My head Hangs in Shame, O Messenger
by Nadia Khan
My head hangs in shame! O Messenger, You entrusted me with spreading the Message, For lighting the "Qandeel" in every passage, So the less fortunate will take the heed, And those who are lost may follow the lead. You handed...
Posted on February 23, 2006 at 10:24 AM | Comments (23)

The Heart: A syncytium
by Nadia Khan
Dedicated to my sister, "Bint Abdul Khaliq" for giving me the inspiration to write after a long while. Jazakallah khair sister. "The dark areas crossing the cardiac muscle fibers are called the intercalated discs; they are actually the cell membranes...
Posted on June 5, 2005 at 10:33 AM | Comments (9)

At the end of the day, everyone is alone
by Nadia Khan
The sun leads a life full of glory all day gone but at the end of the day, the sun dies alone The night takes comfort in the presence of moon and the countless star's clones But at the end...
Posted on April 9, 2005 at 11:18 PM | Comments (3)

A Communion With Allah
by Nadia Khan
I thank ye Allah For blessing me with an existence which is miraculous in essence For giving me a pair of eyes and a delightful smile. For giving me sound health and a believing heart For stretching above me the...
Posted on January 13, 2005 at 2:53 PM | Comments (12)

The Masterpiece
by Nadia Khan
He had finally created His Master-piece! But before He brought His creation to life, He wanted to design a universe which was worthy of His creation, which will fathom His masterpiece in its depths but which will eventually shrink before...
Posted on December 30, 2004 at 1:50 PM | Comments (2)

M.E.S.I.T.W.A
by Nadia Khan
Present State of Affairs Aisha came with her entire family from Pakistan as her father found a job in U.S. It was Aisha's life long dream to come to U.S in order to acquire higher education. Five years later, when...
Posted on December 2, 2004 at 2:51 PM | Comments (7)

"The Treasure Hunt"
by Nadia Khan
Every year a visitor comes among us silently laden with copious Bliss and profuse Mercy bringing us tears of Fear and Hope Though he announces that he has unlimited gifts and presents in store for us that will last both...
Posted on November 4, 2004 at 8:24 AM | Comments (9)

Ramadan- A catalyst for change
by Nadia Khan
As we all know, Subhanallah, the month of Ramadan is coming soon with all of its barakahs and rahma. It is said, that the Prophet Muhammad (P.B.U.H) used to start looking forward to Ramadan beginning in Shaban and will pray...
Posted on October 7, 2004 at 8:26 AM | Comments (3)

Life is fragile; handle with prayer
by Nadia Khan
The above-mentioned statement is by far my second most favorite bumper sticker which I saw on one of my beloved friend's car succeeded by my most favorite one, which says, "If you are living as if there is no God,...
Posted on September 23, 2004 at 8:31 PM | Comments (26)

The art of beseeching Allah (swt)
by Nadia Khan
Once, a ten-year-old boy was praying feverishly in prostration, “O Allah [swt], the Most Merciful, the Magnificent, Make Faisalabad [a small city of Pakistan] the capital of Pakistan, make Faisalabad the capital of Pakistan...” Her mother overheard him and inquired,...
Posted on September 16, 2004 at 6:56 PM | Comments (14)

The Night is Howling
by Nadia Khan
The night is descending Tahajjud time approaching People are sleeping… The Night's Barakah is pouring Whispering “Is there anyone out there to gather my blessings?” The Divine Mercy is raining Looking to replenish any tears dropping, in His Love With...
Posted on July 15, 2004 at 2:21 PM | Comments (2)

Mothers
by Nadia Khan
Mother is the most talked about and written about personality; yet it does not save her from being taken for granted. Every child, be he two years old or twenty-two, exploits his mother in one way or another. Some insist...
Posted on July 1, 2004 at 8:39 PM | Comments (8)

Marriage or Baggage?
by Nadia Khan
Suraya Khanum is 39 years old and is still unmarried. Her father is a shoemaker in Pakistan and cannot earn enough money to prepare dowry for her; more affectionately called “jahez” in the local language. Silver is already shining in...
Posted on June 17, 2004 at 8:11 PM | Comments (5)

