Stained by your blood

I miss you Amatullah.  I miss everything about you.  I miss your laughter, I miss your smiles, I even miss your blood stains. You know how it used to get to me when you are alive. How we ended up with multiple loads of washing because your wounds would weep through your bandages and onto your…

Another first without her

Allah. You know that birthdays aren’t that big a deal to me. They come and go, and the only reason I’d sometimes inform people of my birthday is because of the beautiful Du’as they make for me. But Allah, this birthday was different. Amatullah wasn’t with us. And the one thing I missed most about it,…

Amatullah and MM

Four Decembers ago, Allah gifted us the opportunity to distribute a few punnets of food in Manenberg. Allah! What a heartbreaking experience that was. Realizing the need, we made the intention of distributing food there monthly in the hope of bringing some relief to the people living there. But I also had a bigger niyyah,…