It’s easy to eventually bore ourselves into the monotony of ‘everyday’. But not if we pause every now and then, and use all of our hearts to breathe in those ‘everyday’ moments. With the help of the heart, we could turn ordinary moments into extraordinary bedtime stories that won't put us to bed. That’s how capable the heart is. It sees what our eyes can’t, it hears what our ears can’t. Use it.

I started a gratitude journal as a way to enter our Islamic New Year recently, and also in hope to regularly be reminded of the good that is ALWAYS behind everything, even on bad days. Five pages down now, and I’m marveled by how each of them keeps repeating both of these girls’ names, and each for different reasons. That regardless of how my head hurts from all the noise they generously provide me each day, the girls still remain as the main characters in my gratitude journa

I was browsing through the entries on the recent Instagram's Weekend Hashtag Project, #WHPdailylife when I found myself jaw-dropped in amazement at how fantasy-like everyone’s daily lives were. Well here is mine. Nothing fancy. No flying babies nor floating glasses, unfortunately. Just us beginning our days unsure if we’d get our feet up or down. Just me stuttering through a whole minute and then screaming the next. Also me occasionally finding magenta-hued slime in between m

Isn’t it amazing that regardless of how many times we forget, fall and regrettably go astray (me at least 😔), Allah SWT still reaches out to us in very unexpected ways and sends us reminders? I woke up this morning first thing grabbing my phone and shamefully allowing myself to get lost in the realm of social media when what I should be doing first and foremost is to perform wudu and my fajr prayers. And then I came upon two posts by two different friends that hit me straigh