The beauty of putting our two hands together...
by Nadia Khan
How easy it is To raise our two hands towards the sky and cry... Unleashing all our frustrations, our anxieties and lamentations Bartering them lucratively with contentment of our hearts, serenity of our minds and luminescence of our hopes...
Posted on May 27, 2004 at 5:09 PM | Comments (4)

For how long?
by Nadia Khan
In the early years of the migration of Prophet Muhammad (p.b.u.h), while Islam was still nascent, Allah addressed the Prophet in Surah Al-Saff as such: “Fain would they put out the light of Allah with their mouths, but Allah will...
Posted on May 20, 2004 at 9:35 AM | Comments (2)

Let us count all the colors
by Nadia Khan
As I was reading the Quran in the morning, I came across the following verse. And if they believe in the like of that which ye believe, then they are rightly guided. But if they turn away, then are they...
Posted on May 13, 2004 at 12:52 PM | Comments (9)

Miles to go before we sleep...
by Nadia Khan
One of the questions that I always try to ask those, who having passed their youth, and having made major decisions in their lives are more or less settled is, “What are the three things that you would do differently...
Posted on April 22, 2004 at 4:31 PM | Comments (9)

Man, the beggar
by Nadia Khan
Everyday You bring me a gift, Sometimes flowers and sometimes rain, Rain from the skies and rain from my eyes… But I do not give You anything in return, In the happiness of receiving these gifts, I forget all about...
Posted on April 8, 2004 at 6:55 PM | Comments (11)

How long wilt thou sleep, O sluggard?
by Nadia Khan
Procrastination… I have been intending to write on this topic for a long while but each time I am about to hold my pen, the same, old “procrastination” gets in my way and brings my noble intentions to a...
Posted on March 14, 2004 at 8:50 PM | Comments (13)

Baby Steps
by Nadia Khan
One of the first questions, we ask when we meet somebody new is, “what are you doing?” or more appropriately, “what are you majoring in?” The fact is that all of us are busy doing one thing or another...
Posted on February 13, 2004 at 9:52 PM | Comments (8)

Footprints
by Nadia Khan
In your life, you meet certain people who leave indelible marks on your hearts and minds. It could be a friend who you run into by chance at a time when you are distressed and whose smile can be...
Posted on February 5, 2004 at 4:35 PM | Comments (2)

The Bus
by Nadia Khan
The other day I had to get a course packet for a class of mine from a place, of which I had never heard before during my entire four years of existence at Rutgers. It is called “cookie jar” and...
Posted on February 3, 2004 at 12:09 AM | Comments (9)

For How long?
by Nadia Khan
In early years of migration of Prophet Muhammad (p.b.u.h), while Islam was still nascent, Allah addressed the Prophet in Surah Al-Saff as such: “Fain would they put out the light of Allah with their mouths, but Allah will perfect His...
Posted on January 26, 2004 at 7:18 PM

Question Thy Beliefs
by Nadia Khan
A questioner once challenged Archbishop William Temple thus: “Well, of course, Archbishop, the point is that you believe what you believe because of the way you were brought up”. To which the archbishop replied: “That is as it may...
Posted on at 7:09 PM | Comments (5)

Thou Art Forgotten
by Nadia Khan
Once there was a painter who could beautifully draw He would import on the canvas the images that he saw He would draw the glorious sun dissolving into the sky But he would paint in such a way as it...
Posted on at 7:03 PM | Comments (1)

To have a thankless child...
by Nadia Khan
Her eyes writhed in excruciating pain as she turned her face away from him She, the hapless mother, whose only fault was her genteel motherhood He, the marble-hearted child, overtaken by the demon of ingratitude How could he walk away...
Posted on January 16, 2004 at 1:27 AM | Comments (2)

Allah's words resonate once again...
by Nadia Khan
Many people protested far and wide against U.S attacks on Iraq, only to find their voices fall on deaf ears. It must have discouraged them beyond repair and many would have cried at their sheer uselessness. For others, their...
Posted on January 14, 2004 at 8:08 PM