like something... Read More →
Why I don’t know how to be happy
I close my eyes and I’m seven years old again. I’m hiding in the hallway afraid to be seen. I grit my teeth as I watch my mom being pushed into a closet door. I don’t remember what this argument was about but I do remember what it was about when I was sixteen and the one being pushed into the wall. I remember how we could have sat and talked about what was going on instead of using force and intimidation... Read More →
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